I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong-Chapter 7 - : Holy Essence Grass?

Before dawn broke, a group of people, unfamiliar with the bed they were in and uncertain of their future, had just fallen into a drowsy sleep when they were abruptly awakened by the sound of the door being kicked open.

Experienced mine slaves quickly got up from their bedrolls to dress, while inexperienced newcomers only leaped out of bed with their bare torsos after a couple of lashes.

Tian Lin sat up from the bed and put on his clothes while watching a man in black continuously whipping, and heard Zhang Lao Da telling him, "In this mine, those wearing black are the supervisors."

As soon as Zhang Lao Da finished speaking, he received a lash, and the supervisor asked, "What are you two whispering about here?"

Zhang Lao Da, while rubbing the whip marks on his shoulder, grimaced and said to the supervisor, "Nothing much, we were just saying we're hungry and talking about eating."

The supervisor then kicked Zhang Lao Da's buttock, saying, "Go outside to eat, finish your meal early so you can start work early."

Zhang Lao Da pulled Tian Lin and left the room, only to see the space outside the room already crowded with mine slaves.

These mine slaves gathered around a large pot, receiving a bowl of thin porridge each.

"Hurry and line up, any later and there won't be any left to eat."

After Zhang Lao Da finished speaking, he had already scrambled to the back of a queue.

"This porridge isn't right, why is there no steam at all?"

Tian Lin felt slightly disappointed as he couldn't find the term 'porridge' in his mind.

Just after he finished speaking, a mine slave ahead in the queue sneered:

"This is last night's porridge, originally meant to welcome you newcomers. But Manager Xu, to save a meal's cost, didn't feed you and kept it till today for everyone's breakfast."

Tian Lin was surprised, was Manager Xu saving money for the merchant? Or was it for himself?

Meanwhile, as Zhang Lao Da fought for a spot, he was immediately pushed aside.

But Zhang Lao Da was no pushover; with one kick, he knocked that man to the ground.

At that moment, Zhang Lao Da showed a completely different face than when he faced the man in black, sneering down at the man, saying:

"Bullying a newcomer, you should also see who the target is, right, brother?"

The man frowned, got up, dusted off his buttocks, and joined another queue.

Tian Lin took the opportunity to stand behind Zhang Lao Da, smiling and saying, "I heard from the old man that Brother Zhang, you are a martial arts expert."

"Haha!"

Zhang Lao Da laughed and said, "So, you want to learn martial arts? I can teach you if you want."

Tian Lin didn't immediately respond, how could he not want to learn martial arts?

It seems Zhang Lao Da dared to come to this mine because he relied on his strong martial arts skills, capable of enduring hard labor that ordinary people couldn't bear, at least he wouldn't be worked to death.

Tian Lin thought to himself that to avoid being worked to death, he must learn some martial arts.

"Brother Zhang is willing to teach me? I just don't know what I can offer you."

After Tian Lin finished speaking, Zhang Lao Da said, "You are a person I brought to Lin'an County. I teach you some boxing techniques, should I still charge you silver?"

Tian Lin didn't believe Zhang Lao Da was that kind of person. If Zhang Lao Da were a good man, I'm afraid all the devastated families along the way would rise from their graves.

Tian Lin didn't delve deeper, assuming Zhang Lao Da was a good person for now.

The two finally reached the front of the iron pot, only to see the woman serving porridge already scraping the bottom of the pot with a large spoon.

When it was Zhang Lao Da's turn, there was still almost half a bowl left, but when it reached Tian Lin, only a mouthful of soup was left.

And there were even unluckier people—those newcomers behind Tian Lin.

These people couldn't help but wail, "We haven't eaten for days, how could you not save even a mouthful of soup for us?"

A man in black coldly said, "You woke up so late and arrived so late, and you still want soup? Even shit wouldn't be warm if you were late."

The newcomers dared not speak out, only watching others slurp the porridge greedily.

Tian Lin poured the soup in his bowl into his mouth and then frowned, "Why does this porridge taste sour?"

An old mine　slave laughed and said, "It hasn't grown mold yet, that's pretty good already."

Zhang Lao Da, having only drunk half a bowl, handed his bowl to Tian Lin, saying, "I still have some left, do you want it?"

Tian Lin shook his head, but suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed Zhang Lao Da's bowl, trying to snatch it away.

The person was quick, but Zhang Lao Da's reaction was no slower.

Zhang Lao Da let go of the bowl in his hand, and as the man was just taking the bowl away, Zhang Lao Da punched him in the nose with his now free right hand.

The man cried out and fell backward, the bowl slipping from his hands.

Just as the half bowl of porridge was about to be wasted, Zhang Lao Da flipped in mid-air and caught the bowl, not spilling a single drop of soup.

This move not only surprised Tian Lin but also made many of the mine slaves present applaud.

At this time, Tian Lin's gaze shifted to several men in black. Those men just took another look at Zhang Lao Da and then didn't interfere further.

"See, there's no need to be too careful in life. I offered you the porridge; you didn't take it, and it almost went to someone else."

Zhang Lao Da laughed and said these words, then finished the porridge in the bowl in one gulp.

The sky brightened a bit more by then, and a manager immediately shouted:

"Everyone, take your tools, newcomers are responsible for carrying the mine, the old mine slaves go to mine!"

Under the whips, the complaints ceased; they could only pick up the baskets lying on the open ground and head to the mine with their picks.

The so-called mine was actually an open pit filled with blue giant rocks.

