The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2623 - 2612: Forced Labor

Ye Chenfeng nodded slightly.

He was not someone who liked to stir up trouble. As the saying goes, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Since he had arrived in the Upper World, he might as well follow its customs!

The middle-aged man with the small mustache looked at Ye Chenfeng and the others, a satisfied smile on his face: "Not bad, this time we have two late-stage Divine Emperor Realm experts at once. It’s not a waste to have spent so much energy on the formation."

"You all should be familiar with the rules, right? If so, I won’t need to explain too much."

Seeing Shen Xiutian and the others nod, the middle-aged man was even more pleased: "I won’t waste words. You need to help our Soul Instrument Pavilion with tasks for half a month. Rest assured, the tasks have no danger, just a consumption of your Spiritual Energy. We will provide elixir pills to help you recover your Spiritual Energy."

"After half a month, you can freely leave here. Our Soul Instrument Pavilion won’t stop you in any way."

"If there are no issues, follow me now, and today will count as the first day."

Ye Chenfeng and the others indicated they had no issues and followed the middle-aged man out of the large room.

Upon leaving the room, they arrived outside, feeling the rich Spiritual Energy permeating the world, which brought delight to the Spiritual Qi River in Ye Chenfeng’s meridians.

This is the Upper World!

Truly, the Spiritual Energy here is several times denser than that in the Middle Realm. The Spiritual Energy there cannot compare to this place at all.

Moreover, the Heaven and Earth Laws here are different, distinct in their specialty. No wonder this place can produce experts at the Peak of the Divine Emperor Realm.

The headquarters of the Soul Instrument Pavilion is very large. Ye Chenfeng and his group followed behind the middle-aged man. Along the way, many disciples of the Soul Instrument Pavilion headquarters gazed with interest at Ye Chenfeng and the others. It had been quite a while since cultivators from the Middle Realm were transported here—they were quite curious about cultivators from the Middle Realm.

The middle-aged man led Ye Chenfeng and the others towards the back of the Soul Instrument Pavilion. Soon, they arrived at the pavilion’s rear mountain, where a series of valleys stood. Upon arriving, the air immediately filled with a fiery sensation.

The middle-aged man brought Ye Chenfeng and the others to the foot of one towering mountain. This mountain resembled a volcano, with a massive opening at the summit from which billowing heat continuously emanated.

Inside the mountain, scorching lava churned, reaching extreme temperatures. On the mountain’s surface, intricate patterns were engraved.

The patterns appeared blood-colored, with red light continuously flowing within them, lending the entire mountain a slightly odd appearance.

The other peaks nearby were almost identical to this one, except that they were inactive; only this mountain before them was operational.

Numerous cultivators were seen pressing their palms against the mountain wall, continuously channeling their body’s Spiritual Energy into the mountain.

All these cultivators were drenched in sweat, with some appearing pale, yet they were not in any danger nor would it harm them—this was merely the extreme consumption of Spiritual Energy.

After bringing Ye Chenfeng and the others here, the middle-aged man said, "You must come here daily and inject all the Spiritual Energy in your body into this mountain. Once done, your task for the day is complete. For the next half month, this is the only task you have to do each day."

"Inside this mountain, an Immortal Artifact is being refined, so you must stay focused. If any of you try to skimp on your duties, our Soul Instrument Pavilion does not tolerate slackers."

The middle-aged man’s face turned stern as he issued his warning to Ye Chenfeng and his companions.

Refining an Immortal Artifact here? Ye Chenfeng had never truly crafted an Immortal Artifact himself, and he was intrigued by the process here.

The cultivators injecting Spiritual Energy into the mountain were all hired by the Soul Instrument Pavilion. Their daily task was to channel a certain amount of Spiritual Energy into the mountain; of course, more was always better.

Ye Chenfeng and Nanshan Old Demon pressed their palms against the mountain, slowly channelling their body’s Spiritual Energy into it.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng and his group doing so without any complaints, the middle-aged man’s expression softened.

Ye Chenfeng was now a bona fide Supreme Artifact Refiner. With his palm pressed against the mountain, injecting Spiritual Energy, he began to sense the patterns engraved on the mountain’s surface.

These patterns were filled with mysteries, all useful for artifact refining. Ye Chenfeng guessed if the Immortal Artifact is crafted and then tempered here, its quality should improve further.

As a Supreme Artifact Refiner, Ye Chenfeng understood refining thoroughly and had many unique insights; ordinary Supreme Artifact Refiners could not compare to him.

He immersed himself in comprehending the patterns, feeling several flaws and defects in their design.

Tempering an Immortal Artifact inside this mountain, the patterns on its surface played a very crucial role.

If the engravings are poor, they would certainly impact the tempering process.

Ye Chenfeng speculated that if these patterns were more perfectly drawn, the tempering time could be reduced and the outcomes enhanced.

The deeper his insights grew, the tighter Ye Chenfeng’s brows furrowed. His comprehension and analytical skills were exceptionally strong—initially, he merely thought the patterns had some flaws and imperfections. With time, his grasp deepened, and he felt these patterns drawn on the mountain were utterly deplorable.

If he were to redraw them, he could certainly design better patterns.

The middle-aged man who led Ye Chenfeng and the others here hadn’t left but was standing nearby.

Some exhausted cultivators sat aside to rest and meditate, and one among them spoke up: "Elder Wang, the patterns drawn on this mountain are truly magical."

The middle-aged man was surnamed Wang, an external elder of the Soul Instrument Pavilion.

Elder Wang boasted: "Naturally, these are drawn by Ancestor Li himself. Would the patterns of a dignified supreme be simple? Their mysteries are beyond our comprehension."

As Ye Chenfeng poured Spiritual Energy into the mountain, he almost burst out laughing upon hearing these words.

Are the patterns drawn on the mountain truly that mystical?

In his eyes, they’re childishly simple.

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