I Might Be A Fake Cultivator - Chapter 1912

Chapter 1912: Who Will Save Me

Mo Hai had the ability to sense the true intent of the flames of others.

The more others used their flames to burn him, the more enlightenment he would attain. The higher the level of flames, the more exhilarated he felt. The flames of the Vermilion Bird Tribe were extremely pure and presented a perfect opportunity for him to further himself in his dao of fire. Thus, he was quite pleased to have such a violent supervisor.

Mo Hai was burned by the flames, but he did not use his power to snuff out these flames and instead let them snuff out on their own. Such a sincere attitude in accepting his mistakes make Huang Muzi very pleased.

This was probably the definition of a win-win situation.

Mo Hai continued to mine for crystals, and whenever he needed a dose of fire, he would intentionally make a mistake.

Huang Muzi would then burn him with rage.

He would then be satisfied and continue to mine for crystals.

This was a positive loop.

However, he gradually discovered that there was something amiss after a few days.

He discovered that Huang Muzi no longer burned him for his mistakes.

What a strange feeling!

Mo Hai was quite confused, and on one occasion, he intentionally looked up into the sky and pretended to be slacking off.

Huang Muzi looked at him before turning his gaze elsewhere.

Mo Hai: “???”

Why wasn’t he being burned anymore? Could it be that Huang Muzi had discovered something?

Was this stupid bird going to deprive him of his only joy in this cruel life?!

“I’m sorry, Supervisor Huang Muzi, I was slacking off again,” Mo Hai suddenly yelled.

Huang Muzi faltered momentarily before turning to Mo Hai with a slightly stumped expression.

Mo Hai was quite smug upon seeing this. If you won’t punish me, then I’ll expose myself! If you don’t burn me now, what are the other Return to Void Stage miners going to think?

Huang Muzi felt like this situation was utterly absurd. He wasn’t burning Mo Hai, but Mo Hai was asking for it?

He stared at Mo Hai. At first, it was with disdain, but soon, a sympathetic expression appeared on his face, and his voice softened. “Mo Hai… I know you’re a little… special in the head and would often make mistakes and stare up at the sky for no reason… However, you have the sincerest attitude I’ve ever seen among all of the miners. Not only did you refrain from using your power to snuff out my flames, you even forced yourself to offer me a twisted smile in your extreme pain…”

Mo Hai was dumbstruck. Twisted smile? Those were irrepressible smiles of bliss that he was trying to repress!

Huang Muzi continued, “In all honesty, you have moved me. Even though your bloodline is inferior and you’re a little retarded, your attitude toward your work and toward owning up to your mistakes is very commendable. I’m willing to extend special treatment toward you and exempt you from punishments! In fact, I want to nominate you as the miner of the year!”

Mo Hai’s eyes widened with incredulity as he stared at Huang Muzi.

“Are you surprised? Don’t be scared, this is an accolade you deserve,” Huang Muzi said in a gentle voice.

Mo Hai: “… Stupid c*nt!”

“What?!” Huang Muzi’s eyes widened before he exploded with rage, “I’ll kill you!”

Boom!

Scorching divine flames erupted from Huang Muzi’s mouth before surging toward Mo Hai.

Mo Hai howled in agony within the flames, but he was also very satisfied.

This was the kick he was looking for!

Huang Muzi finally vented all of his rage after torturing Mo Hai, and he left with a thunderous expression. “Hmph! Lowly human, if it isn’t for the fact that you still have some value as a slave, you would be dead already! Know your place!”

Mo Hai lay on the ground as he panted heavily with his eyes glazed over.

He thought about many things as he lay here.

This life wasn’t bad, but the human race was in danger, and he really didn’t want to waste time here. He wanted to return to his sect and fight together with his fellow disciples and elders…

“I really want to go, but I can’t get out of here…” Mo Hai sighed. “I’m up against the Vermilion Bird Tribe. They won’t allow their manual laborers to escape from this planet…”

Mo Hai was in despair whenever he thought about the colossus that was the Vermilion Bird Tribe.

Even the Vermilion Bird Sect he took great pride in was completely incomparable to this colossus. Even discounting An Lin and Xu Xiaolan, the Vermilion Bird Sect had two Dao Integration Stage super mighty figures, which made them very powerful on the Tai Chu Continent. But in this place, there were several dozen Vermilion Bird living beings…

All of the Dao Integration Stage super mighty figures in the human race combined was less than that of the Vermilion Bird Tribe. Furthermore, they even had a Holy Beast among their ranks. How was Mo Hai supposed to get out of this place? Even a God of Creation would struggle to save him.

“Who can save me?” Mo Hai stared blankly up at the sky and was struck by the urge to cry.

At this moment, a muscular man with a white buzz cut carried his flame crystals for the day and was preparing himself for a meal. Along the way, he discovered the suicidal Mo Hai, and he patted Mo Hai on the shoulder. “Don’t think too much, brother. The Vermilion Bird Tribe is too powerful for us to resist. Let’s just do our job as miners, and we’ll be free after ten thousand years!”

Mo Hai’s tears flowed even more freely. Mining for ten thousand years…

Was there no f*cking end to this?!

The brawny man extended a hand. “Humans like us are too weak in comparison to the Vermilion Bird Tribe here in this Realm of Stars. We need to look out for one another. I am Dao Zhi ‘The Enlightened’, what’s your name?”

Mo Hai shook his hand. “My name is Mo Hai.”

Dao Zhi looked at Mo Hai with a friendly expression.

This Mo Hai was a little mentally handicapped, but Huang Muzi had clearly taken a liking to him, so if he could use Mo Hai well, his mining career would be much easier to endure.

Just as he was thinking this.

Boom boom boom!

The earth suddenly began to tremor.

A dazzling light suddenly erupted from a massive spell formation.

“Hmm? This is…” Mo Hai turned toward a certain direction.

“It’s the teleportation spell formation! More living beings are coming!” Dao Zhi sighed.

All of the miners turned toward the teleportation spell formation with sympathetic or gloating expressions.

The vast majority of living beings that came here were detained and forced to work as miners under the guise of a friendly exchange program.

You win some, you lose some.

The living beings who came here were blessed to be able to set foot on Vermilion Bird Tribe territory, so they naturally had to offer something in return, namely their labor services.

Mo Hai was quite concerned.

What unlucky b*stard would it be this time?