King of the Fairy City

Ye Mo was just an ordinary warrior in Jiuzhou Continent before, and he didn't have much experience. He couldn't see the mystery of this ancient painting.

But now it's different. Ye Mo has come to Donglai Ling Island and seen all kinds of strange spiritual objects in Donglai Xian Village.

"In this ancient painting, the few lonely wheat grasses in the field are so familiar!"

Ye Mo looked carefully at the tiny wheat grasses in the field in the painting.

Although the wheat grasses are very small, he can see them clearly with his current eyesight, and he can't help but show a look of shock.

"These grains are not ordinary grains, but the spiritual grains planted in the spiritual fields of Donglai Lingdao, exactly the same!"

"Could this scroll of the ancient painting of the fairy village be painted by this cultivator, otherwise how could it be so similar to the real fairy village?"

"Even, it might be a magic weapon used by the cultivator?"

"Yes, it must be so! Only the magic weapon of the cultivator can be invulnerable to swords and swords, and invulnerable to water and fire. Such a simple truth, why did I think of it now!"

Ye Mo held the scroll of the ancient painting in both hands, and his imagination ran wild, and his expression suddenly became excited.

This ancient painting has been around since he was a child, so familiar that he didn't think about it as a magic weapon at all.

Until now, when he saw the spiritual wood fence in the ancient painting and several spiritual grains in the field, he thought that this ancient painting was most likely a magic weapon.

Since it is a magic weapon used by cultivators, then pouring mana into the magic weapon should work.

When Ye Mo thought of this, he immediately urged the mana in his body to pour into the ancient painting.

Soon, the ancient painting scroll absorbed a lot of mana, faded its old and simple color, and began to bloom with spiritual luster.

"It is indeed a magic weapon!"

Ye Mo was overjoyed.

In the past ten years, Ye Mo had tried countless methods, but he did not find any other functions of the ancient painting scroll besides being invulnerable to swords and guns, and invulnerable to water and fire.

This ancient painting was too mysterious. Although Ye Mo had long known that it was not an ordinary thing, he had a treasure mountain but did not know how to use it.

Now, he can finally start to try to use it.

Ye Mo poured all his mana into it, but soon he was shocked to find that the mana in his body poured out, and this ancient painting scroll was like a bottomless pit that could not be filled at all.

"Is it because my mana is too weak and I can't control it at all?"

Ye Mo was shocked.

When he used the Golden Spirit Sword, he only needed a small amount of mana to make the Golden Spirit Sword swallow and spit out sword light and exert extremely strong lethality. Compared with the mana required to use the Golden Spirit Sword and the ancient painting, it was just a drop in the ocean and could not be compared.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and a large piece of black iron ore next to the ancient painting scroll disappeared.

"Huh!"

Ye Mo was surprised again.

There was an open space behind the small hut in this picture. There was a small stone on the open space. If you don't look carefully, you can't find anything extra.

Ye Mo has seen this painting countless times, and he remembers every detail of the grass and trees in it clearly. There were no small stones in this open space originally.

"Black iron stone went into the ancient painting?"

Ye Mo was shocked. After thinking about it, he picked up another piece of third-level black iron ore and threw it on the ancient painting.

This time he saw clearly that when the ore was a few inches away from the ancient painting, a ripple seemed to appear on the ancient painting. With a flash of light, the ore disappeared out of thin air.

Then, there was a small stone behind the small hut.

"Black iron ore can be put into the ancient painting?! It's absolutely right!"

Ye Mo's face suddenly showed ecstasy.

"Could it be that this ancient painting scroll can be used to store things? Black iron ore can also be placed in it!"

"The magic tools of the cultivators are extremely magical. It is not surprising that this ancient painting scroll can store items. However, how can I take things out after putting them in?"

"It is said that the storage bags of cultivators use divine consciousness to move items. Let me try it too!"

Ye Mo released his divine consciousness, swept across the ancient painting, and soon clearly touched the two small stones on it.

"Come out!"

Ye Mo's divine consciousness moved, and a piece of ore suddenly appeared in his hand. At the same time, one of the small stones in the ancient painting was missing.

"If that's the case, this ancient painting scroll can store items like a storage bag!"

Ye Mo's eyes lit up, suppressing the ecstasy in his heart.

"Collect~, collect them all!"

Ye Mo immediately collected the fourth-level black iron ore and all the third-level black iron ores into the ancient painting scroll.

There were only some first-level black iron ore left in the backpack. He came here to mine, and he had to take some ore to report to the supervisor.

"Haha, I'm rich! I'm rich! City Lord Zou, I'm sorry, anyway, you own the entire fairy village, and you don't lack these 1,800 kilograms of ore. A horse can't grow fat without night grass, I can only accept it with a smile!"

Ye Mo laughed, tied the ancient painting around his waist again, and kept it close to his body.

Today, he has been mining non-stop for seven or eight hours, and has reached the limit of his physical strength, but he just insisted on it. After the intense excitement, Ye Mo was a little drowsy.

"This is an abandoned mine tunnel, there shouldn't be any miners disturbing it! Let's sleep for a while, and then dig after enough sleep."

Ye Mo half leaned against the stone wall, put the black iron stone in the backpack aside, and gradually fell asleep. After a few breaths, his breathing became slow and long.

As a cultivator, his senses and consciousness are extremely sharp.

Even in such a deep sleep, as long as there were miners approaching or making the slightest noise, he would immediately sense it and wake up. There was no need to worry too much about safety.

