Zhenwu Realm, Yuhua Sect, Xuanjing Vein.

    “Clang clang clang clang!”

    In the dark mine, a group of young men and women dressed in gray cloth and linen, holding pickaxes, hammers, and shovels in their foreheads, were digging hard.

    The air was filled with a mixed smell of dust and ore, and sweat soaked everyone's clothes. They were like a group of ants, digging and carrying tirelessly.……

    In the crowd, a thin black boy with a thin figure wiped the sweat from his forehead, shook his head and sighed.

    “Damn, this place is really not for people to treat, and being a social animal is better than 996 every day!"”

    The boy's name is Zhao Heng. He was originally a small urban white collar. Three months ago, on the way to get off work, he accidentally picked up a silver dice.

    He just rolled it subconsciously, but he didn't expect that the dice suddenly shot a ray of light, and he passed through inexplicably.

    He became one of the seven sects of the Right Path, a handyman disciple of the Yuhua Sect.

    Nowadays, Zhao Heng's job is mining, working day and night, but he can only exchange for a meager monthly salary and talk about it.

    “The monthly salary has been paid.”

    Suddenly, a shout came from outside the mine.

    Immediately, a middle-aged man with a white face and fat body wearing a deacon's robe led several bruised men.

    This person is'liu Hong‘, the deacon in charge of the handyman in the mining area. He covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and shouted at the handyman disciple in the mine.

    “All come over to accept the amount of tasks and receive your monthly salary for this month.”

    The crowd ”hula" suddenly rushed over, and a scrawny young man handed fourteen red bamboo sticks in his hands, full of expectation.

    “Deacon Liu, this is the amount of ore I dug this month, with a total of 140 tons.”

    Deacon Liu took the bamboo sticks, took out five of them, and broke them casually.

    “Fifty of the ore you dug is unqualified. Deduct the corresponding monthly salary and receive nine mysterious crystals.”

    Having said that, a big man next to Deacon Liu took out nine light blue crystals of different sizes from the cloth bag in his hand and threw them to the young man.

    "Xuanjing" is the universal currency of the true Martial arts world. It contains pure Xuanqi and can be traded or used for cultivation.

    The young man took Xuanjing, but said unwillingly: "Deacon Liu, I have obviously mined very carefully. I have also checked those ores and they are all qualified. How could it be...”

    “Hmm......?”

    Liu Hong squinted at the man.

    “Why, do you think I deliberately embarrassed you and deducted your monthly salary?”

    “Uh... the disciple dare not!”

    Seeing a trace of coldness in Liu Hong's eyes, the young man shuddered, didn't dare to say more, and left honestly.

    When the surrounding handyman disciples saw this scene, they all looked blank.

    When Deacon Liu pays his monthly salary, it is common for him to “eat a card”. Whoever dares to protest and be dissatisfied will be reprimanded lightly and severely beaten.

    When it was Zhao Heng's turn, the amount of tasks was also deducted, and only ten Xuanjing were obtained.

    And the ten Xuanjing, even the most common quench potion in the sect can't afford it.

    This is the norm for handyman disciples. If there is no other way to make money, these Xuanjing are only enough to live on their own.

    “Oh... there is only such a little mysterious crystal, what should I do for the assessment in two months?"A square-faced young man next to Zhao Heng let out a sigh.

    Zhao Heng recognized this person, the original owner of his body, who had very little communication in the Yuhua Sect, and only had contact with this ‘Du Changqing’.

    The two got started on the same day, and the dormitory was next to each other. They often did handyman tasks together, and they were quite close.

    “Brother Du, what are you talking about?”

    Du Changqing said with a sad face: “Don't you know, Brother Zhao, two months later, it will be the triennial handyman assessment.

    I heard that those with excellent grades can get sect rewards, get better jobs, and even be promoted to outer disciples.

    Those who fail the assessment will either be expelled from the sect, or their monthly salaries will be reduced and they will be assigned to do more arduous work.”

    Hearing this, Zhao Heng couldn't help but feel tight in his heart.

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    As the largest sect in the southern region, the Yuhua Sect has extremely fierce internal competition, even if it is a handyman disciple, it is slightly superior.

    The path of martial arts is divided into ‘acquired' and 'innate’.

    There are three realms the day after tomorrow, ‘Quenching the body, forging bones, and refining the dirt’, each realm is divided into nine levels.

