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Chapter 65

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On the second day after Wang Daoyuan sent the message, Eighth Uncle Wang Shoujiang sent out a recruitment notice.

Some of the ordinary clansmen in the vicinity came to Mirror Iron Mountain one after another. After all, this was the edge of the Wang Clan's territory and there were many demon beasts. It was very difficult to feed a family just by growing crops. Most of the young and strong clansmen chose to work in the clan's mines and forests.

Wang Daoyuan changed into a black robe and did not wear a bamboo hat. He changed his name to Huang Yun and snuck into Mirror Iron Mountain. There were many loose cultivators dressed like this, so it was not conspicuous.

This time, apart from the ordinary clansmen of the Wang Clan, there were also a few loose cultivators who were only at the first or second level of Qi Refinement.

Most loose cultivators did not have a systematic inheritance, so it was extremely rare for them to know the various arts of cultivation.

For cultivators like them who had just stepped onto the path of cultivation, their cultivation was low, their combat strength was weak, and they did not have the ability to hunt demon beasts. They also did not have any special skills. Other than working for some factions, there was no good way out.

The Wang Clan's Daoism was backward and they had always behaved with their tails between their legs. They treated ordinary itinerant cultivators kindly.

They had a good reputation among loose cultivators, so there were still some loose cultivators who worked for the Wang Clan. Some loose cultivators even married into the Wang Clan.

All the cultivation clans were happy to recruit loose cultivators. After all, every clan had many female cultivators. If they married outside, the clan would suffer too much.

If a cultivator who was painstakingly cultivated married into another clan, the initial investment would be wasted. Moreover, it was easy to expose some of the clan's secrets.

Unless they married into a stronger clan to seek support.

For example, a female cultivator from a Foundation Establishment clan would marry a disciple from a Zifu clan.

Instead, they could recruit outstanding loose cultivators to add new blood to the clan and increase the number of cultivators in the clan.

Some loose cultivators worked in the businesses of the cultivation clans with the intention of marrying into the clan. Although most clans would not help the marrying cultivators reach Foundation Establishment, they would still provide a lot of daily cultivation resources.

The marrying cultivators themselves would not be recognized by the clan, but their descendants would grow up in the clan and would not be looked at differently.

Among the loose cultivators who entered the mines with Wang Daoyuan, there was one who had the intention of marrying into the Wang Clan.

This person's appearance was not bad. He was more than seven feet tall and looked to be in his early twenties. However, he gave people a feeling of greasiness.

As soon as this person saw Wang Daoyuan, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation. "Brother, do you also want to marry into the Wang family?"

Wang Daoyuan felt a little strange. Why would this fellow ask such a question? Could it be that this was a popular greeting among rogue cultivators?

Besides, he didn't look like someone who lived off a woman.

His appearance was rather masculine, and he was more than eight feet tall. His eyebrows were like sleeping silkworms, and his eyes were like bright stars. His face was angular, and he did not look like a pretty boy at all.

Wang Daoyuan asked, "Brother, why do you ask? Are many of the miners here to marry into the Wang family?"

"That's not much, but that's what I'm thinking." The slick young man said, "I am Lin Yuan. Seeing that you have an extraordinary appearance and are doing this kind of work, I thought that you also wanted to marry into the Wang family. If that's the case, I have another strong opponent."

Wang Daoyuan was a little suspicious of this Lin Yuan. This fellow had never seen a female cultivator of the Wang family, and he wanted to marry into their family.

Either he felt that the Immortal Dao was hopeless and did not want to work hard anymore. He wanted to find a place to stay and live a good life. To put it bluntly, he wanted to be a parasite. Or he was a spy sent by other forces.

No matter which one it was, he was not a good person.

Moreover, this fellow came at this time and even took the initiative to greet him. It was really possible that he was related to the previous missing persons case.

Twenty to thirty people came in the morning. In the afternoon, the steward took the newcomers down to the mine and assigned them work.

The mine tunnel was dug according to the direction of the ore vein. There were many twists and turns, and there were also many forks. If not for the steward leading the way, no one would be able to find the place at all.

In the mine, there were a senior steward and a junior steward. The senior steward was in charge of one of the matters in the mine, such as mining, transporting, logistics, and so on.

Under the senior steward, there were several junior stewards, who were equivalent to team leaders. They were in charge of a few to dozens of people.

Most of these stewards were relatives of the Wang Clan cultivators. They did not have spirit roots. In order to let the cultivators have no worries, the clan usually gave them some work in the clan's business.

The senior steward led the group of people into the mine. Each junior steward picked a few people and brought them into the mine tunnel they were in charge of.

The junior steward assigned to Wang Daoyuan was an honest man in his thirties. He did not speak much and was quite good to the ordinary miners. He was quite loved and respected by the miners.

There was also a loose cultivator assigned to Wang Daoyuan. He was in his thirties and was at the second level of Qi Disciple.

The strength of cultivators far exceeded that of ordinary people. Their mining speed was also far from what ordinary people could compare to. If there were cultivators under them, they would be able to dig out more ore in the entire mine tunnel. The junior steward would also be rewarded.

The junior steward was very happy to be assigned two cultivators at once. He brought the newcomers to the rest area of his mine tunnel and said to the old miners, "This time, our mine tunnel has been assigned two cultivators. This month, we will definitely be ranked first. When the time comes, everyone will be rewarded."

A robust young man sneered, "What's the use of cultivators? Were there few cultivators in the mine in the past? Didn't they all disappear without a trace? It's hard to say how many days these two can live. "

The loose cultivator who came with Wang Daoyuan was a little scared and asked, "Didn't you say that this matter has already been resolved?"

The robust young man snorted and said, "What do you mean resolved? It's just that the clan sent another person over. Nothing happened these few days. After investigating for a few days, we can't even find out why they disappeared. "

The junior steward reprimanded, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you still want to work? "

The robust young man was not convinced. Just as he was about to continue arguing with the junior steward, he was pulled back by a few of his older companions.

The junior steward assigned the newcomers to work and turned to leave.

Wang Daoyuan wanted to get a few more words, so he pretended to be reckless and said, "Who cares what's causing trouble? I, Wang Daoyuan, have been cultivating since I was young. Do you think I'm afraid of those demons and ghosts?"

Seeing Wang Daoyuan boasting, the robust young man mocked, "There were a few Immortals older than you before, but they didn't even make a sound before they disappeared.

No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than the Immortals sent by the clan to guard the Mirror Iron Mountain? Even that old man couldn't find out the reason, can you? "

Since the junior steward was not here, everyone dared to speak. One after another, they began to talk.

A middle-aged man in his forties said, "Speaking of which, it's strange. I'm already in my forties, but I'm not as sleepy as you youngsters. I only sleep for four to six hours a day. But every time someone goes missing, I'm especially sleepy and can sleep for more than eight hours."

Everyone was talking enthusiastically. Wang Daoyuan also discovered the abnormalities when people went missing from their conversation.

The miners all slept in the resting area at night. The so-called resting area was formed by the expansion of the mine. Everyone had a straw mattress and two blankets. The resting area was not big, and there were dozens of people resting here.

But every time someone went missing, the other people in the same mine did not notice. Even the cultivators who had not gone missing did not notice anything.

In addition, the middle-aged man said that every time someone went missing, he always slept very deeply.

From this, it could be inferred that someone might have poisoned him or used a spell to calm his nerves.

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