Building a sect from scratch.

The group chatted for a short while before a fragrant aroma of rice wafted from the vicinity of the teleportation array.

Chang'an Xiang No. 3 is a rice variety developed by the early project team of the Planting Flower Family, who squeezed out a research position for an agricultural scientist. Because spiritual energy objectively exists in the Guixu Realm, and the researcher was very bold to directly study spiritual rice varieties, they developed Chang'an Xiang No. 3, which has low planting costs, high yield, good palatability, and will not cause excessive spiritual energy impact on the bodies of ordinary people. It is no exaggeration to say that it is better than any rice variety on Blue Star.

This model of spirit rice has become popular in major trading companies and chambers of commerce—it represents an epic breakthrough in raw materials for culinary practitioners, so its price remains high.

However, prioritizing the supply to Chang'an and other mature cities under the Taiyin Sect is not a problem. Even this batch of Chang'an Incense No. 3, used to "win people's hearts," was purchased at a high price by Guantangbao and Nietzsche, and was originally intended to be marketed as a staple food.

After all, thanks to the various mineral veins in the Haoqi Alliance's cave world, Haoqi Changcun Society has no shortage of money. The goodwill of NPCs that can be bought with money is a sure-fire way to make money!

However, the players responsible for cooking next to the large cauldrons and iron pots specially provided for cooking porridge were all shocked by the aroma of rice: "Holy crap, is rice really that fragrant!?"

"I'm so hungry! How come I've never tasted plain porridge so delicious before?"

"It must be some kind of technology that stimulates nerves and senses, and then enhances people's memory of things? Ugh, I can't make this up anymore. Anyway, I feel like this 'fragrance' can't be real!"

May I have a small sip?

"Holy crap, this thing is ridiculously expensive! How dare you? Get out of here!"

"You greedy girl! Can't you just buy some food and cook it yourself?"

"But I don't have a pot! Besides, I'm too lazy to cook in real life, so why would I bother washing rice and cooking in the game?"

"But I don't want to do manual labor in real life, though I enjoy it quite a bit in 'Ten Continents Chronicle'..."

"Ugh! You're a pervert!"

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around and hurry up and distribute the porridge. Once you've finished, have Huadao start delivering it to people!"

"Hahaha, Huadao is so pitiful! He's probably going to be completely drained today!"

"It is his honor!"

"Thank you so much!" Ren Xin Huadao, who had been waiting by the teleportation array for some time, rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "I'm so honored!"

The process of distributing the porridge went very smoothly.

Because ceramic and glassware are expensive and inconvenient to carry, the players brought the cheapest bamboo cups—and the porridge was very thin, more like "rice soup" than porridge. This was a friendly reminder from the Jade Emperor after he heard that they planned to gain favor with NPCs this way, saying that eating too well or having too thick porridge would upset the NPCs' stomachs.

Each bamboo tube has a small capacity, and a small cup of hot rice soup doesn't cost much, but in this place where earthquakes still occasionally recur and panic permeates the air, it brings a great sense of security.

"One cup for everyone. After we get out and settle into our lodgings, we'll distribute the food rations to everyone!"

The sea turtle-like Qi Pure, who had some grassroots experience, maintained order while repeatedly shouting. Whether it was true or not, these words could at least offer some reassurance to the confused crowd.

Because of Daimin, the people of the Nabahai tribe were still somewhat orderly, and the atmosphere among them was not one of despair. Even though there was pessimism, some people exclaimed, "With this meal, even if we die, we can at least have a full meal!"

Many people secretly agreed with this, and even the idea of ​​distributing rice porridge before teleportation was Nietzsche's suggestion. Gaining the favor of NPCs was just the benefit she publicly presented to the people of Sheyi; the deeper meaning was actually to prevent NPCs from escaping.

The allure of food was enough to sway many who had risked being killed by Dai Min to escape, for in Tiangui Mountain, on this land they called "the land of divine punishment," hunger was the enemy that everyone had been fighting against for nearly a thousand years.

Perhaps the players' expressions and attitudes were too over the top, prompting many NPCs to join in the private laughter: "Yes! This is spirit rice! I've never eaten spirit rice in my life! This is a delicacy that only immortals outside could eat, according to my grandmother's old stories!"

"Even immortals and gods can only drink spirit rice soup every day!"

"You ignorant bumpkin! Would a celestial being drink this stuff? It must have salt and meat in it! It must be celestial meat!"

What is "immortal flesh"?

"Flesh that immortals eat! So it has to be immortal flesh!"

"I wonder if I'll get to eat meat before I die! I've never eaten meat before!"

"I'll kill you with greed!"

……

The Nabahai tribe has a large population, and each time the Human Heart Transformation Path is used, it requires consuming numerous potions to replenish mana. After seven or eight attempts, the debuffs from consuming these potions became ridiculously numerous. Nietzsche simply suggested, "Just kill yourself after this one! It's only a matter of waiting ten more minutes! Wait until you resurrect, then put on this set and teleport back. Otherwise, the current debuffs are slowing down your mana regeneration, making it much less efficient!"

Renxin Huadao nodded helplessly, and with the giant peony flower on his head, he led another group of people to Wuwang City.

The message had just arrived when it was met with a sudden, aggressive attack (Zhao Qing).

As Renxin Huadao took off his clothes next to the teleportation array, he asked, "Second Senior Sister? What brings you here?"

Zhao Qing glanced at Ren Huadao, who was unaware that his screenshots had been turned into memes, and tried to suppress her laughter. She said, "I want to use your teleportation array to get there later. I met an NPC when I was doing Senior Sister's quest, and I wanted to go and see her!"

Renxin Huadao readily agreed: "Okay, but I have too many debuffs from taking drugs, so I'll commit suicide first. Wait for me for about ten minutes!"

"All right!"

Zhao Qing casually applied to join the team that Renxin Huadao was in before observing the bustling Wuwang City.

Nietzsche probably spent money to hire a lot of players and NPCs from Chang'an City and Rongyu City. As soon as the people who came back from the Human Heart Transformation Teleportation Array stepped out of the teleportation array, someone handed each of them a small piece of paper with an Arabic numeral number on it.

After the slips of paper were handed out, someone led the still somewhat confused NPCs to an open space not far away and began to register their information in a booklet one by one according to their numbers.

From names and ages to cultivation levels and relationships with relatives and friends, almost everything was recorded in great detail. A cultivator of considerable cultivation level standing next to the author patiently inscribed "resident certificates" for Martial King City based on the names and basic information of the registered NPCs.

(End of this chapter)