Chapter 461: Chapter 212: Dispute—Can’t Hold It?

The man heard the voice and showed a hint of sympathy on his face, saying, “Bro, you’re new here, right? Did you offend someone? Mining Zone No. 8 is newly developed, and there are often silverback rats popping out; it’s not very safe. Except for those who have committed crimes and outsider slaves, rarely does anyone else get assigned there.”

Xia Hong slightly furrowed his brows and turned to look at the three people sitting in the wooden house; they were all looking at him with teasing expressions, and he immediately understood what was going on.

This Cheng Ping, acting so quickly.

“Kid, listen to my advice: the one who got you arranged here probably has quite a bit of power. Better submit and lower your head. It’s hard enough to cultivate to the Earth-digging Realm, being trapped in the mining zone is one thing, but going to a place like Mining Zone No. 8, where you could die at any moment, is not worth it…”

“Thanks, but I’m going back to sleep now!”

The guy leading the way was just following orders, and Xia Hong didn’t feel like saying much to him. He clasped his fists and headed towards Cave 93.

As Xia Hong passed by the entrances of other caves, he sensed slightly. Most of the caves in the front were single rooms, and he could vaguely see that there were quite a few facilities inside, and the environment seemed quite good. They should be where normal Earth-digging Realm cultivators of the Beehive resided while mining.

Starting from Cave 80 onward, the caves were not good; they were multi-person rooms, and the facilities inside were simple, and the environment was poor.

No surprise, it’s just as that person said earlier, those who committed crimes, outsider slaves, and those like himself who offended big figures would be assigned to these caves further back.

Cave 93.

As soon as Xia Hong walked in, he was stared at by seven pairs of eyes.

The seven had shackles on their feet; five of them had unfriendly expressions, while the other two looked at him with some sympathy and quickly turned their backs to continue sleeping.

“Even these slaves can greet, this Cheng Ping truly has some skill. It seems that what this person knows won’t be little either.”

With an indifferent expression, Xia Hong walked to an empty wooden bed in the cave, detached the somewhat long Yi Blade from his body, placed it against the stone wall, and then rested the horizontal blade on his lap, leaning against the wall, he started closing his eyes to rest.

This kind of bed, he definitely couldn’t lie down on; he could only lean against the wall and close his eyes to rest.

“Kid, that knife of yours looks nice; let me take a look!”

Xia Hong had just closed his eyes when someone woke him up.

The five with unfriendly expressions had already all walked towards him, led by a man with a scar on the left side of his face, wearing a sinister expression, directly pointing at the Yi Blade leaning against the wall, indicating he wanted to see the knife.

“Feel free to look, take it yourself!”

Hearing Xia Hong’s words, the leader’s expression was immediately stunned.

The expressions of the four behind him were also blank for a moment.

Wasn’t it just said that this kid treats his two knives as lifelines, and he would fight with anyone who wanted to see them?

Letting them just take it like this, what is this?

Wang Hun thought for a long time and could only conclude that his own ferocity must have intimidated this youngster, making him so compliant.

“This kid is sensible, but a bout of humiliation is inevitable, play with his knife a bit first, and wait for Cheng Ping to bring people over!”

Wang Hun laughed inwardly, walked over to Xia Hong’s bed, and directly reached out to grasp the Yi Blade leaning against the wall, trying to tug it towards himself.

However, the moment his arm exerted force, Wang Hun’s expression was instantly stunned.

That slender Yi Blade, barely 1.7 meters long, remained motionless against the wall.

The next second, Wang Hun found it hard to believe.

He exerted his arm, his face gradually turning red, even adding an extra hand.

Yet the Yi Blade still didn’t move an inch.

“Boss, what’s wrong?”

“What’s going on, is the knife stuck on something?”

………

Seeing the situation, the four behind him all thought something was wrong and asked questions. One even thought the blade was stuck on something and stepped forward to check.

At this moment, Wang Hun seemed to realize something, looked down, and met Xia Hong’s icy gaze; cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

“What, can’t move it? Let me help you.”

Xia Hong extended a finger, lightly flicked the Yi Blade.

Bang……