Chapter 32: Shaking the Earth and Flooding Fengcheng

Chapter 32: Shaking the Earth and Flooding Fengcheng
Following the conclusion of the Kunlun Conference, Nangong Yuanhan also made a crucial breakthrough not long after. The Six Paths of Everlasting Life Scripture, unlike other cultivation methods, allows one to transcend the Golden Core stage and directly reach the Nascent Soul stage. It is a self-sealing cultivation technique that allows the practitioner to return to a mortal body and experience life once again.
This is a process of realizing the world, lasting for a month or even more than ten years. Some even perish and pass away in this process, ending up in melancholy, which is quite common.
"I need to go to Fengcheng."
In the main seat of the conference hall, Nangong Yuanhan looked at the crowd below. It seemed that he had made some kind of determination in his heart, and his gaze was unusually firm at this moment.
"Master, are you going to go and see the construction of the Fengcheng Spiritual Official Palace?"
Xiong Ye was curious and asked, completely oblivious to the expression on Nan Gong Yuan Han's face.
"Yes, I heard that Liao Sheng is doing well over there. It's time to go take a look."
Nangong Yuanhan smiled and said, "Although his cultivation is sealed now, he has not lost the dignity of being the sect leader."
"But what about the Zhu family?"
It was Wang Xingjian who spoke. He was aware of the danger in Fengcheng. Although the Zhu family did not show any conflict with the South Heaven Sect on the surface, it did not mean that the matter was over.
"No need to worry, as long as Yan Leng'an is here, the Zhu family won't dare to touch me."
Everyone turned to look at Yan Leng'an, only to see him nod slightly, indicating that he agreed to go together and protect Nangong Yuanhan.
"Master, let me go too. I have also achieved breakthrough to the Golden Core stage now, and I can be of great assistance."
"Indeed. Taking advantage of the spring revival of spiritual energy, Wang Xingjian found a valley and successfully broke through to become a first-grade Golden Core cultivator. This has restored the strength of the Southern Heaven Sect, bringing it back to its status as a third-rate sect."
"That's good. The sect is now stable, it's time to go out and develop."
"The region of Lingnan is too confined, with the four major sects dominating the left and right. In the southern sea area, there are also bandits. If Nan Tianmen wants to grow, the only way is through Fengcheng."
On this trip, Nangong Yuanhan did not ask Yanleng'an to fly with his sword, but instead chose to ride in a carriage, calmly traveling on the official road. This road was deliberately built by South Tianmen to facilitate trade with Fengcheng. It not only speeds up the journey, but also ensures the safety of merchants.
"Master, there seems to be someone ahead."
He pulled back the curtain and looked at the crowd in front, but Nangong Yuanhan did not ask the coach to stop, instead he let the carriage continue slowly.
"Hello, what's going on here?"
驾车的外门弟子问道。
“唉，我们是丰城附近的村民，最近丰城地震，有不少房屋损毁，我们听说南屏村发展的不错，这才想去投奔亲戚。”
丰城地震，也正是发展信众的好时机，坐在马车中的南宫元函眼前一亮，立即拉开车帘，对着那人说道：“你们这里有多少人？”
"There are probably four or five hundred."
The man said uncertainly.
Judging from his appearance and temperament, Nangong Yuanhan concluded that he was not the leader and had no time to talk to him. Nangong Yuanhan got out of the carriage and said directly, "Please wait a moment, we are from the immortal sect in Lingnan. If you have nowhere to go, you can go to Lingnan Temple. They will arrange your food and lodging and help you rebuild your homes."
After speaking, Nangong Yuanhan waved his hand towards the sky, and Wang Xingjian fell from the sky in front of everyone.
"It really is a celestial sect, we are saved."
I don't know who shouted, but the originally low morale of the team suddenly became energized, which was even more effective than Nangong Yuanhan's words.
“王师兄，你速回南屏村，让全家早做准备，我们接下来估计要迎接很多难民。”
之前他可是见识过岭南人逃往丰城，只不过丰城不允接纳他们。
However, Nangong Yuanhan is different. He needs to enrich Lingnan, so there must be fresh blood. Therefore, these refugees must stay in Lingnan.
Wang Xingjian received the order and flew on his sword. The people below gradually lost their spirits. Nangong Yuanhan's mouth slightly curled up, and he said loudly again, "South Tianmen has prepared alms in Nanping Village. You can take a rest in Nanping Village."
Food is the most desired thing for the victims. In the earthquake in Fengcheng, they didn't have time to take food with them. Everything was buried. Only the food in the county town was slightly better, but the food that the people from the mountain village had left was not enough to fill their stomachs.
The refugees no longer move forward slowly. Some young men even leave their children behind and go ahead to Nanping Village, not abandoning them, but in order to bring back some food more quickly.
"Let's go, let's continue on to Fengcheng."
Getting back into the carriage, Nangong Yuanhan looked at the pedestrians on the road through the carriage curtain.
The situation in Fengcheng seems to be even more serious than Nangong Yuanhan imagined. Although there is no resorting to cannibalism, they have already eaten up all the edible plants and trees by the roadside.
The closer we get to Fengcheng, the more refugees we see on the road. It is said that after the earthquake, there was also a flood, and the flood not only submerged the countryside but also reached Fengcheng, which caused the disaster to multiply several times.
