The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing calmed his mind, carefully listening to the sounds of excavation coming from the surrounding mine tunnels, estimating their approximate depth based on the distance.

Song Zongwu should have already dug more than two thousand meters.

Next was the fist-mark mine tunnel at around a thousand meters, followed by the slightly shallower claw-mark mine tunnel.

Huang Ziwan's mine tunnel was the shallowest, probably because the corrosive effect of his poison was average, so it was less than five hundred meters.

Ren Qing looked at the stone wall in front of him, gripped the iron pickaxe with both hands, his arm muscles began to bulge slightly, and he borrowed strength from his waist.

He didn't plan to hold back.

Mainly because the physique of a half-corpse realm cultivator was not significantly different from that of a martial artist realm cultivator, and might even be inferior to spells that enhanced the body.

Haaah!!

The iron pickaxe slammed down heavily.

Only a crisp impact sound was heard, the wooden handle of the iron pickaxe snapped into two sections, and the pickaxe head flew out due to the remaining force.

Fortunately, Ren Qing reacted in time thanks to his heavy pupils, otherwise he would have at least been left with bruises.

"…"

The corners of his mouth twitched, realizing that he had still underestimated it.

Ren Qing replaced the iron pickaxe with another one, this time not daring to use too much force, so he only left a shallow pit in the stone wall.

He gradually increased his strength, but the iron pickaxe still didn't last long.

Ren Qing simply closed his eyes and carefully recalled, his whole body's muscles tensing and relaxing, and he simulated the chopping motion from time to time.

The information flow gave Ren Qing extremely strong control over his body, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to wield the Great Miao Sword so easily.

What he needed to do now was to let his body find out how to swing the iron pickaxe.

In the neighboring mine tunnel, Huang Ziwan noticed that Ren Qing had stopped.

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, since Song Zongwu had spent effort teaching him, he couldn't possibly give up so easily, right?

He stopped spitting venom and leaned against the stone wall to wait.

After a moment, the sound of hammering started again, still unhurried.

Huang Ziwan smiled and shook his head, just as he was about to continue digging, the frequency of the hammering suddenly began to increase, and the sound became louder and louder.

How is that possible…

His expression became somewhat shocked, could it be that the other party had already become skilled?

Huang Ziwan waited for a while longer, thinking that Ren Qing would soon be exhausted, but he didn't expect the speed to increase again.

He quickly spat out venom to corrode the stone wall, if he was overtaken by a junior who wasn't even considered a Jail Guard, he wouldn't be able to hold his head up in the future.

Ren Qing chiseled for a full ten minutes before choosing to rest for a while.

He noticed that although each swing of the iron pickaxe knocked off large chunks of rock, his arms were also aching from the vibrations, and his thumb and forefinger had cracked open.

However, everything was difficult at the beginning, and Ren Qing continued digging after his arms regained feeling.

After resting and stopping for most of the day, his mine tunnel was already several meters deep, but the color of the original light yellow rock layer had deepened slightly.

Ren Qing tried it with a shovel and, sure enough, the stone wall had become harder.

Meaning that if he wanted to maintain efficiency, he had to constantly improve…

He sighed, then focused his attention and buried himself in chiseling, and after a long time the frequency returned again, even with a slight increase.

Ren Qing also discovered a benefit of mining, the recoil from the iron pickaxe was gradually and instinctively transmitted to various parts of his body.

The Human-Skin Book involuntarily received exercise, and his skin felt numb and tingly.

Ren Qing mined even more vigorously, he even saw the hope of advancing to the Skin Refining realm without consuming lifespan.

And whenever his stamina was exhausted, he would eat some pig eyes to recover, repeating this process.

Even under his stimulation, Huang Ziwan stayed in the mine tunnel for a full five hours before leaving, muttering curses as he walked.

By the time Song Zongwu noticed Ren Qing's abnormality, it was unknowingly late at night.

