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A seventh-level soul engineer next to him nodded and said: "Mr. Xue, there are no tall buildings in the mining area, and there is very little vegetation. Autumn naturally begins earlier than in other places."
Seeing someone explaining his doubts, Xue Chen nodded slightly and dispelled the doubts in his heart.
"I see."
He is not a soul engineer, and his knowledge of metal is not as good as those soul engineers.
Xue Chen was in the mood to chat, so he spoke casually to several other soul masters.
"I don't know much about soul guides. I only know that this mithril is extremely precious, but I don't know how precious it is. I would like to ask you for your advice."
Another level eight soul guide quickly replied: "Master Xue, you don't know that rare metals such as mithril have always been strictly controlled. When it is added to soul guides, it can greatly enhance the power of soul guides."
"If there really is a mithril mine here, then Your Highness the Crown Prince must take control of it no matter what the cost."
Xue Chen nodded thoughtfully: "Before coming here, His Highness had solemnly instructed me, Xue, and mentioned that this would be a great help for him to fight against the Extreme Douluo of the Northern Land. But forgive my stupidity, I don't know what kind of soul guide your Highness plans to make with this mithril, could it be a ninth-level fixed soul guide shell?"
"But as far as I know, the army controlled by Your Highness has already mobilized nearly ten level nine fixed-type soul guide shells. How many more shells does Your Highness need to be sure of victory?"
The eighth-level soul guide shook his head upon hearing this and corrected Elder Xue's mistake: "Elder Xue, you are wrong. The power that His Highness controls to rival the Ultimate Douluo is not limited to the ninth-level fixed-type soul guide shells."
"Do you know what the most powerful advantage of a soul trainer over a soul master is? It is that a soul trainer can combine attack and defense power together through linkage, exerting a power that is hundreds or thousands of times stronger than an individual."
"A Beast King-level Soul Master Corps, under the command of a Level Nine Soul Master, combining their powers, I think they will be able to counter the Northern Douluo. If we can really use enough mithril to equip a Soul Master Corps with the most advanced Soul Guidance Devices, and add other people, even an Extreme Douluo will never be a match for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
His expression was somewhat boastful, and he seemed very confident in defeating an Extreme Douluo.
"Oh?" Xue Chen's voice sounded a little surprised.
Another level 7 soul guide said, "This principle is also the basis of high-energy compression array soul guides. If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can control those high-energy compression array soul guides in Mingdu, he can easily kill the Northland Douluo. Why does he need to plan so hard?"
Another person sighed and said, "It's a pity that the high-energy compression array soul guide is firmly in the hands of the Worship Hall and Master Kong. He has announced that he will not interfere in the fight for the throne."
Another person said, "Hehe, this time we built an energy-gathering soul guide similar to the high-energy compression array soul guide underground next to the Temple of Heaven, which can also achieve a similar effect. With these mithril, it is simply a timely help."
The seventh-level soul engineer said worriedly, "But is there really mithril here? We haven't found any in the past few decades. In my opinion, this news is probably not true. The people from the Ordinary Alliance didn't take it seriously after hearing it."
Xue Chen said calmly, "It is better to believe it than not to believe it. Wait for the people to come back. Just follow His Highness' orders."
The few of them fell into a brief silence again.
The wind in the air seemed to have become a little cooler.
Xue Chen's brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, but he still didn't find anything strange. There was even a voice in his heart that kept reminding himself that everything was normal.
The eighth-level soul master suddenly said in a cold voice: "Come to think of it, I just came to the southeast mining area today and found out that the people living here are all Xingluo people. If they know the news about Mithril, it may not be a good thing."
Xue Chen's tone suddenly turned cold: "Huh? Do you want to kill someone to silence them?"
The eighth-level soul master felt that the pressure on Xue Chen suddenly doubled, and hurriedly said respectfully: "I am also here to share the concerns of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. How can such important news be known to a group of people from the enemy country?"
"Moreover, Xu Sheng and the Northern Alliance are secretly connected to Xingluo Tianhun. I suggest that they should be cleaned up as soon as possible."
Xue Chen snorted coldly and said, "They are just a bunch of common people. It is easy to kill them. But you know that this will put His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in an unjust position."
"What His Royal Highness needs to do is to keep them in Mingdu to create friction with the people of Sun and Moon and stir up the indignation of the people of Sun and Moon. Firstly, to build momentum for the upcoming Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony, and secondly, to build momentum for sending troops to the Three Douluo Kingdoms in the future."
"You have ruined His Highness's plan. Do you think this is still helping His Highness the Crown Prince?"
The eighth-level soul instructor's face was covered with cold sweat, and he hurriedly said: "Thank you for your guidance, Master Xue. Your Highness is really far-sighted."
As soon as the sweat appeared, it was blown dry by the cold wind in the air, but he was completely unaware of it.
Elder Xue nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness will become a wise ruler in the future and must not do anything unjust. We, your subordinates, should give more consideration to these unkind and unjust actions."
"Yes."
Several soul masters nodded in unison.
At this moment, a pale white light suddenly rose from the mine below, drew a straight line in the air, and came between Xue Chen and others.
"Master Xue, I'm back!" He was also an eighth-level soul engineer, and his voice was trembling because he was too excited.
Xue Chen asked calmly, "Did you find the thing?"
"Found it. There is indeed mithril. The news is true!"
He did not try to hide the excitement in his tone, nor did he lower his voice. After all, he didn't have to worry about outsiders hearing him at a distance of more than a hundred meters.
He held a piece of silver-gray ore in his hand.
