C35 Mysterious Token
C35 Mysterious Token
"Sorry, I suddenly thought of something happy." Wang Hao was a little embarrassed, but Elder Hee did not ask any more questions. He took out a golden token from his storage ring.
"This is my identity token. Take it to the sect's mine at the foot of the mountain. You can ask for the ores you need at will. There are still five days before the Outer Sect Competition arrives. Soul items are of paramount importance to your results. Do it quickly!"
"Thank you, Elder Hee!"
Wang Hao left the sect and headed straight for the sect's mine at the foot of the mountain.
Because the new disciple's entrance examination had just passed, the previously busy Humble Class Martial Artist was no longer in the mine. Looking at the familiar scene, Wang Hao sighed in his heart.
The beginning of his life in this world originated from this mine. Here, he obtained a new life and activated the system. From then on, he changed his destiny. It was also here that he killed Zhou Xiong, who had been bullying him. He had tasted the pleasure of being a powerful warrior, and had forged a firm heart to become stronger.
The caretaker of the mine was an in-name disciple of the sect. As soon as Wang Hao walked into the mine, he welcomed him.
When the disciple saw Wang Hao wearing the uniform of an Outer Sect disciple, a flattering expression immediately appeared on his face.
"Senior Brother, my name is Han Fang, the caretaker of the mine. What business do you have with the mine?"
Wang Hao saw a trace of fear in the eyes of Han Fang, who was standing in front of him. He was afraid that Han Fang would offend him and punish him.
This look was exactly the same as when the Humble Class Martial Artist looked at Zhou Xiong. This discovery made Wang Hao sigh. This was the difference between strength and status.
"Strength is indeed the greatest guarantee in this world. If I stand at the peak of the continent one day, who would dare to bully me?"
When Han Fang saw that Wang Hao did not speak, he became even more nervous. He lowered his head even more, and the expression on his face became even more flattering.
"Senior brother..."
Only now did Wang Hao come back to his senses. He opened his mouth and said, "In the name of Elder He, I am here to choose the ore." After saying that, Wang Hao took out the golden token that Elder Hee had given him.
When Han Fang saw the token, he immediately became alert. He had never heard of Elder He, but he knew that the golden token was on the same level as the Sect Master! Even an inner circle Sect Elder was not qualified to obtain the golden token.
"Senior Brother, follow me!"
The disciple led Wang Hao to a warehouse, which was filled with various kinds of ores.
"Senior Brother, this is the ore that was just mined before the entrance exam this year. If you need anything, I'll find it for you."
"Ten pieces of top-grade Profound Iron Ore."
Hearing Wang Hao's request, Han Fang went to look for it. When he returned, he had a troubled look on his face, "Senior martial brother, there are only six pieces of top-grade black iron ore here. Now that the mine is not working, I'm afraid we won't be able to gather all of them in a short period of time."
Wang Hao received the six pieces of ore, but his expression did not change. He glanced at Han Fang, who was beside him, and said with a sullen face, "Why don't I go down to mine for you?"
"Forget it." It was hard to find a piece of top-grade black iron ore among a hundred pieces of black iron ore. If Han Fang went to look for it, he would definitely not be able to find it within a month. "I'll go look for it myself."
Hearing Wang Hao's words, Han Fang did not let out a sigh of relief. Instead, a trace of panic appeared on his face.
"Senior Brother, how can I trouble you? I will go and find it for you!"
"No need, I'll go and find it myself!" After saying that, Wang Hao turned around and left.
Looking at Wang Hao's back as he left, Han Fang's flattering expression gradually stiffened, and what replaced it was a thick killing intent.
...
Wang Hao easily found a mine that could mine Black Iron Ore. It was in this mine that he encountered a Mountain Drill Beast. He activated the system and awakened his bloodline.
Wang Hao did not mine blindly. He learned the knowledge of identifying ores from Elder Hee. After examining it carefully, he quickly found the ore he needed.
"The ore is heavy and dark on the outside. It can transmit Yuan energy without any hindrance. It is a top-grade Profound Iron Ore!"
Wang Hao's right hand grabbed the ore and then squeezed it!
"Dragon Claw!"
The hard rock shattered instantly, and the ore broke off from the stone wall.
After throwing the ore into the inventory, Wang Hao continued to search. Soon, he found four pieces of top-grade Profound Iron Ore.
"Ten pieces of top-grade black iron ore have been gathered. However, when I was practicing the Eighteen Hammers of the Eastern Tomb, I almost used up all of Elder Hee's ore. Since I have come to the mine, I might as well mine more and return it to Elder Hee."
Wang Hao continued to mine, and unknowingly, he walked into the depths of the mine.
A gust of chilly wind blew towards him. Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, and then he frowned.
"How can there be wind in the depths of the mine? Could it be that there is a Ferocious Beast that is causing this?"
Wang Hao couldn't help but feel angry when he thought about how he almost died in the mouth of the Mountain Drilling Beast.
"The sect's mine is actually occupied by the Ferocious Beast. If I ignore it, I wonder how many Humble Class Martial Artists will die in injustice during the entrance examination next year!"
Having reached this point in his train of thought, Wang Hao stopped searching for ores and headed deeper into the mine.
The deeper he went into the mine, the stronger the cold wind became. The corners of Wang Hao's clothes were actually covered with frost.
"I have never heard of an underground Ferocious Beast that can exhale such chilly wind. What exactly is in front of us?"
After walking for half an hour, Wang Hao finally reached the end of the mine. At the end, an extremely spacious space was dug out. With the help of the moon pearl embedded in the wall, Wang Hao found the source of the cold wind!