Of course, those high-level monks who made him unable to sense them, if they wanted to deal with him, even if he was awake, it would be difficult to deal with them, so there was no need to worry about it.

He slept for three hours.

This was a real deep sleep. When he woke up, his tired body had completely recovered, and the loss of his spiritual thoughts was completely replenished.

Ye Mo quickly took out the ancient painting and looked at it. Seeing that the black iron ore was inside, he breathed a sigh of relief. All this was not a dream.

Suddenly he found that his ancient painting was a magic weapon, and it could also store things. Such a treasure, no one could be calm.

It took Ye Mo a whole day to barely calm down his excitement. It was rare to be able to calm down in such a short time.

He continued to dig in the mine.

Originally, Ye Mo thought that he would dig ore in the mine for a few months or even half a year, earn dozens of spirit stones, and then leave the mining area to buy vitality pills and rune seals, and then earn more spirit stones by hunting sea monsters.

But now, he found that the ancient painting could actually store ore, so there was no need to stay in the mine for so long. It was a waste of time to stay in the mine for more than half a year for a few dozen spirit stones, and not be able to practice.

He planned to collect all the third-level black iron ore, second-level black iron ore and above, and a small amount of first-level black iron ore into the ancient painting, and only hand in one-third of the ore.

One-third is exactly the amount of ore that an ordinary cultivator can dig, so he will not arouse the suspicion of the supervisor.

Ye Mo planned to stay in the mine for about half a month, and when he had dug enough ore, he would leave with the ore in the ancient painting.

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After half a month, Ye Mo had eaten up all the dry food and water he brought with him. He occasionally went out to eat, and spent most of his time digging.

The first-level black iron ore he dug was more than three thousand kilograms, which could be exchanged for a spirit stone from the supervisor.

The remaining five or six thousand kilograms of second-level and third-level black iron ore were naturally all received in the scroll of the ancient painting of the fairy village.

Ye Mo carried the 3,000-jin iron ore in the backpack out of the mine in three batches. With his current strength, it was not too hard to carry this weight.

Outside the mine, at noon, the sun was blazing.

"It's obviously more than 300 jin of ore, how come you weighed it out as 280 jin?"

As soon as Ye Mo walked out of the mine, he heard a miner angrily questioning the supervisor who was weighing the mine.

"We have used this scale for decades and have never made a mistake. There will be no problem! If it weighs 280 jin, then it is 800 jin! You are a new miner, what do you know!"

The supervisor who weighed the scale said lazily.

Recently, there have been many new miners in the mine. The miner in front of him is the newcomer here.

"You despicable people, I want to ask the supervisor for an explanation!"

The miner was furious and pointed at the supervisor and cursed. However, it was just a bluff. Unless there was a riot, the miners would not dare to provoke the supervisor.

Ye Mo was standing in line behind the miner to be weighed.

"What are you making noise for in such a hot day!"

The young monk who registered Ye Mo's name walked over from the distant stone chamber and shouted coldly.

"Supervisor!"

The new miner immediately showed a bit of fear and timidity. However, the miner still mustered up the courage and said angrily, "A few days ago, you promised in person that you would not be short of weight. How come my 300-jin ore only weighed 2800 jin?"

"Haha! 300 jin? This is your own estimate. How can it be as accurate as a large scale? All the mines on Donglailing Island use large scales distributed by the City Lord's Mansion. You, a miner, dare to question the City Lord's Mansion?

As for my promise, I promised to accurately record your mining volume and exchange it for meat patties according to the volume, and I will not change it. After weighing, write it down, and it will definitely not change. This point is guaranteed by the reputation of my Sihai Chamber of Commerce!

I have a good temper and I am reasonable with you miners. If Wang Cangtou was here, I'm afraid he would whip you half to death first."

The young monk sneered slowly, without any anger.

"You..."

The miner was so angry that he couldn't speak.

No matter how stupid he was, he knew that the young monk was playing tricks on him. He was a miner, so his words were not enough. The weight of the ore was completely decided by the supervisor.

After sending the miner away, the young monk saw Ye Mo.

"Fellow Daoist Ye is out too? Have you dug enough 3,000 jin? You need 3,000 jin to exchange for a spiritual stone, and you can't exchange it if you have less. Do you want to weigh it now, or dig more and weigh it later?"

The young monk laughed.

"Weigh it now!"

Ye Mo said.

Several supervisors hurriedly prepared the weights to weigh the ore that Ye Mo brought out.

"Fellow Daoist Ye has a good harvest, and there are even second-level ore!"

The young monk casually flipped through the black iron ore that Ye Mo dug out of his backpack, looking at the quality of the ore, showing a bit of surprise.

"Only a few pieces, the rest are first-level."

Ye Mo said.

There are indeed only a few pieces of second-level black iron ore on the top.

He felt that if there was no piece, it might make people suspicious, so he left a few pieces on the top. As for the third-level black iron ore, there is no need to take it out. It is extremely difficult for cultivators in the early stage of Qi training to dig third-level ore.

"That is not easy either. Most of the black iron ore produced in this mine is first-level. It is difficult to dig up the second-level black iron ore. I am afraid that Fellow Daoist Ye spent a lot of effort digging this second-level black iron ore."

The young cultivator smiled and squinted his eyes.

Ye Mo politely talked to the young monk for a few words, and watched several supervisors lift the heavy backpack onto the large scale breathlessly.