Chapter 408
She left without saying a word, yet it felt as if she had said everything.
Not long after, Qin Yuzhi emerged from her room, yawning. She had already been working in her dreams the night before, and now she had to accompany her unscrupulous boss during the day.
She was still feeling a bit grumpy from just waking up.
“Oi, let’s go, Li Zongzhu!”
If her voice weren’t so soft, it would almost rival the boisterousness of a street performer.
“Wait a minute.”
Li Mo remained seated.
“You told me to start on time, so what’s going on now?”
“I’m feeling a bit cocky right now.”
“???”
Qin Yuzhi looked puzzled.
Had she really slept for thousands of years? Had the languages of the world changed so much? She recognized the words but couldn’t make sense of them.
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**Chapter 452: A New Way of Preaching in the Demon Sect**
In the spring of the southern border, life was vibrant, and everything was coming to life.
Especially in the many towns that worshiped the Tianzun (Heavenly Lord), there was a palpable sense of renewal and prosperity. Just a New Year had passed, and the landscape was already vastly different from when it was under the rule of the Demon Sect.
San Mountain Town.
Once pristine and a symbol of authority and fear, the temple now lay covered in a thick layer of dust, with piles of sand and stones stacked like small hills, resembling a construction site.
A pair of white shoes stepped onto the dust. A boy, now a year older, gazed at the sunlight pouring in through the doorway and couldn’t help but smile.
“Time flies, doesn’t it?”
Li Mo had changed into the attire of a black earth immortal.
“How long has it been?”
“Uh, two or three months?”
“?”
Qin Yuzhi, who had been asleep for thousands of years, slowly typed out a question mark.
What were you reminiscing about as if you had lived through ages of hardship?
Anyone who didn’t know would think you had endured some great trials!
“The people of the southern border are really unhygienic. This is a temple, a place where deities reside, and look at the state it’s in.”
“No wonder the vitality of the southern border is so unstable.”
Qin Yuzhi frowned as she surveyed the interior of the temple.
She raised her hand, about to use her powers to clean the place up, but the black earth immortal stopped her.
“It’s fine as it is,” Li Mo said earnestly.
“Alright then.”
Qin Yuzhi looked at him, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. It was as if she vaguely understood something, yet it felt like there was a layer of glass between them, making it hard to grasp.
“First, collect my offerings.”
The black earth immortal opened a small world, sucking in the stones and dirt like a vacuum cleaner.
Then he pulled out boxes of instant noodle seasoning.
As he placed them down, he thought about what would happen if he couldn’t come to the southern border in time to collect the ‘offerings’ and bestow ‘blessings’ in the future.
Even without unexpected circumstances, if the faith in the Heavenly Lord continued to spread, with so many towns, he would eventually find himself stretched too thin.
His external incarnations couldn’t maintain such a heavy workload in the short term.
While Li Zongzhu was busy moving the noodle seasonings, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him.
What was the name of our sect again? Wanxiang Xianzong (Sect of All Phenomena).
With so many demon clans in the southern border, if they could become skilled warriors practicing shape-based martial arts, why couldn’t they deliver packages or run errands? It seemed only reasonable.
Just as he was lost in thought, a group of townsfolk dragging a wheelbarrow arrived, led by the town mayor, and they happened to see the black earth immortal deep in thought over the noodle seasonings.
“The immortal has manifested again!”
“You’ve finally returned!”
“Is this person beside you another immortal?”
“Immortal, we’ve already started digging a path between the other two mountains. Maybe our descendants will be able to walk out of the mountains one day.”
“Recently, we often have strange dreams where everyone gathers to eat together, and it smells so good.”
“Do you have any insights?”
The townsfolk bowed, but unlike the usual silence before a deity, they were lively and animated in their discussions.
Instant noodles might not be gourmet, but they smelled divine, especially for the people of the southern border, who struggled to fill their stomachs. It was a game-changer.
In the past, if someone made instant noodles on a train, the aroma would fill the entire carriage, and anyone hungry would be tempted to flip over in delight.
Even after waking from the dream, they still craved that taste.
“Hey, isn’t that the immortal from our dreams?”
“It really is!”
“Everyone, please calm down.”