    Zhao Heng is only the fourth level of the quenched body realm, and Du Changqing is the fifth level of the quenched body realm.

    If you want to pass the handyman assessment, you basically have to quench the sixth level of physical condition to be possible, and their hopes are very slim.

    Du Changqing sighed: "Oh, I have been stuck in the quenched physical realm for five to six months, and I don't have enough cultivation resources. It is estimated that the advancement is hopeless, Brother Zhao, how about you.”

    “Brother Du, I have just quenched the fourth level of physical state, and even if you don't have a chance, I have no hope.”

    Zhao Heng responded with a wry smile on the surface, but secretly said in his heart: "It seems that you have to rely on that thing!”

    ……

    Separated from Du Changqing, Zhao Heng returned to the dormitory in Handyman Peak.

    A low and narrow thatched house with nothing but a cold wooden bed.

    Zhao Heng locked the door of the room tightly, sat on the bed, and moved his mind.

    “Swish......!”

    As a silver light flashed across the center of his eyebrows, a fist-sized silver dice hovered quietly in front of him.

    At the same time, a message came from my mind.

    “Ten Xuanjing, you can activate the'Dao Seed’ once, do you activate it?”

    “What kind of Dao, it's obviously just a dice, okay!”

    Zhao Heng complained, touched his pockets, and added the monthly salary he had just received, a total of 33 mysterious crystals.

    He took out ten mysterious crystals from it and approached the dice.

    “Whoosh...!”

    The dice shot out a silver light, absorbed all the Xuanjing, and floated into Zhao Heng's hands.

    Zhao Heng threw the dice hard.

    “Wow...!”

    The dice flipped in the air for a few seconds.

    “Om......!”

    As the light flashed on the surface of the dice, a red dot appeared directly above the dice.

    “A little bit!”

    Immediately, a message came from Zhao Heng's mind.

    “The shaking skill one ‘steals’, which can randomly steal an item within a radius of ten miles. Is it used immediately?”

    At the same time, directly above “one point”, an illusory number “x7” is also projected.

    This means that Zhao Heng has used the “stealing” skill seven times in total.

    "Sure enough, it's a little bit more.”

    As early as three months ago, Zhao Heng shook the dice, and the first time he shook it to a point.

    He actually broke out in character, stole a 30-year-old “clotting grass”, and sold a full hundred Xuanjing.

    Zhao Heng was very excited at the beginning, and used Xuanjing, who sold medicine, to try to roll the dice many times.

    Unexpectedly, after six consecutive times, they were all a little "stealing" skills, and the stolen things were all useless debris.

    Therefore, Zhao Heng did not dare to use this “gold-swallowing behemoth" easily anymore.

    Until today, hearing Du Changqing talk about the assessment of handymen, he decided to give it a shot for his own future.

    Looking at the bright red point, Zhao Heng gave the order decisively.

“Use skills.”

    The next moment, the faint light on the surface of the dice flickered.

    Zhao Heng only felt a warm and soft texture on his hands.

    Looking down, he was holding a “red bellyband” embroidered with pink mandarin ducks and gold silk strokes in his hand.

    The bellyband is made of good ice silk fabric, with a soft and delicate texture, and a moving fragrance lingering on the surface. It seems that it has just been taken off from someone else, and there is still a trace of body temperature left.

    At the same time, the number above one point on the dice becomes “x8”.

    Looking at the bellyband in his hand, Zhao Heng hesitated for a long time, and couldn't help being stunned.

    "Damn, ten Xuanjing, just changed to a bellyband?”

    At the same time, a woman's exclamation came from the depths of Zixia Peak, which was adjacent to the handyman Peak.

    “Ah...there is a thief!”

    ……

    After a while, Zhao Heng calmed down.

    The heart said that this bellyband is of extraordinary quality and exquisite craftsmanship, so maybe it can sell for a good price.

    “One more!”

    As soon as he was ruthless, he took out ten more mysterious crystals.

    After ten seconds, the dice stopped turning, and it was still “a little bit”.

    “Crack!”

    A moss-covered green brick landed crisp and fell at Zhao Heng's feet.

    The number of steals is “x9".

    “Uh......!”

    Zhao Heng was completely speechless, and with twenty mysterious crystals, he changed into a bellyband and a brick?

    Looking at the only dozen or so mysterious crystals left, his heart was dripping with blood.

    Just as he hesitated.

    “Bang bang bang...!”