Ren Qing came back to his senses and found that he had no strength left at all, so he had to lie on the ground in a sorry state, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Song Zongwu was slightly helpless, Ren Qing had been somewhat unwilling before, how could he suddenly develop to the point of not eating or drinking.

But the mine tunnel, which had expanded by more than ten meters, didn't seem fake, indicating that the increasingly hard rock layer hadn't stopped Ren Qing.

Song Zongwu dragged Ren Qing and threw him into the military tent, and in the blink of an eye, deafening snores came from inside.

The next day.

Without Song Zongwu's reminder, Ren Qing first went to the mountains and forests to hunt a lone wolf, then brought some dry food and plunged into the mine tunnel.

Ren Qing could feel the speed of the Human-Skin Book's progress was visible to the naked eye, and it was likely that blunt blows from ordinary people would hardly be able to hurt him.

In the following days, he spent every day either mining or cultivating, but he did get to know all the Jail Guards in the camp.

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Most of the Jail Guards' attitudes were indifferent, and they were even too lazy to pay attention to him.

The Jail Guard who used his claws to dig the rock wall was nicknamed Earth Lord, and the spell he cultivated was similar to the Divine Foot Sutra, except that he was half-human, half-beast under the erosion of the aberrant.

His appearance was like a mole rat, and his hands had completely turned into beast claws.

Simply put, it was because of the influence of the strange object in his body, which caused the cultivator to gradually change towards a non-human form, and it was permanent.

There was also a Jail Guard named Xu Shilin, whose spell should be able to manipulate mist, but he was elusive and nowhere to be found.

When Ren Qing had dug a hundred meters, he began to prepare to try the Great Miao Sword, but for safety's sake, he first chopped at hardwood stakes.

Just as he was practicing his swordsmanship, the outside of the camp suddenly became extremely noisy.

Ren Qing quickly put away his sword and walked over.

He saw hundreds of people, led by a Jail Guard, heading towards Camel Peak Mountain.

Among them, constables only accounted for two or three out of ten, and the rest were almost all prisoners wearing shackles, and some were dressed as hunters.

Ren Qing noticed that the prisoners' movements were stiff, as if they were being controlled.

The remaining constables and hunters still retained their intelligence, but their gazes towards the leading Jail Guard were filled with fear.

Song Zongwu gestured for the crowd to stop.

Li Yaoyang smiled on his face, and as he opened his mouth, black flying insects poured out of the prisoners' eyes, ears, mouths, and noses, and finally re-entered his body.

Dozens of prisoners collapsed to the ground as if they had lost their support, some even dying.

Song Zongwu asked with an ugly expression, "Li Yaoyang, I didn't ask you to bring these people here, did I?"

"Don't mind, Old Song, considering the troublesome nature of the Calamity Elimination Forbidden Area, I've transferred more manpower here."

Li Yaoyang licked his lips and added, "This group of prisoners has been wasting away in the prison for too long, so I had to use extraordinary means."

Song Zongwu stopped talking, he also knew in his heart that letting prisoners replace constables could ensure that the excavation would be several times faster.

Ren Qing couldn't help but frown, his eyes scanning the hunters.

Could it be that Song Rong is mixed in, trying to use this to cover his tracks, but it's unrealistic under the eyes of so many Jail Guards, right?

If that's the case, I'll find an opportunity to catch him with the information flow.

Song Zongwu also realized the problem, he asked, "Why are there more than a dozen hunters?"

"The mountain villages near the forbidden area have to be relocated, so I temporarily transferred some hunters, I'll pay them enough money."

Song Zongwu nodded, among the Jail Guards present, apart from him being in the Yin Messenger realm, all the others had reached the Ghost Envoy realm.

He couldn't slow down the sealing of the forbidden area because of the unfounded fear, and with Li Yaoyang's Gu worms present, he could temporarily seal the Calamity Elimination Forbidden Area with three types of spells.

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