Alchemy & Martial Supreme

For the sake of a black stone mine, was it worth paying such a heavy price?    

Qin Ming didn't know.    

What he knew was that even though the resources of a supreme being world were rich, the difficulty of obtaining them was also extremely high.    

Although the lifespan of a True Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator was limitless, because the power of the bloodline would slowly be consumed, one had to use resources to support it in order to ensure that the level of the bloodline wouldn't decrease.    

It was difficult to increase the bloodline level, but it was very easy to reduce it.    

The poison of Black Devil slowly dissipated. After observing the surroundings and seeing that there was no danger, Qin Ming removed his transformation.    

A sense of weakness came from the depths of his bloodline.    

"Due to the fact that I didn't fight when I transformed earlier, I didn't consume much of my bloodline power."    

"This time, I fought for a long time and was heavily injured. I used too much of my bloodline power, so I needed to replenish it with resources." Qin Ming took out the black stone from his Dimensional Ring and injected his mental energy into it.    

A mysterious energy flowed out from the black stone. After absorbing this energy, the feeling of weakness in his bloodline disappeared very quickly.    

The grade two black stone in his hand also turned into an ordinary stone.    

Qin Ming casually threw the abandoned stone aside. He took out the pill from his Dimensional Ring and swallowed it. The exhaustion on his body also disappeared.    

After breaking through to the True Dragon Realm, not only would the transformation weaken his body, but it would also weaken his bloodline.    

However, there were also benefits. If his body was weak, he could consume pill, and if his bloodline was lacking, he could use black stones to recover.    

As long as one had these two resources, the side effects of the Martial Cultivator's transformation would instantly recover.    

If one didn't have black stones, they could use other resources to help recover. Black stones were the most cost-effective item to recover one's bloodline.    

Every True Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator could transform, so they needed black stones.    

That was why black stones became currency, something everyone needed.    

The Yun Yu Tribe and Lang Yuan Tribe's Martial Cultivator were both dead. Qin Ming did not hold back with the wealth they had on them.    

After burying a few of the Fallen Yu Tribe's Martial Cultivator, Qin Ming burned the corpse of the Langyuan Tribe's Martial Cultivator on the spot with the Nether Fire. Qin Ming used the Nether Fire to break the formation and walked underground.    

This time, there were no more Martial Cultivator left in the Yun Yu Tribe. This place belonged to Qin Ming alone.    

If it was an ordinary Martial Cultivator, it would definitely be wild with joy. It would hide here and dig up black stones, accumulate resources, and slowly break through to the Martial Dao realm.    

But to Qin Ming, he did not care about the black stones here at all.    

Although this blackstone mine was a huge amount of wealth, it required a large number of people to excavate it. He did have the strength to find a Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator to dig for him.    

However, mining blackstone mines was not an easy task. It would take at least ten years to completely excavate all the blackstone here.    

Qin Ming would not waste ten years of his time just for this little bit of blackstone.    

Even if he did not need to build a passageway or search for a small world, he would not waste ten years here.    

The underground was very quiet. Qin Ming pushed open the stone door of the corridor. Although the sound of the door opening was small, it sounded very loud.    

When he walked in, he found that the room was much bigger than he had imagined.    

The ground was dark and there was a stench coming from inside. There was no dust on the stone beds, but the dried sweat from the Martial Cultivator could be seen.    

"There should be a large group of Martial Cultivator living here for a long time." Smelling the stench in the air, Qin Ming frowned and closed the stone door. Only then did the stench disappear.    

He did not go in to search.