Infinite Magnetic Field Tyrant

Chapter 205: Tang Dafozu Paying the Mortgage
Meng Qi panicked and scrambled towards the supervisor, Tang San, shouting for help: "Supervisor Tang, please save them! If this continues, they're going to turn into pancakes!"

But when he ran closer, he was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

Tang San was seen sitting comfortably on a chair made of blood marrow ore, with a table in front of him piled with watermelons and fried chicken.

Tang San held a plump chicken leg in one hand and bit it until the juice splashed everywhere. He held half of the watermelon in the other hand and ate until the juice flowed from the corners of his mouth. He looked so comfortable.

Seeing the black version of Tang Dafozu like this, Meng Qi widened his eyes, and the old jokes about black people, fried chicken and watermelon flashed through his mind.

He almost blurted out the words, but when he thought of the terrifying power of the Great Buddha Tang in front of him, he forced himself to hold the words back.

"Why panic? They can't die."

The black man spoke incoherently without even looking up, and at the same time threw a clean-gnawed chicken bone to the side. The bone flew past Meng Qi's head, giving him a fright.

Tang San swallowed the last bite of watermelon, wiped his mouth casually, and looked at the people rolling on the ground in pain with disgust.

"What a hassle! You're bothering me during meal time."

He muttered, and gently swung the harpoon in his hand. A dark purple lightning instantly penetrated Luo Feng's body.

The lightning seemed to have life, rushing around in Luo Feng's body. Wherever it went, the energy that was originally chaotic due to the dough instantly became orderly.

Luo Feng only felt that the power in his stomach that seemed to be about to devour him gradually weakened, and his body, which was about to collapse into a singularity, slowly returned to normal.

Then, Tang San did the same thing, rescuing the remaining struggling Hunyuan warriors one by one. They lay on the ground, their faces full of exhaustion and fear after surviving the catastrophe.

Meng Qi was stunned watching from the side. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He couldn't help but sigh, "Overseer Tang, your strength is too incredible!"

Tang San rolled his eyes at him.

"Stop talking nonsense and focus on mining, or you won't be so lucky next time."

After saying that, he picked up another piece of fried chicken and started to eat it with relish.

The pain finally ended, and he spat out the old pancake that had cost Luo Feng his life.

Luo Feng gasped for air and looked at the pancake. It still looked the same as before, without any change.

After staying in Luo Feng's body for such a long time, it hasn't even been digested at all.

The same was true for the other twelve lords. Their faces showed that they had survived a disaster. Eating a piece of bread was more exhausting than working for eight hours.

The unleavened bread in front of them also remained unchanged.

This is so scary, is this the world above?

"Why don't you say thank you? You people from the lower world are really rude."

Tang Dafozu, who was eating watermelon, muttered.

"Thank you, Overseer Tang."

"Thank you, Supervisor Tang, for saving my life."

Tang San threw away the watermelon rind in his hand, patted his belly, stood up, and looked down at Luo Feng and others.

The harpoon in his hand was casually placed on the ground, and purple lightning spread along the fork, leaving twisted marks on the ground.

"Listen to me carefully,"

Tang San's voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the mine.

"The upper world is not the small place you stayed in before. Here, everything depends on strength."

"Countless mineral veins are the foundation of the world above. Besides our mining area, there are countless mining areas that you can't even imagine. Every piece you dig is related to the operation of the entire world."

He paused, his eyes swept over everyone, and finally landed on Luo Feng.

"Luo Feng, you seem to have the most potential among them. Don't let me down. Mining is not just for your own compensation, but also the foundation for your foothold in the upper world."

"And you."

Tang San looked at Meng Qi.

"I've discovered that you're the most mischievous of all the new miners."

"Don't dwell on those trivial things all day long. Focus on mining."

"If you can exceed the task, you will naturally get the benefits." "This blood marrow ore is extremely hard. If you want to mine more, you must find a way to improve your mining skills and strength. If anyone dares to be lazy and slack off."

Tang San suddenly stabbed the harpoon into the ground, and the whip in his hand appeared again. As he swung it, a strong wind spread out, and the ground instantly cracked into a bottomless ravine.

"Don't blame me for being rude!"

"Remember, here, only by constantly becoming stronger can you survive and gain more. Work hard and strive to adapt to the rules of the upper world as soon as possible!"

Just as everyone recovered from their shock, they heard Tang San let out a long sigh:
"You think the upper realm is heaven? Wrong! Even though I'm this powerful, I still have a mortgage!"

His words stunned everyone. They had thought that as a supervisor, Tang San must be carefree, but they didn't expect that he still had a mortgage?

"Do you know how outrageous the housing prices in this world are?"

When Tang San said this, he covered his face with his hands and his voice trembled a little.

"The shabby house I live in, in the suburbs, is only slightly more spacious than this mine, and I have to pay a large sum of blood marrow spirit crystals every month."

He pointed to the blood marrow ore on the ground.

"Most of what you dug up was used to pay off the mortgage and various miscellaneous expenses."

Meng Qi couldn't help but mutter:
"How come I've transcended twice already? And even at this point in my ascension, I still hear the word 'mortgage' appear..."

"Humph,"

Tang San glared at him.

"Don't think that everything will be fine once you ascend. In the upper realm, strength is one thing, but resources are even more important."

"And I have a wife and children to support."

Wife and kids?

Hearing this, Meng Qi couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts again.

He took a look at the dark complexion of the Tang Buddha, and remembering the black man's invisibility joke, he couldn't help but speak:

"You actually still support your wife and children?"

A whip almost hit him in the face.

Tang San almost beat Meng Qi to death on the spot.

“Isn’t this nonsense?!”

But Meng Qi still said:

"So is your wife's name Xiao Wu?"

"You, a fellow no bigger than a mine rat, really want to be whipped? What my wife's name is none of your business, but it's definitely not Xiao Wu."

The Great Buddha Tang was also speechless about Meng Qi's erratic personality.

"Humph, you probably don't know how expensive the housing prices were in this and last term."

"Let me tell you, even if all the daily output of the entire mining area was used to pay off the mortgage, it would still take me nine extreme years to pay it off."

Luo Feng couldn't help but ask after hearing this answer: "Jiuji? How many years is that?"

The dark-skinned Tang Buddha was still happy to explain the problem to this group of guys who had just ascended:

"Oh, well, numbers are bound to change. Billions, trillions, kilometres, kilometres, gai, zi, rang, ditch, jian, zheng, zai, ji, it's not that much, probably only 9*10^8192 years."

Meng Qi: "?! What?"

Luo Feng: “?”

Meng Qi was stunned for a long time before he finally said:
“Is this called a fucking mortgage?”

"I thought Luo Feng's cultivation time measured in trillions of years was already quite abstract, but it turns out there's something even more important?"

"Xu Nan, I'm going to fuck you like an immortal."

(End of this chapter)