It is said that the stones mined here can be refined into a metal that can be used to forge Magical Treasures.

Because of this, the merchant family has been mining here for generations, extracting these metals and then sending them to Yao Yue Sect.

These huge rocks are extremely difficult to mine; manual excavation is too inefficient. It is only possible to fracture the massive stones bit by bit using fire and water.

Tian Lin watched as the veteran Mine Slaves began to work, and new Mine Slaves staggered towards the distant mining carts, bearing rocks and gritting their teeth.

He couldn't help but wonder, why not bring the mining cart over here?

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These thoughts flashed through his mind briefly as Tian Lin reached the pile of ores with his basket on his back.

Here, many ores left earlier by others awaited transportation, and a person in charge of loading picked up a huge rock and placed it in Tian Lin's basket.

At fifteen, Tian Lin, having endured the elements year-round, was not just skin and bones but still staggered under the weight of the heavy stone.

Just as he was about to kneel from the weight, Zhang Lao Da beside him supported his basket and asked, "Can you handle it?"

The loading Mine Slave said, "Whether you can handle it or not, you must fill the basket to get the counting token."

What else could be said?

Tian Lin gritted his teeth and responded, "Fill it up, I can hold on!"

The reality was not so easy; after just two trips, he was already drenched in sweat.

The man in black did not whip him but coldly said:

"Kid, you need to gather twenty tokens to qualify for a meal. If you don't want to starve, don't be lazy."

"I'm with you, I'll support you!"

After saying this, Zhang Lao Da pulled Tian Lin up; he first loaded his own basket, then supported Tian Lin's as well.

Tian Lin felt his load lighten and upon looking at Zhang Lao Da, saw his stable gait and steady hands, making it look effortlessly easy.

Admiringly, Tian Lin said, "Brother Zhang's skills must be really high, right?"

Zhang Lao Da smiled and said, "According to worldly society, I am considered a top-notch expert."

"Is a top-notch expert the highest rank?"

"No, above top-notch is the Grandmaster. Grandmasters are the strongest combatants—but any strong person is nothing but a common rabble in front of a Qi Refiner."

With Zhang Lao Da's help, Tian Lin was still one token short of the twenty needed.

Starving, his eyes nearly turned green, but he did not ask Zhang Lao Da for help.

Taking the chance when everyone was eating, Tian Lin went to the back hill of the mine.

Not just him, many new Mine Slaves who hadn't gathered enough tokens also headed to the back hill to dig for wild vegetables.

The men in black seemingly didn't want to starve these newcomers to death, so they turned a blind eye.

But it seemed the wild vegetables had been picked clean on the hill, leaving only numerous toxic herbs and poisonous flowers flourishing.

Tian Lin eyed one of the plants and reached out to pluck it.

A kind person warned him, "Kid, you can't eat that Jijica, it will give you diarrhea."

Tian Lin replied, "It turns out I have a strange illness—I've always been constipated and nothing gives me diarrhea, so don't worry about me."

Despite the disbelief of others, Tian Lin stuffed the Jijica into his mouth.

In his view, when his eyes landed on the Jijica, a prompt appeared:

[Dragon Blood Grass: Enhances vitality and strengthens the body and mind, a supplementary medicine for people of the worldly society, edible]

Indeed, after eating this 'Dragon Blood Grass,' Tian Lin felt his strength partially restored and he no longer felt weak.

Yet the hunger in his stomach did not subside; it wasn't something one 'Dragon Blood Grass' could alleviate.

[Holy Essence Grass: A pseudo-Spirit Grass level magical herb, consuming it can increase Inner Strength for a year; it is a treasure for people in the worldly society, edible]

As Tian Lin continued eating 'Dragon Blood Grass,' he was soon attracted by a wildflower.

Looking at the budding flower, Tian Lin's eyes lit up, and he directly picked it.

"Kid, even if Jijica is tolerable, you can't eat the Soul Burying Flower; it's deadly if consumed."

Tian Lin, not in a hurry to eat 'Holy Essence Grass,' just asked the man, "What is a Soul Burying Flower?"

The man said, "Soul Burying Flower is sinister—it usually grows where people have died. Crushed into a powder, it's colorless and tasteless, so those in the worldly society often use it to harm others."

Tian Lin frowned and said, "That means a lot of people have died in our mine."

The Mine Slave laughed, saying,

"Manager Xu lures a batch of Huahua Lang here to work as Mine Slaves every year. These Huahua Lang either die of exhaustion or illness, and almost all are replaced by new people after a year. The bodies of those old ones, all thrown into this back hill, become nourishment for this vein. How could this place not grow Soul Burying Flowers?"

Confronted with the hill full of Soul Burying Flowers, Tian Lin momentarily fell silent, as if each fluttering blossom represented a living person's life.

It gave him some discomfort in his heart, making the 'Holy Essence Grass' in his hand seem less appealing.

But this discomfort was just that, a feeling; to survive in this cruel world, he had to eat this 'Holy Essence Grass.'

A stem represented a year of Inner Strength—what about ten or a hundred stems?

"Okay, I won't eat this flower."

What Tian Lin said was one thing, but he tucked the 'Holy Essence Grass' into his pocket.

Coming back to the question, what exactly qualifies as a year's Inner Strength?

He planned to ask Zhang Lao Da about it during rest that night, as among the Mine Slaves knowledgeable in martial arts, only Zhang Lao Da had offered to teach him.