Lin Ping sat on the ground, pulling out a dry, astringent biscuit from his Pregnant and swallowing it silently with water.
This was equivalent to his dinner.
Though called a biscuit, it was actually a chaff cake mixed with a large amount of husks, wild vegetables, and wheat bran, scraping his throat painfully as he swallowed it.
Even with such biscuits, his original body rarely ate his fill.
While swallowing, Lin Ping began to sort through his original body's memories concerning this mine.
According to the memories of his original body, this mine was the property of the Yan Family.
Since the appearance of a Qi Refining Stage 6 Cultivator, the Yan Family had leaped to become a large Family in Mist Town.
And precisely because of this, within a few years, the Yan Family had established numerous industries in Mist Town, including taverns, pharmacies, ironware shops, and so on.
Their largest industry, however, was this Black Mine.
According to rumors, this mine was not truly owned by the Yan Family; the Yan Family merely managed it on behalf of a more powerful Cultivation Sect above them.
To put it bluntly, the Yan Family was just a dog for some larger powers above them.
Of course, these rumors were vague, and his original body had only heard bits and pieces while working as a handyman in a tavern, so they couldn't be taken seriously.
The miners in this Black Mine were basically composed of criminals, such as people like his original body, those who had signed sell-off contracts, kidnapped individuals, and enemies of the Yan Family.
Generally speaking, few of the young miners who entered this Black Mine could last more than three years.
They would either starve to death, die from illness, be beaten to death by overseers, or die in mutual slaughter among the other young miners.
Recalling these memories of his original body, Lin Ping's expression turned a little grim.
It seemed that before he had a stable grasp on how to escape the mine, he still had to prioritize survival.
Complete daily quotas, stay out of any trouble, don't contradict any overseer, don't fight for injustice; everything should be based on staying alive.
Only by staying alive could he have a chance to escape the mine.
The gray stone slab in his mind was his reliance and confidence.
Lin Ping felt that there wouldn't be much of a problem with how to survive.
In this mine, the Ore was scattered and sparse, so along the main Mining tunnel, numerous branch Mining tunnels were spread out above, below, and all around.
As long as he specifically looked for Mining tunnels with less Ore, he could just survive and mine alone.
After planning his survival in the mine.
Lin Ping gulped down the chaff cake in his hand.
After eating two biscuits and drinking some clear water, he felt his Origin Qi slightly recover.
......
Six days passed in a flash.
Inside a winding Mining tunnel, monotonous yet rhythmic crisp sounds of metal echoed occasionally.
Lin Ping was Mining continuously, sweating like rain.
As time passed, his Mining proficiency also slowly increased; Lin Ping could clearly feel that when he was Mining, his lower back and arms were no longer as sore and weak as before, but instead, he felt a sense of exhilaration.
"Break for me!"
Lin Ping suddenly raised his pickaxe high, all his strength gathered at his waist, then his back muscles bulged, instantly transferring to his hands, following the Ore veins with speed and strength far exceeding before, the iron pickaxe drew a perfect arc in mid-air and slammed down heavily.
Clang!
Accompanied by a clang of metal and a string of sparks, a large piece of Ore broke off in response.
Mining proficiency quietly increased by 2 points.
【Mining: 1 / 200 / Minor Achievement.】
In an instant, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction surged from the bottom of his heart.
Lin Ping suppressed his excited emotions, gripped his pickaxe tightly, staring at the man-high Ore in front of him, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He wanted to try the ability of Minor Achievement in Mining.
When Lin Ping raised the pickaxe in his hand, he suddenly felt that the pickaxe seemed to have merged with his body, becoming an extension of his limbs that he could control at will; that feeling was very peculiar.
Subsequently, he had a feeling in his heart, and the pickaxe in his hand moved smoothly and freely, smashing heavily onto the veins of the man-high Ore without any hindrance.
A miraculous scene occurred.
Previously, for such a huge piece of Ore, he would need more than ten swings to break off a piece, but just now, with only one swing, he easily broke off a large piece.
Awesome.
Indeed, as his Mining proficiency advanced, his ability to Mine became stronger and easier.
Immediately after, Lin Ping continued to grind.
Half an hour later.
He sat on the ground, the corners of his mouth curving upwards uncontrollably.
During the recent Mining, Lin Ping clearly felt that his strength, speed, accuracy, and eyesight were vastly different from his former self.
It must be said, this Mining skill is truly powerful.
He just didn't know if he could kill those ferocious overseers with one swing of the pickaxe?
But as soon as he thought of those overseers, each of them burly, with a deadly whip at their waist, looking fierce and evil, he couldn't help but feel a little creeped out.
With his current strength, he absolutely couldn't dream such unrealistic dreams.
But dealing with a few young miners who hadn't practiced martial arts shouldn't be a problem.
Speaking of miners, Lin Ping's expression began to fluctuate again.
Just yesterday, he personally witnessed a group of miners fighting fiercely over food, and one of them was even killed on the ground with a pickaxe.
No need to think much, the person killed by the pickaxe would eventually be dragged to the deepest part of some uninhabited branch Mining tunnel and buried.
In fact, such incidents were not new in the mine; they happened from time to time.
The overseers of the mine merely maintained the most basic rules of survival in the main Mining tunnel.
Once one entered the various intricate branch Mining tunnels, all rules would cease, and whoever had the bigger fist was right.
He didn't want to become one of them, killed by a pickaxe.
This was no longer the stable and prosperous country of his previous life, but a chaotic alien continent.
He was alone in the mine.
Even with Mining skills, it would be difficult to fight against multiple opponents.
Therefore, he had to learn to protect himself!
This was an alien continent where one could Cultivate Immortals.
But in this mine, wanting to Cultivate out of nothing was clearly a pipe dream.
To Cultivate, he could only think of a way after he escaped this mine in the future.
And currently, the most important thing for him to do was to find something for self-defense.
Lin Ping immediately thought of quicklime powder.
That stuff, if sprinkled into someone's eyes, would definitely achieve unexpected miraculous results.
But the problem was, in this mine, there was nothing but rocks.
Where would he get quicklime powder?
Eh, rocks?
When his gaze swept across the small scattered stones on the ground, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Darts, Flying Locust Stone?"
In various martial arts films and TV shows of his previous life, there were many skills that used small stones as darts or Flying Locust Stone.
And these types of skills had no secrets to speak of.
The main point was gradual progress, a skill to improve accuracy and striking power, anyone could learn it, it just depended on whether you had the patience.
If that's the case, then with the skill proficiency of the gray stone slab, couldn't he completely grind up the Flying Locust Stone skill?
Moreover, if the Flying Locust Stone skill was mastered, it could truly become his trump card.
He had something to do now.
In the mine, the most abundant things were all kinds of small scattered stones; they were everywhere.
Grind it!