I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 490 A Mortal's Dream (56)

Feng Le is twenty years old this year and has a junior high school education.

After graduating from junior high school, he didn't continue his studies, since there was no point in continuing anyway.

There are too few high schools for mortals, and even fewer universities. Only those with brains smart enough to bridge the gap between immortals and mortals can get in, and he clearly isn't one of them.

He had once fantasized about what it would feel like to awaken his spiritual root, but the peak age for spiritual root awakening is seven, after which it gradually decreases, and the hope is slim after fifteen.

Chen Yu is currently the only case in Tianyuan who awakened after the age of fifteen. He then soared to great heights and is now the pride of Tianyuan, the face of the sports high school. You can see his figure everywhere.

Feng Le felt it was a bit unfair, but he was mostly envious.

He also wanted to be born at the finish line, and hoped to be admired by everyone, becoming a hero praised by all, rather than a farmer who used to help his boss skewer meat every day and now tills the land every day.

But to be fair, he felt that farming was actually pretty good.

Since the weather got cold, everyone has started farming.

The boss stopped grilling meat and started farming.

The landlord stopped charging rent and started farming.

Whether they were well-paid workers, ant farmers, or small business owners who opened shops here, everyone started farming.

The land doesn't lie; as long as you put in the effort, you'll reap the rewards. And the land doesn't discriminate whether the farmer is a cultivator or something else; it simply accepts the sweat and yields the harvest.

And for some reason, even though it's so cold outside, I feel warm and healthy as soon as I start farming. After I finish farming, I feel good and want to keep farming.

This positive feedback wasn't just something he experienced; everyone he knew in the neighborhood felt the same way.

The miraculous changes in his body finally gave Feng Le the feeling of coming into contact with immortals, and made him more and more obsessed with farming, unable to extricate himself.

The same is true today.

When the Eighth Form of Armor broke through the wind and snow and arrived in front of him, he was helping the boss's daughter repair a hoe.

The other person had an ordinary appearance, but was willing to listen to his tips on farming. Every time he talked to the other person, he could see stars in the other person's eyes.

Just as Feng Le handed the repaired hoe to the other party, he saw a black shadow appear in the wind and snow. A puppet as tall as a thirty-story building slowly emerged in the wind and snow, carrying a chilling sense of oppression and intimidation.

Upon seeing the other person, Feng Le instinctively wanted to run away.

The opponent is 100 meters tall, while I am 1.7 meters tall. If the opponent were as tall as me, then he would be just a 3-centimeter-tall mouse, and I could only make a sound if I stepped on him.

But when Feng Le saw the boss's daughter standing to the side, he couldn't run anymore.

The other person was so frightened that they were trembling and collapsed in the snow, too scared to move.

She instinctively wanted to ask for help, but after seeing Feng Le, who was equally frightened, she resigned herself to closing her eyes and then firmly saying one word: "Run."

Feng Le immediately felt his blood boil, grabbed his hoe, stood in front of the boss's daughter, and shouted at the tall puppet, "Come on! Come at me head-on!"

The puppet paused for a moment, then a young boy's voice rang out: "Um...you're Mr. Feng Le, right?"

"Yes."

"These are supplies jointly applied for by Chenguang Co., Ltd. and Tianyuan Cultivator Management Committee. They include cold-weather protective items, clothing, food, and medicine. This period is a high-risk period for disasters, so please take care of yourselves and try to boil water before drinking it."

After staring at Feng Le for a while, Wu Kai Eighth Form reached out and flicked Feng Le's forehead.

Although it was just one bullet, Feng Le still felt as if his head had been blown off, and he clutched his forehead, feeling dizzy for a long time. "A blood vessel in your head almost broke, but it's okay, I've fixed it for you. By the way, along with the supplies, there was also a dream and an external display device. Remember to connect them and play with the others."

The owner's daughter stood up and mustered her courage to ask, "Who are you?"

"That's not important, just remember to play. Remember, if you want this natural disaster to end sooner, play sooner."

"Okay! Thank you! Thank you!"

After waving the other party away, the boss's daughter turned around, helped Feng Le up, and whispered, "Mr. Feng, thank you for what you just said."

"Really?"

"Hmm. I've come to unpack a package. I hope there are new farm tools inside. Lately, I feel like my sickle isn't fast enough."

"I'll take a look at it for you later."

The boss's daughter turned her head, looked at Feng Le beside her, and suddenly revealed a meaningful smile.

Sensing the deeper meaning behind the smile, Feng Le quickened his pace and continued unpacking the package.

These mortals didn't understand what calamity was, but they could still sense that the snow and ice didn't want them to gather too many people.

If there are more than twenty people, the nearby ice and snow will grow larger, forcibly separating them and forcing them to gather together.

This calamity will cause the inhabitants of Tianyuan to revert to a small-scale agricultural economy, and anything that displeases it will suffer a backlash.

This behavior gives the impression that calamity is like a giant baby, destroying things it dislikes through frantic noise and destruction until it achieves its desired outcome.

Soon, Feng Le finished unpacking the package and was amazed by what he found inside.

He thought it was just ordinary disaster relief supplies, but the actual contents were much more than he had imagined.

A simple tent, once set up, can protect you from wind and snow, and it's also very warm.

One hundred simple talisman sheets are mass-produced, but they have been infused with magical power. They will automatically dissipate heat when torn off, and each sheet can last for eight hours.

The water-purifying herb automatically purifies water when placed in it, and blooms with small white flowers. It can clean most kinds of polluted water. Once all the white petals have withered, simply replace them with new ones.

The Tai Sui meat is a peculiar piece of meat that reproduces by eating grass. It was once a mythical beast that could grant people longevity, but after continuous breeding, it is now just a livestock with relatively delicious meat, and its lifespan is only a few months.

There are many other miscellaneous items, incorporating every possible preventative measure for snow and ice disasters, which is very heartwarming.

Upon seeing these supplies, Feng Le suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed.

He was just complaining about Chen Yu in his heart, but he didn't expect that Chen Yu would send something over now.

Moreover, although the goods were all free, they were not perfunctory at all; they were all items that were urgently needed at the moment.

He clasped his hands together and sincerely thanked Chenguang Co., Ltd. and Tianyuan Cultivator Committee. Then he heard the boss's daughter excitedly shout, "Brother Feng Le, there's a book here. A module tutorial. What does this mean?"

He looked up and saw that the girl had already handed him the book, saying, "Brother Feng Le, this seems to be about dream weavers. Aren't you interested in dream weavers? Take a look at what this is."

"Dream weavers must be cultivators; it's useless for me to look at them."

Even so, he put the book in his pocket, connected his phone to the external display device provided inside, and started the dream that Chen Yu had sent him.

　I have to go out for a bit later, so the next update might be a little late. Sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)