Thanks to My Enemy, I Become Immortal Emperor - Chapter 4

Liu Shunyi remained cautious.

Mining at Qinglian Mine could pose a life-threatening risk? That’s definitely not a place he should go.

What alarmed Liu Shunyi the most was the possibility that Zhang Erhu might be a spy, intending to send people to their deaths at the mine. If so, it would imply that the entire Qinglian Mine is under his control now. This realization sent chills down Liu Shunyi’s spine.

Seeing Liu Shunyi hesitate, a cold glint flickered briefly in Zhang Erhu’s eyes before quickly turning back into a smile.

“I was just suggesting it. But the pay for mining is indeed generous – about three low-grade Spirit Stones for a day’s work.”

“If you change your mind, feel free to come find me anytime.”

Liu Shunyi hastily bowed in gratitude.

“Many thanks, Senior Brother. Should I ever truly struggle to make ends meet, I’ll certainly seek your guidance.”

Zhang Erhu waved dismissively.

“No problem at all!”

At this moment, another servant disciple suddenly recalled something.

“Right, I know you’re short on money and have good stamina. Why not work as a laborer at the Artificer Room? They always need help daily, although it’s quite exhausting. However, the reward is approximately one Spirit Stone per day.”

Liu Shunyi was immediately intrigued.

“Really? I’ll go check it out right away!”

With that, Liu Shunyi hurried towards the Artificer Room.

After Liu Shunyi left, the others chatted briefly before dispersing.

At this moment, Cui Hao emerged unsteadily from his room, appearing frail and barely able to stand.

“Help! Someone, come quickly!” he rasped hoarsely.

A nearby servant disciple heard his call and rushed over, startled by Cui Hao’s condition.

“Boss Cui, what happened? Did you engage in some intense battle?” exclaimed the servant disciple.

Cui Hao felt bitter inside.

Bullshit intense battle with women!

I’ve fucking slept for two days straight.

Damn it.

The more he slept, the groggier he became, feeling utterly drained as if he had plowed hundreds of acres of land.

He now seriously suspected that he might be under some kind of magic spell.

Without delay, he needed to seek assistance from the Servant Steward.

***

Liu Shunyi swiftly arrived at the Artificer Room.

Presenting his disciple badge and explaining his purpose, he was promptly led to its rear courtyard.

As a servant, his task was straightforward.

“Take all these scraps and transport them to the earthflame pool. Just toss them in!”

“Once you’ve cleared this pile, your work is done.”

Liu Shunyi glanced at the mountainous heap of refining waste, and his lips involuntarily twitched.

For fuck’s sake!

It must weigh at least a hundred thousand pounds, if not more.

Clearing a hundred thousand pounds of scrap for just one low-grade Spirit Stone? Seriously treating servants like shit.

Although discontent inside, outwardly Liu Shunyi maintained gratitude.

“Many thanks, Senior Brother. I’ll get started right away.”

The disciple nodded and left.

Using his mind, Liu Shunyi flipped the Grand Dao Golden Book to Zhang Erhu’s page, then began working diligently.

Before nightfall, Liu Shunyi had completed the task. He then pretended to be utterly exhausted, even limping as he walked.

When Liu Shunyi approached to settle payment, the disciple was astonished.

“Finished so quickly?”

Liu Shunyi felt slightly offended by this remark – what did he mean “so quickly”?

Despite his inner thoughts, he maintained a smile and responded, “I have good stamina and considerable strength; otherwise, I wouldn’t have dared to take on this job!”

The disciple inspected the work once more. Indeed, it was completed thoroughly. Feeling quite pleased, he remarked, “You’ve done well!”

During settlement, the disciple generously added one extra Spirit Stone for Liu Shunyi.

Overjoyed, Liu Shunyi exclaimed, “Many thanks, Senior Brother! Many thanks!”

The disciple shook his head. “No need for such gratitude. You’ve actually helped me out too. However, Junior Brother, taking up these tasks suggests you’re truly short on money.”

“I happen to have another laborious job available, not paid with Spirit Stones but with merit points. The daily wage is seventy merit points!”

Liu Shunyi’s eyes immediately lit up. In the sect, merit points were often considered more valuable than Spirit Stones.

And seventy per day? Wow!

Yet, Liu Shunyi remained composed.

“May I ask, Senior Brother, what exactly does this job entail?” Liu Shunyi inquired directly.

“The iron ore from Qinglian Mine is transported here, and we need someone to help move it to our backyard. These ores are incredibly heavy, so few are willing to do the work. If you’re up for it, considering your efficiency, I can give you an additional thirty merit points.”

Wow, no time to waste!

“I’m in!”

The disciple nodded with a smile.

“Great! Come find me tomorrow morning.”

Liu Shunyi acknowledged with a nod.

He then bid farewell and left.

***

After leaving the Artificer Room, Liu Shunyi headed straight for a hearty meal.

He was famished, having barely eaten proper full meals over the past few days.

It turned out that the cafeteria’s food was irrigated with spiritual spring water. The taste and sensation upon eating were truly distinct and remarkable.

Following this satisfying feast, Liu Shunyi felt as if his physical body had been nourished by long-awaited sweet dew.

“Wow, the speed at which I’m refining spiritual energy feels like a mid-grade Spirit Root!”

As he walked along, Liu Shunyi glanced at Zhang Erhu’s name on the Grand Dao Golden Scroll, falling silent.

Despite a day of strenuous work, Zhang Erhu’s verdant name had only dimmed slightly.

Just how terrifying must this guy be?

Liu Shunyi sensed immense danger and grew increasingly cautious.

The cultivation world is filled with unpredictable threats around every corner.

He needed to rapidly strengthen himself; otherwise, even within the servant disciples’ quarters, he wouldn’t have the means to protect himself.

At the thought of becoming stronger, an idea struck Liu Shunyi.

“To grow powerful, there are two key aspects: one is cultivating my cultivation base, and the other is mastering Magic Spells!”

“Should I opt for those life-draining Magic Spells or ones that pose significant harm to my body but possess immense power?” Liu Shunyi pondered, feeling quite intrigued.

However, alongside his excitement came renewed frustration.

“Fucking hell! Entering the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion costs three thousand merit points per visit, and learning each Magic Spell or Martial Skill requires additional merit points. Damn it, I’m broke – truly fucking destitute!”

Liu Shunyi took a deep breath.

He then returned to his quarters, closed the door, and resumed cultivation.

This time, during his practice session, Liu Shunyi distinctly felt something different.

Zhang Erhu’s mid-grade Spirit Root allowed him to cultivate at least ten times faster than with his previous low-grade Spirit Root.

At this accelerated pace, he estimated reaching the Qi Refining Third Layer within three months seemed highly plausible.

Recalling how it had taken Zhang Erhu two and a half years just to reach the Qi Refining First Layer with his Mixed Spirit Root, Liu Shunyi couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

Fortunately,

now he had an unfair advantage.

With this thought, Liu Shunyi dove back into an intense training frenzy.

Contrary to feeling fatigued, the more he cultivated, the more exhilarated he became.

Unbeknownst to Liu Shunyi, Zhang Erhu, already somewhat exhausted, intended to resume his own cultivation. However, as soon as he sat down, he felt an overwhelming urge to vomit.

Yet for Zhang Erhu, it felt like he had been cultivating endlessly, causing immense frustration.

“What’s going on? Why do I sense such resistance?” Zhang Erhu furrowed his brow.