But unexpectedly, just as Li Zhirui was deploying his Escape Skill, he was intercepted by three Lianxu Cultivators blocking his path.
"What is the meaning of this, Fellow Daoists?" A glint of cold light flashed through Li Zhirui's eyes. It had been many years since he last encountered a mid-journey robbery. Usually, he was the one lying in ambush to rob others.
"Quit the pretense and hand over the spiritual mines you've dug up honestly, and we'll spare your life!" One of the three, a burly man with a face full of flesh looking more like a butcher than a Cultivator, bellowed angrily.
Those Cultivators of the Immortal Realm with their lofty pride, care naught for any spiritual mines other than Fine Gold. Thus, after their departure, a large number of Lianxu and Integration Cultivators entered the vein to excavate spiritual mines.
