Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Leaving the ice cavern, the Arhat Temple disciples all felt as if they had been granted a new lease on life.

Huikong and the others had already learned that two Arhat Temple disciples had died at the hands of the exotic beasts, and were now chanting the Rebirth Mantra.

Yang Ling looked up at the icicles above, simultaneously opening his virtual map to compare his position. In no time, he had pinpointed their location.

"We're halfway there. Another half and we'll reach the destination marked in red."

Yang Ling thought for a moment. Before he could even speak, Mian Zhengdong and the others had already brought over the hand crossbows and flying daggers they'd scavenged from the Rong tribe members and laid them all before him.

"Chief Constable Yang, by rights, these should be handed over to the Ironclad Department for confiscation," Mian Zhengdong said.

Yang Ling considered it, then only took a hundred flying daggers and thirty crossbow bolts.

"Keep the remaining hand crossbows for now. Once we get out of here alive, we'll hand them all over to the Ironclad Department," Yang Ling said. "With these weapons, we'll be able to handle any Rong tribe spies we encounter more easily."

Mian Zhengdong was overjoyed. This Chief Constable Yang really wasn't some stubborn, rigid fool!