"It's really like hell on earth."
Nan Gongyuanhan couldn't help feeling.
The carriages moved slowly, attracting the attention of many refugees. Now everyone is heading to other regions, making Nan Gongyuanhan's carriage particularly conspicuous.
"Master, there are refugees blocking the way."
Quickly pull the reins, the carriage was forced to stop, and the refugees ahead immediately surrounded it, begging for food.
"Go away, there is no food on the carriage, go elsewhere."
The cab driver drew out a short knife, emitting a murderous aura that seemed to suggest he would go on a killing spree if any refugees came close.
"Please, we haven't eaten anything for three days,"
"Yes, sir, please show some kindness. We are going to starve to death soon."
Seeing more and more refugees gathering around, the cart driver could feel that the situation was gradually getting out of control. His eyes narrowed, but just as he was about to take action, Nangong Yuanhan grabbed his hand.
"I'll do it."
South Gong Yuanhan nodded at the coachman, and the coachman stopped his killing intent and stood beside the carriage, nervously looking around.
"Hello, does anyone have a big pot?"
Southern Gong Yuanhan shouted loudly, causing all the refugees to look this way, but before they could react to what was happening, Southern Gong Yuanhan repeated himself, and only then did someone respond to him.
“我有一口大锅，是要煮粮食吗？”
那是一个背着大锅的男子，身体壮硕的他，不知道一天得吃多少粮食。
南宫元函心惊，这身材与卞航应该有得一比，只是不知道其天赋又是如何。
"Come, let's cook meat here."
For the starving refugees, meat is a delicious dish. Without needing to be ordered by Nangong Yuanhan, they quickly set up the stove as soon as he spoke those words.
"Master, where did we get the meat from?"
"The stableman also became anxious. Besides his horse, there could not be meat here."
"Hehe, don't worry."
Nangong Yuanhan looked up at the sky and saw a dark shadow flying towards them. It was not a beast, what could it be?
"Here comes the meat, make way everyone."
When have the refugees ever seen such a scene before? In the past, the monsters were always hidden in the valleys, but now they suddenly flew towards them. The timid and weak were scared to the point of collapsing on the ground, only the strong and healthy were able to flee quickly.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, the ground shook and trembled.
"Wow, the monster is coming, run!"
The scene instantly descended into chaos, and those who could run fled, leaving only some who couldn't escape, and this is exactly what Nan Gongyuan Han wanted.
"Huh? Why didn't you run?"
"The scapegoat is still here, contrary to Nan Gongyuan Han's expectations."
"My blame is still there."
Looking at the appearance of that person, Nan Gongyuan Han smiled. He had encountered someone even more stubborn than Bian Hang.
"What is your name?"
Listening to Nangong Yuanhan asking, the person smiled naively and said, "My name is Chen Anlong, but everyone calls me Xiao Long."
This is a very ordinary name, but for a moment, Nangong Yuanhan felt a sense of spirituality emanating from him.
"Look, that monster just fell and died. You can cook it."
"Are you talking about the bull demon?"
Yes.
Southern Palace Yuanyan nodded, curious to see how Chen Anlong would handle it.
"What a big bull demon."
This is not the first time Chen Anlong has seen a demon beast. Judging from his skilled killing technique, Nangong Yuanhan can be certain that he has done it like this before.
"Have you ever killed any monster beasts before?"
"No, in the past, my father would bring them back, and I would only be responsible for disposing of the bodies."
"That being said, this person has no cultivation whatsoever, how could he cut through the tough skin of a monster beast?"
Nangong Yuanhan became increasingly curious, knowing that the person in front of him must have many secrets.
"What about your father?"
"My father? I saw him accidentally fall into a crack in the ground while he was fighting the monster."
“……。”
Well! Nangong Yuanhan finally understands that "the unity of heaven and man" does not necessarily mean being a fool, but a fool must be the unity of heaven and man. Chen Anlong is simply an upgraded version of Bian Hang.
"The meat is ready to be cooked, I'm going to put it in the pan."
"Understood."
This fragrance is indeed extraordinary, verifying the saying that high-end ingredients only require simple cooking.
The refugees who were still crying on the ground have stopped crying now. Smelling this enticing fragrance, even the refugees who haven't gone far and are still watching from a distance are attracted to come over.
"Meat, there's really meat to eat."
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the refugees couldn't control themselves from running towards here. Fortunately, many people had been scared away earlier, otherwise this monster wouldn't have been enough to eat.
"Hey, why don't you go to Fengcheng? Fengcheng has the Linguan Temple, don't they take care of you?"
Taking advantage of the refugees and eating food, Nangong Yuanhan began to inquire about the news.
Listening to their descriptions, it seems that the granary in Fengcheng has also been affected, and the flood has directly submerged the whole Fengcheng. Fortunately, the Linguan Temple and the major families have taken action in time, otherwise Fengcheng would have been a wasteland of starvation.
It seems that it's not that Fengcheng doesn't care about these nearby villages, but that Fengcheng itself is in a difficult situation. I just don't know how Liao Sheng is doing, and whether he has taken the opportunity to gather people's support.
(End of this chapter)