"I dug another three hundred meters underground in the White Jade Silver Mine and found ore containing mithril, and the content is very high!"
He spoke very quickly, and every sentence and every word expressed the excitement in his heart.
Xue Chen's eyes lit up immediately, and he said, "Well done, you have done a great deed. When you return, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will definitely reward you handsomely!"
He was not the only one who was excited; the excitement soon spread to others, who stared with burning eyes at the mithril ore that was as big as two palms.
Another level eight soul instructor laughed loudly and said, "Show me now."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the ore. Faced with the precious mithril, these high-level soul masters also scrambled for it like children.
Xue Chen glanced at him with a smile on her face: "Why are you in such a hurry? Go back and report to His Highness first. You will have plenty of opportunities to get in touch with mithril later."
The task was successfully completed and he was in a good mood.
"All obstacles that stand in the way of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be completely cleared away. Killing the Northland Douluo will be the beginning of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ascending the Sun and Moon throne and unifying the entire continent!"
"Long live His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
After Xuechen, the other soul masters also shouted: "Long live His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
Successfully killing an Ultimate Douluo would undoubtedly bring unprecedented morale to the main war faction of the Sun-Moon Empire.
The eighth-level soul engineer smiled slightly, but suddenly his whole body trembled.
An inexplicable chill suddenly exploded from a certain point on the skin, piercing the flesh and blood and going straight to the soul.
It’s cold, so cold... All sense of touch disappeared in an instant, leaving only the extreme coldness.
This chill was not at all aggressive, it just had a strong impact on the senses.
The smile on Xue Chen's face disappeared immediately. His old eyes widened slightly and he looked at everything in front of him in surprise and suspicion.
In the air where they were, countless tiny silver flakes were slowly falling from the sky accompanied by the cold wind.
Silvery-white snowflakes drifted and circled, like nimble dancers in the Far North, turning the sky over a hundred meters high into a world of ice and snow.
"Snow?"
"How can there be snow now?"
Everyone showed surprised expressions, and then activated their own defensive soul guides and shields one after another.
"There is an enemy attack!"
It was impossible for snow to occur in the current climate; that was their first reaction.
However, the shock in Xue Chen's eyes did not stop there. He released his rich soul power to resist the cold, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to catch the countless "snowflakes" falling from the sky. He said in a deep voice: "You are a group of soul masters, can't you see that this is not snow?"
It's not snow? What is it?
The eighth-level soul engineer at the beginning was stunned for a moment, and also reached out to catch a few falling "snowflakes", used his soul power to relieve the cold, and placed them in front of him, looking at them in confusion.
"Is this silver?!"
As a soul guide, he quickly recognized what these tiny silver flakes were.
Each so-called "snowflake" is not real snow, but fragments of silver, which look and feel just like real snowflakes.
Who could forge silver into this form?
He instantly understood why Xue Chen was surprised.
Although silver is an extremely soft metal that is easy to forge and engrave, how do you turn silver into such tiny fragments that look like snow?
He asked himself, as an eighth-level soul engineer, he really couldn't think of a suitable method in a short time without any preparation.
Xue Chen's expression was extremely solemn, and he knew that his premonition was not groundless. With such a terrifying chill, he was probably able to guess the other party's identity.
But when and where did he find himself?
Just when Xue Chen and others were alerted by Yin Xue's sudden appearance, an extremely unfamiliar and cold voice sounded in their ears at the same time.
"The cold wind is like a knife, using the earth as a chopping board and all living things as fish."
The strange voice was not weakened in the slightest by the cold wind and was completely imprinted in everyone's mind.
Accompanying this sentence is an image in coordinate form.
Everyone looked up in a daze. There was a lonely figure hanging in the air over a hundred meters higher than them.
Xue Chen's expression became even more solemn. He had not detected any signs of anyone approaching, which meant that the other party's strength was likely higher than his.
Such a terrifying chill, could he be the Northland Douluo?
Xuechen looked carefully.
It seemed to be the figure of a young man, with his feet standing on a long straight board, his right fist clenched and the palm facing up and stretched forward.
His clenched right hand seemed to be holding something and rubbing it slowly. Fragments of silver kept falling from between his fingers, then drifted down with the cold wind and landed on Xue Chen and the others.
And above his left shoulder, there seemed to be a strangely shaped plant.
Xue Chen's eyes widened and he murmured, "You...you are Huo Yuhao?"
He recognized the other person's identity at first sight.
Huo Yuhao's image left a deep impression at the Soul Master Competition, and that peculiarly shaped flying board has become his trademark.
Xue Chen already understood how those snowflake-like silver flakes were made. By rubbing them with his palms, he could crush a whole piece of silver into countless fragments. Behind this seemingly simple action, what was needed was terrifyingly powerful strength and control!
Silver is a soft metal. A strong man can easily press it into silver cakes, but he can never crush it into slag.
This simple action caused Xue Chen to feel an inexplicable fear in his heart.
Huo Yuhao's indifferent voice once again rang in everyone's mind.
"The snow flies across thousands of miles, turning the sky into a furnace, melting everything into silver."
After he finished speaking, he slowly opened his right hand, and the silver he was holding turned into silver flakes and flew off.
“May I ask if you are Huo Yuhao? I wonder if His Majesty the Northern Territory is here. I have long heard of your great name and am honored to meet you today.”
Xuechen greeted coldly in the air. At the same time, he gestured to the others around him.
The other people all assumed fighting stances, ready to fight to the death with the powerful enemy that might appear at any time.