The black earth immortal clasped his hands behind his back and spoke softly. Once the crowd quieted down, he continued:
“What you heard in your dreams is contained in these boxes.”
“These are rewards for your diligent offerings. I hope you continue to work hard.”
As he spoke, he took out a ceramic jar from the box, opened it, and a powerful aroma wafted out, a scent that was quite overwhelming.
This was instant noodle seasoning localized for the nine heavens and ten earths, enhanced with hot pot base, produced by the famous Xiyangyang Hot Pot, suitable for all ages!
Not only was it delicious, but it also contained traditional Chinese herbs.
“Does it really taste just like in the dream?”
“Not just for noodles; it’s also great on pancakes!”
The mayor and the townsfolk watched eagerly, having just finished their work and feeling quite hungry.
Li Mo waved his hand grandly:
“This immortal doesn’t like to be mysterious; let’s get practical.”
“Today, I’ll treat everyone to braised beef noodles!”
With that, he set up a stove in the middle of the temple, placed a large pot on it, and began preparing the ingredients.
The crowd erupted in cheers, their expressions filled with excitement.
“Long live the immortal!”
“What are you saying? Isn’t that cursing the immortal to a short life? We should wish for him to live as long as the heavens!”
“??????”
Qin Yuzhi’s round eyes were filled with confusion.
She had never seen such a bizarre scene of preaching, even in her dreams. It seemed Li Mo was employing a very new method of spreading faith, and the results were far beyond her imagination.
Buzz—
A sound only she could hear resonated in the air. Qin Yuzhi looked up and noticed a rich yet formless power gathering around the bustling figure in the messy temple.
It was the vitality of the people.
It came from the long line of townsfolk, each of them eagerly waiting, yet none were pushing or shoving.
“Why?”
Qin Yuzhi realized that this vitality was greater in number than she had ever seen before.
It was almost fifty percent more than the actual population.
“Come help out!”
“Oh, okay!”
Qin Yuzhi suppressed her doubts and ran over to lend a hand.
Meanwhile, the deputy leader of the Demon Sect, Yuwen Cuojin, along with Tan Zhuyin and others from the sect, were soaring through the sky on a purple-black vulture.
“Hmm? The vitality here is surging. What kind of place is this?”
“Reporting to Deputy Leader Yuwen, this place is called San Mountain Town, with a population of over 1,700.”
Luo Yexian didn’t dare to be careless and handed over a map.
“Over 1,700 people, yet so much vitality?”
Tan Zhuyin opened his mouth to gasp but ended up inhaling a mouthful of cold wind.
Yuwen Cuojin squinted slightly, clearly sensing that the direction of the gathered vitality was also towards San Mountain Town.
In other words, that so-called immortal was right here?
“I initially planned to kill that pretentious fellow directly, but I didn’t expect him to have such means, able to significantly increase the efficiency of gathering vitality. I wonder what kind of sinister method he used.”
Yuwen Cuojin’s eyes flickered.
Luo Yexian quickly said, “I know you’re anxious, but I told you not to rush. The immortal brother indeed has astonishing abilities; this method is unprecedented. I suggest we focus on building a good relationship.”
Tan Zhuyin’s expression was cold. After all, he had given that immortal many benefits but had gained nothing in return, even suffering a significant loss.
He had been convinced before, but now he was starting to doubt.
Finally, he spoke, “Deputy Leader Yuwen, why don’t we first observe the town?”
Yuwen Cuojin had the same thought. If they could learn the method of gathering vitality, that would be beneficial.
Acting rashly without knowing the other party’s depth would have led to the Demon Sect’s destruction long ago.
Yuwen Cuojin was also a cautious person:
“Let’s do that.”
“Luo Yexian, you and the Holy Son go. You two have had contact with that so-called immortal and can help ease any defensive concerns he might have.”
**Chapter 453: A Gentleman’s Sincere Bamboo, Questioning**
Moments later, Luo Yexian and Tan Zhuyin returned from their investigation.
“So soon?”
Yuwen Cuojin looked at the two, his expression unreadable as he asked, “What did you find out?”
Tan Zhuyin nodded and said, “We’ve gathered information on what that immortal has been doing since arriving here.”
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