"Hiss!" Wang Hao took a deep breath. In front of him, there was a white haired Ferocious Beast. This white fur Ferocious Beast looked like a bear, and it was extremely huge. Compared to the Spirit Devouring Beast Wang Hao had encountered in Ice Snow Forest, the Spirit Devouring Beast was like a tiny dot!
What shocked Wang Hao even more was that on the back of this Ferocious Beast, there were three steel chains. These three chains had locked the huge beast in this space.
The huge beast was lying on the ground with its eyes narrowed. The chilly wind that Wang Hao felt was actually its breath!
Beside the huge beast, there were many bones of Ferocious Beasts scattered around. There were even a few dying Ferocious Beasts struggling before their death.
"This giant beast is actually raised here by someone!"
A chill climbed onto Wang Hao's back. This Ferocious Beast was definitely not raised by the Snow Sword Sect. Otherwise, the sect would not allow the Humble Class Martial Artist that came to apply for the examination to mine here.
"Could it be that the Mountain Drilling Beast that I encountered last time was food that escaped from this huge beast's mouth? Who is the one who raised this Ferocious Beast at the foot of the mountain? I must tell Elder Hee about this matter as soon as possible!"
Wang Hao turned and prepared to leave, when he heard footsteps on the way.
"Senior Brother, where are you going?"
The person who appeared in front of Wang Hao was Han Fang, the in-name disciple who had received him earlier. Next to Han Fang were two masked men in black.
The two men in black exuded a kind of evil Qi, as if the ones standing in front of Wang Hao were two living corpses.
"Who are you? Why are you raising Ferocious Beast in the Snow Sword Sect?"
Han Fang sneered, "Senior brother, if you have any questions, you can ask them after you go to hell! Kill him for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two men in black charged at Wang Hao. There was no panic on Wang Hao's face. Two sixth level Essence Martial Stage warriors were nothing in his eyes!
The two men in black launched a palm attack at Wang Hao at the same time. Wang Hao gripped his claw with both hands, fighting two men at the same time.
"Dragon Claw!"
"Pa! Pa!."
Four palms met. Wang Hao did not move at all, but the two men in black were sent flying.
"There was a rumor that a Humble Class Martial Artist died in this mine. It seems like you are the ones who did it?"
"Senior brother is really smart. Unfortunately, you are going to die soon. No matter how smart you are, it will be useless."
"Do you think you can kill me with just these two people?"
"Of course. Not to mention senior disciple who is at the sixth level of the Essence Martial Stage, even if your cultivation base is three levels higher, you're still no match for them. If senior disciple doesn't believe me, you can look at your own palm."
Wang Hao frowned slightly. He raised his palm, and it turned slightly black.
"I was careless, it was poison!"
The poison spread very quickly. After a while, two black lines flowed up Wang Hao's arm. Wang Hao tried to use his Yuan energy to force the poison out. He did not expect the poison to spread even faster when it came to Yuan energy.
"Senior brother, don't blame junior brother for not warning you. This poison is born by devouring Yuan energy. The more Yuan energy you use, the faster the poison spreads. When the poison enters your heart, even the gods won't be able to save you. Hahahahaha!"
The man in black attacked again. Wang Hao circulated his Yuan energy and immediately noticed that the poison on his palm was spreading crazily.
"We have to end this battle quickly!"
The Shocking Sound Sword was given to Elder Hee. Wang Hao did not have a sword on him. He put his right index and middle finger together and a sword ray shot out from his finger.
"I want to see how long you can last!" Han Fang stood at the side and watched the three of them fight. With his experience, Wang Hao could only use his Yuan energy like this for three minutes at most. Kill two martial artists of the same level in three minutes? He did not believe it!
The two black-clothed men erupted all the essence energy in their bodies, preparing to kill with a single blow. The two of them were carefully nurtured martial artists, and they were also skilled in using poison. Their strength was several times stronger than ordinary sect disciples!
Although the two of them had previously joined hands to fight Wang Hao and were at a disadvantage, they believed that the poisoned Wang Hao was absolutely not their match!
Looking at the man in black pouncing at him again, Wang Hao's eyes changed. He became serious and confident. If his opponent did not have a soul item, what did he have to fear?
"Nine Swords of Fallen Stars!"
Wang Hao thrust his sword forward, turning into nine beams of starlight that pierced through the bodies of the two men in black. The man in black, who had been aggressive a moment ago, immediately stopped breathing.
The sudden change in scene made Han Fang's body stiffen. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. The two men in black couldn't even withstand a single strike from Wang Hao!
Wang Hao walked step by step to the front of Han Fang, raised his sword and pressed it against his throat.
"Senior brother, you won't die if you don't kill me. How about I give you the antidote?"
The other party tried to negotiate, but was interrupted by Wang Hao's cold voice, "Do you think I need the antidote?"
Han Fang looked at the poison on Wang Hao's palm. It was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was about to disappear completely.
Wang Hao tried to use the Hornless Dragon Bloodline's ability to detoxify the poison. He didn't expect that the poison would be melted by the Hornless Dragon Bloodline's power like snow and fire.
Knowing that he didn't have any bargaining chips left, Han Fang looked at Wang Hao with resentment and cursed, "I'll wait for you in hell!"
As soon as he finished his words, black blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He had actually died from taking the poison.
Han Fang's corpse fell to the ground. A token rolled down from his waist.
Wang Hao picked up the token. The token was cold to the touch, and the pattern on it was a black scorpion.
Wang Hao had seen the scorpion pattern before, and there was even a similar token in the inventory of the system. It was the same token after Wang Hao killed Zhou Xiong. It was from him. Back then, Wang Hao only thought that this was the token of an in-name disciple. After he joined the sect, only then did he know that this token didn't belong to the Snow Sword Sect!