    Suddenly, the door of the room was kicked hard.

    Zhao Heng quickly retracted the dice and opened the door to see three figures standing outside the door.

    The first person with a fat head and big ears, dressed in a blue gown, is Deacon Liu who is paying a monthly salary in the mining area today.

    “Deacon Liu, it's you, is there anything wrong?"Zhao Heng gave a smiley face.

    The level of Yuhua Sect is strict, and the handyman disciples are at the very end.

    Deacon Liu is his immediate superior, and he is also a bone-forging warrior, and he dare not offend easily.

    Without waiting for Deacon Liu to speak, a handyman disciple of Niu Gaoma on the side snorted coldly.

    “Cut the nonsense, after the monthly salary is paid, don't you hurry up and pay the deacon the regular money!"”

    In the mining area, in addition to deducting the tasks of the handyman disciples, Deacon Liu also set an unspoken rule for 30% of the monthly salary to be paid.

    The former owner of this body was severely beaten by Deacon Liu because he did not pay the regular money three months ago, and his soul returned to the sky.

    Even if Zhao Heng was not angry in his heart, adhering to the principle that a good man does not suffer from the loss in front of him, he still took out three mysterious crystals.

    Deacon Liu put Xuan Jing into a purple package around his waist, and he spoke slowly.

    “Zhao Heng, you will have to pass the assessment in two months. I think you will probably not pass it.

    For the sake of your kid's honesty on weekdays, as long as you take out a hundred mysterious crystals, the deacon can assign you a good job at that time.”

    “One hundred mysterious crystals!”

    Zhao Heng was taken aback by this number and rubbed his hands nervously.

    “Deacon Liu, how can there be so many mysterious crystals in the juniors, don't be kidding.”

    Hearing this, Deacon Liu's face sank and his eyes became uncomfortable.

    “Hehe... boy, don't blame me for not reminding you.

    If you can't pass the assessment and refuse to spend money to clear up the relationship, you may not even be able to save your life if you are assigned to some dangerous places at that time. You'd better think about it again.

    In addition, the deacon's patience is limited, so don't make me wait too long.”

    Deacon Liu patted Zhao Heng hard on the shoulder and reminded him meaningfully.

    “Let's go.”

    “Eh... Deacon Liu, take care!”

    Zhao Heng still smiled with a smile on his face.

    The moment the other party walks away and closes the door.

    Zhao Heng's face stiffened with a smile, his face gloomy, and he paced back and forth in the room.

    In his previous life, he had a slight "persecuted delusion”, and he always worried that the people around him would murder him.

    Just now he was threatened by Deacon Liu, which made him more and more trembling in his heart, fearing that the other party would use black hands on him for money and death.

    This kind of morbid anxiety forced Zhao Heng to take action to deal with the dangers that had not yet occurred.

    In the end, Zhao Heng's gaze fell on the only ten mysterious crystals left in his pockets.

    After a struggle in his heart, he finally made a decision.

    “If you can shake the dice again, just take a gamble, and if you don't succeed, you will succeed!"”

    Zhao Heng summoned the dice again and took out the last ten mysterious crystals without hesitation.

    “Shake it for me!”

    “Wow...!”

    The dice stopped abruptly after spinning, and a bright red dot appeared!

    “Why is it still a little bit!”

    Zhao Heng almost sat paralyzed on the ground, his eyes dull.

    “Huh......?”

    Just when Zhao Heng was almost desperate, he discovered that the number above one point had become “x10”.

    The difference is that the previous numbers were all off-white, but now this number exudes a faint silver glow.

    At the same time, a tone sounded.

    “Qi luck stealing, successful accumulation, can consume at least nine times the qi luck accumulated by ordinary stealing, and carry out qi luck stealing. After use, Qi luck returns to zero. Is it used?”

    “Good luck!”

    Zhao Heng looked surprised. According to the prompts, it can be inferred that he can accumulate a certain amount of luck every time he steals.

    When you accumulate more than nine times, you can consume these luck for a “special steal”, and maybe you can get some good things.

    “Is this the legendary "ten consecutive draws" summoning the European Emperor?”

    Although he had doubts in his heart, Zhao Heng, who was already exhausted, finally activated his skills.

    “Luck stealing, use it!”

    As the silver light blooms on the surface of the dice, “x10” becomes “x0” again.

    “Plop!”

    In the void, a deep purple package fell in front of Zhao Heng out of thin air.

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