As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

"How many spiritual stones have been dug out by Niu Wuli in the past three months?"

Fang Han looked down at Hongyu who was saluting him, and asked with dignity.

Because the three ruby ​​ghosts were all planted with slave marks by Fang Han, they could communicate with each other through the slave marks at a short distance.

"Go back to the master, Niu Wuli spends the rest of the time mining except for meditating for a quarter of an hour every day to restore his spiritual power."

"In the past three months, he has dug up a total of 23 low-grade spiritual stones."

After Hongyu answered Fang Han, she bowed her head respectfully, waiting for Fang Han's next order.

"Very good, come with me to see Junior Brother Niu, Jie Jie Jie!"

Fang Han learned from Hong Yu that Niu Wuli helped him dig up 23 low-grade spiritual stones. With a capitalist-like smile on his lips, he greeted Hong Yu and walked out of the cave.

Pushing aside the rectangular boulder blocking the entrance of the cave, Hongyu stood beside Fang Han, following Fang Han like a maid.

"Owner!"

Liu Mei, who was on guard at the entrance of the cave, heard the movement and found that it was Fang Han. She immediately leaned forward and saluted Fang Han.

"Continue to be vigilant!"

Fang Han waved his hand to Liu Mei and then jumped over the mine tunnel dug by Niu Wuli.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

As soon as he entered the mine tunnel, Fang Han heard the tinkling sound of mining in his ears, and his spiritual consciousness explored all the way from his body to the mine tunnel. Fang Han discovered that Niu Wuli was working hard digging for spiritual stones at this time. Han couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

"I dug and dug in the spirit mine, and packed all the spirit stones I dug into storage bags and took them home."

In a mine tunnel, there was a young man in ragged clothes with bloodshot eyes, holding a mining pick in his hand to dig out the blue stones embedded in the stone wall.

Behind this ragged man stood a woman in a plain white dress with delicate features, but a pale face and exuding a sinister aura.

At this time, the woman in a plain white dress was holding a long whip with barbs that was condensed from Yin Qi. Whenever the ragged young man digging in front of him was lazy, he would whip it away without hesitation.

"It's the master's breath!"

The woman in a plain white dress who was supervising the ragged young man digging mines seemed to have sensed something and murmured in her mouth before turning around and drifting back.

This woman in a plain white dress is Zhang Qingxue, and the ragged mining young man is naturally Niu Wuli who was used as a black slave by Fang Han.

"Slave Zhang Qingxue, please pay homage to your master!"

Zhang Qingxue quickly used the connection between the slave mark in her body and Fang Han to find Fang Han who was taking a leisurely walk in the mining city.

"Well, Zhang Qingxue, you performed well!"

Fang Han naturally sensed with his spiritual consciousness that Zhang Qingxue carefully supervised Niu Wuli's mining. For this, Fang Han praised Zhang Qingxue without hesitation.

"It is a slave's honor to be able to share his master's worries!"

Zhang Qingxue was naturally very happy to get Fang Han's approval. When she heard Zhang Qingxue flattering her, Fang Han gave Zhang Qingxue a surprised look.

"Zhang Qingxue, you lead the way, I want to go see my dear Junior Brother Niu."

Fang Han winked at Zhang Qingxue, and Zhang Qingxue immediately knew how to lead the way for Fang Han.

Niu Wuli, who was mining, naturally heard what Fang Han said, and he secretly cursed Fang Han in his heart.

"Damn Fang Han, what a hypocritical villain!"

Ten breaths later, Niu Wuli heard footsteps coming from behind him. He stopped digging and turned around, and saw Fang Han surrounded by Hong Yu and Zhang Qingxue.

"Brother Fang!"

Niu Wuli hugged Fang Han respectfully and looked at Fang Han eagerly.

"Hey, Junior Brother Niu, how did you end up like this? Although spiritual stones are important, you must also pay attention to rest. You can't dig day and night!"

"If you dig out someone, senior brother will feel guilty for the rest of his life."

Fang Han pretended to go over and help up the ragged Niu Wuli, talking nonsense in a serious manner, saying things that even he didn't believe.

