From one emergency after another, Song Jixing became increasingly certain that this demonic cultivator wanted to recover his cultivation through nefarious means.
Previously it was a tidal wave, now it was a mine accident. There was deliberation as well as coincidence, both owing to fate.
Song Jixing stuffed the doll into his pocket and rode his flying sword back with Wu Xiao.
When they returned, the large spotlights around the gold mine were all turned on.
About half of the trenches that Song Jixing had slashed open had collapsed from the later tremors, with dirt and snow filling the crevices, and even toppling a few nearby houses.
The rescue scene appeared rather grim.
After dismounting his sword, Song Jixing told Wu Xiao, "The person escaped, I let him run."
As for the doll, Song Jixing didn't plan to explain it to Wu Xiao and the others, even if he gave it to them, they wouldn't be able to use it.
But she would take it back and show it to the elders of her sect.
Wu Xiao nodded, not taking the matter to heart. Although he didn't understand cultivation much, the fact that the person fled upon seeing Song Jixing proved that she was more formidable.
"Thank you for your efforts, I'm glad you're safe. Everything else is minor." As long as Song Jixing was safe, anything could be discussed.
The doll's spell was broken, and the array beneath was also disrupted.
Song Jixing sent his spiritual sense down and, with the intent of helping others, had Wu Xiao take out another map and pen to re-mark the number of trapped personnel, expressing some regret as he circled certain areas, "These people are injured, we need to rescue them quickly."
After speaking, Song Jixing slashed several more times, like a child haphazardly cutting a cake, slicing parts of the mine into pieces.
Wu Xiao looked at the map and those trenches, all marked by Song Jixing as having survivors, and quickly summoned rescue personnel to go down and save them.
After that, Song Jixing didn't idle, continuing down to bring Wen Renhe and Huo Ling'er out, while temporarily sealing the spiritual veins connecting the underground portion to the surface.
The growing spiritual veins were slightly unstable, who knows if the mine would collapse again.
When the group emerged from underground, a massive crane was operating on the mountaintop, lowering a rope to pull out dozens of trapped personnel.
Some were injured, with medical staff urgently checking their condition, while others were lively, expressing gratitude for surviving the ordeal.
Perhaps because the spotlights didn't shine on the hole where Song Jixing and the others entered and exited, combined with the surrounding darkness, no one noticed their appearance.
Everyone's attention was focused on the map held by the rescue team, and the constantly operating crane, its swaying steel cable entering and exiting the crevice each time, bringing back a few miners.
Wu Xiao stood at the dark pit entrance, watching something fly out from within, then saw the surrounding sand and soil quickly flow into the deep pit, realizing Song Jixing had probably come out.
Just as he was about to look for Song Jixing's figure in the darkness, he found his phone vibrating in his pocket.
It was a message from Song Jixing through the cultivation app.
【Left】
Wu Xiao held his phone excitedly, though he couldn't reply.
This app had many restrictions, and what could be seen depended on one's level.
For example, the cultivation methods uploaded by Shen Feixian could only be viewed by those detected to have a spiritual root, even if others had the qualification to register for the app.
Additionally, cultivators led by Song Jixing could leave messages throughout the app and send messages to anyone. But to prevent them from being excessively disturbed, ordinary people couldn't message them, even those with awakened spiritual energy, only cultivators could message each other.
Of course, if one was dissatisfied with their messages, a complaint could be filed.
But no one knew how it would be handled, since cultivators rarely spoke on the app, leaving little to complain about.
Although Wu Xiao couldn't message Song Jixing, he could at least message his superiors to update them on the rescue progress.
The current number of rescued and remaining personnel, as well as Song Jixing's departure, were all reported by Wu Xiao.
After sending the messages, Wu Xiao returned to the illuminated area and continued monitoring the rescue.
At this moment, Lin Mingshu approached with a complicated expression, "Did they leave?"
Wu Xiao: "They left."
"Oh."
The conversation between them ended there.
All the trapped personnel were safely rescued before 9 PM, with the injured sent to hospitals and others allowed to rest.
After completing the rescue work, Lin Mingshu returned to his tent, opened his laptop, and began filling out the rescue report.
Since this rescue operation was brief, and they didn't need to act themselves, let alone any casualties, his report was quite concise.
Lin Mingshu confirmed the report content twice before clicking submit.
The computer's clock in the bottom right had turned to 0:00, and the wind outside the tent was howling loudly, gradually drowning out the sounds of people and vehicles.
Lin Mingshu sat in front of the computer for half an hour, completely unaffected by sleepiness, eventually unable to resist the restlessness in his heart. He opened his phone, found the contact named "Sister" in his WeChat list, clicked into her Moments, and saw it filled with photos of Feng Juechen.
Lin Mingshu had a younger sister who started high school this year.
Due to his work, Lin Mingshu didn't often go home, but he doted on his little sister, sending her pocket money from his salary for every holiday, buying her gifts, clothes, and cakes for her birthday, never missing a year.
His sister would knit him scarves and gloves in return.
The sibling relationship was great until his sister started idolizing a celebrity.
She covered her room with his posters, bought all kinds of merchandise with his photos, even skipped school to attend his performances, spent all her money voting for him, and her grades dropped.
For this, Lin Mingshu educated his sister for the first time, telling her not to waste her heart on a man who made a living by selling smiles, to focus more on her own life, and not ruin her future by chasing celebrities.
Celebrities were only outwardly glamorous, lacked substance, and had no culture!
Then his sister shared Feng Juechen's Weibo, instantly slapping Lin Mingshu in the face.
Because his sister said she wanted to attend a prestigious university and study with her idol, so she would study diligently from then on.
After confirming the truth of this, Lin Mingshu didn't dwell on it further.
This was the first time he had been humbled, and it was by Feng Juechen.
So when he saw Feng Juechen in person, Lin Mingshu's feelings were quite complicated. Adding the subsequent pit destruction and rescue, Lin Mingshu's heart was in chaos.
He stared at his sister's Moments for a long time, all expressing love for her idol, but the latest update was already half a month ago.
She seemed to be posting less frequently than before, perhaps due to studying diligently.
Lin Mingshu hesitated for a moment before giving it a like.
His feelings seemed to ease a little.
-
The next morning when Lin's little sister woke up and saw the notification on her Moments, she clicked in and saw it with puzzlement.
Had her brother gone crazy? Or had he been hacked?