"Senior Brother Fang...poof!"

After hearing what Fang Han said, Niu Wuli covered his chest with his hands and spat out a mouthful of blood with a pop.

Fang Han frowned when he saw Niu Wuli vomiting blood. He immediately took out a healing pill from his storage bag and stuffed it into Niu Wuli's mouth.

Because Niu Wuli had been digging for spiritual stones almost non-stop for three months, his body was almost overdrawn and he spurted out a mouthful of old blood. Fang Han was really worried that Niu Wuli would die like this.

It's not that Fang Han's conscience found out, but that Fang Han was worried that after Niu Wuli died, there would be no suitable people here who could help him dig out a steady stream of spiritual stones.

Niu Wuli, who was pale and dying after spitting out a mouthful of old blood, returned to normal after swallowing the healing pill given by Fang Han, but his face looked tired.

"Junior Brother Niu, you should take a good rest these two days. From now on, you only need to mine spiritual stones for eight hours a day. Don't mine day and night like before."

"Junior Brother Niu, if Senior Brother hadn't happened to come here this time, you would have died in this spiritual stone mine. I don't know what to say to you."

Fang Han looked at Niu Wuli who was leaning against the stone wall, showing an instructive look on his face, and then took away the six bulging storage bags from Niu Wuli's waist.

These six storage bags are exactly the storage bags that contain the spirit stones that Niu Wuli has excavated over the past three months.

"Yes... everything is at the discretion of Senior Brother Fang!"

Niu Wuli answered Fang Han feebly. When Fang Han reached out and took away the six storage bags from his waist, Niu Wuli was like a deflated rubber ball.

"Junior Brother Niu, please give me this! Senior Brother will not treat you badly!"

Seeing that Niu Wuli was desperate for life, Fang Han didn't want his mining slave to have no power to mine and affect the output. Fang Han counted out 2 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones from the storage bag and transferred it to an empty storage bag. Then he smiled and handed it to Niu Wuli.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang!"

Niu Wuli was originally as frustrated as a rubber ball. When Fang Han handed over the storage bag, he reached out and took it without hesitation. With a slight sense, he found that there were [-] low-grade spiritual stones. Niu Wuli showed a long-lost smile on his face.

After giving some instructions to Niu Wuli, Fang Han left ten storage bags for Niu Wuli to hold the spiritual stones, and then left the mine tunnel with Hong Yu.

Back in the cave, after Fang Han sent Hongyu to protect himself, he took off the six storage bags filled with spiritual stones from his waist, sensed them carefully with his spiritual consciousness, and happily put the 21 low-grade spiritual stones in the storage bags. Transfer the stone into your medium-grade storage bag.

"All of these are external things. Only by improving one's own cultivation can this be the truth!"

"This time, I won't leave the seclusion until I reach the [-]th level of Qi Refining!"

Fang Han soon regained his composure, and he planned to continue practicing in seclusion.

After a few deep breaths, Fang Han quickly put aside all the distracting thoughts in his mind, sat down cross-legged and took out the jade bottle containing Bigu Pill and Centennial Milk from his storage bag.

Fang Han opened the cork of the bottle and poured out a Bigu Pill and drank it. Then he opened the jade bottle containing Centennial Milk and poured out a drop of Centennial Milk.

The hundred-year-old milk turned into pure spiritual power as soon as it entered the mouth, flowing to Fang Han's limbs and bones. With the experience of refining the hundred-year-old milk last time, the muscles and veins were broadened and strengthened.

This time, Fang Han's face was not twisted in pain like before, but only big beads of sweat flowed out.

In this way, whenever the spiritual power contained in the Centennial Milk is refined, Fang Han will once again pour out a drop of the Centennial Milk from the jade bottle containing the Centennial Milk and drink it.

As time went by, Fang Han's aura slowly improved. Two months later, Han relied on the pure spiritual power of the century-old spirit milk to successfully break through to the early stage of the twelfth level of Qi refining.

After the breakthrough, Fang Han only slightly adapted to his current cultivation level before re-entering the state of cultivation.