The Legend of Fangren

"Fangzi, what's wrong? Aren't you going to eat?"

Normally, Fangzi loves to eat.

Fang Shi said, "I was just thinking, such a huge mystical beast, why hasn't anyone refined its mystical energy? That way, the beast's meat could be distributed to the disaster victims."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were spoken, Qu Mei, who was sitting at the same table, spat out her soup and said, "I'm telling you, you can't even sense the profound energy, no wonder you're so naive."

"How naive!"

"Don't you know that the profound energy within the flesh of that mystical beast is extremely difficult to refine?"

Qu Mei held up a piece of "spiritual meat" in the bowl, poking it with her chopsticks, and said, "So-called spiritual meat is actually a part of the body where a mystic beast temporarily accumulates external mystic energy after consuming spiritual objects. Because the mystic energy is accumulated in this part and not completely absorbed and refined by the mystic beast, cultivators can only refine their mystic energy by eating it. Apart from this, the mystic energy in other parts has been absorbed and refined by the mystic beast, bearing the characteristics of the mystic beast, and is deeply rooted and integrated with the body."

Another senior sister continued, "Think about it, we cultivators have to choose spiritual flesh to eat, and we have to rely on the internal circulation and body cultivation methods to separate and dissolve the flesh and transform it into profound energy. It is clear that this process is extremely difficult."

If even cultivators are like this, what about mortals?

Even Luo He shook his head helplessly and said, "Fangzi, I know you mean well, but the fierce Xuan Qi in the meat of Xuan beasts is extremely difficult to remove. The distribution of Xuan Qi in different parts of the meat is also different. Even if it is only the meat of a second-level Xuan beast, it is difficult to completely remove and refine the Xuan Qi. If the villagers eat such meat, it will only harm them."

"Oh." Fang Shi was still absent-minded.

This answer was not unexpected; he was simply confirming it.

He thought that if there were good methods in the Xuan Realm, then he would avoid using his own abilities.

But now it seems that if he truly cares about the people, he still has to rely on himself.

Who told him to have memories of his past life? Now that he has the ability, he feels he can do something, even if many people in this world think it's such a pointless and idle act.

"But it's too tragic to starve to death in this world."

After eating the spiritual meat, all the disciples went to the courtyard behind the inn to practice body cultivation techniques. They would also practice breathing exercises the following night to further unblock the inner circulation of energy.

Only Fang Shi secretly ran out of the inn after taking a nap, bought a traveler's clothes and some ropes, covered his face and pretended to be a stranger.

"Oh dear, as expected, a protagonist needs to have a hidden identity."

They sneaked out of the city, only to find it pitch black outside. Refugees were gathered together, with only a few torches to ward off the dim darkness.

The flickering firelight in the night wind is just like the many people here who are about to starve to death.

The city gates were tightly shut, and only some soldiers on the city walls were still on guard, but they were also drowsy.

Hidden not far away, Fang Shi could hear some weak sobs and the cries of children.

He quietly disappeared, using his power of dissolution to carve a hole in a flat area.

While he was taking a nap at the inn, he had already cooked the Stone Tooth Pork in a furnace, and all the Xuan Qi in it was transformed into experience orbs that he absorbed.

Now he took out these stone-toothed pork chops [items], cut them into thin strips with a knife, and put them into the Heavenly Ring.

Then, he took out some dried fruit, crushed it, mixed it with water, put it in a wooden bowl, and made a "dried fruit porridge". In this way, even an ordinary person could enjoy it.

[Wooden Bowl]: Three wooden bowls can be made by combining three wooden planks.

He has no shortage of wood, and naturally no shortage of bowls. In addition, he can use three gray iron ingots with the same formula to make a gray iron bucket, which is as big as an ordinary wooden bucket used for carrying water.

He soaked dried fruit in porridge, put it in a bucket, strung it up with a rope, and headed towards the city gate.

Among the pile of disaster victims, more than two hundred people gathered together in silence, trying to conserve their energy.

Many elderly people experienced beastly hardships in their youth. Some mysterious beasts would appear in the areas where food was harvested, and they would have to go hungry for a day or two. Only after reporting to the authorities and the soldiers in the city came to wipe out the mysterious beasts could they go back to gather food.

When animals of all sizes suffer hardship, so too do famines of all sizes occur, and it is not surprising that people starve to death.

However, this time the beast calamity was truly ferocious, even somewhat bizarre, forcing the city to mobilize all its troops to hunt it down in various harvesting areas, but the food they managed to gather was barely enough for their own consumption.

Those who were strong and not seriously injured went to the city with their families to work and settle down, leaving behind only the elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled, and the injured.

Some poor children, whose parents had suffered, could only huddle with the elderly under the city wall. They could barely fall asleep when they were extremely tired and hungry, but they would wake up in the middle of the night at the slightest noise. Most of the disaster victims in this place had their villages destroyed and had nowhere to go. How could children so young not be frightened when they encountered such a tragedy?

"Grandpa..." A child saw a figure walking towards them and shrank into the old man's arms in fear.

The old man and the young boy were not related by blood, but were both down on their luck and pitifully depended on each other.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." the old man comforted the child, but he himself was already lame in one leg and had no strength at all.

The two men watched the approaching person warily, because although the person was holding a torch, their face was covered, which was very strange.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Fang Shi simply said, "A wandering cultivator, passing by this place, is doing a good deed."

He put down the iron bucket, filled wooden bowls with porridge, and gave each of them a bowl, along with a thin strip of meat.

Don't be fooled by the small quantity of items; both are made from spiritual objects. The Stone-Toothed Pig is a second-tier Xuan Beast, and even after refining Xuan Qi, its meat is still extremely filling for a mortal body. It can be digested slowly, which is equivalent to being hungry for two or three meals and can sustain the body for several more days.

"This..." The old man hesitated. The child, unable to resist his hunger, wanted to take the meat when he smelled its aroma, but was stopped.

"Old man, eat up." Fang Shi didn't try to persuade him further, but simply filled a bowl himself and drank it down.

"it is good."

When the old man saw that the other person had also drunk, he thought that he would starve to death anyway if he didn't eat, so he might as well take a gamble.

Ignoring the child's outstretched hand, he took the bowl of porridge and drank a sip himself first. Only after confirming that the taste wasn't too strong did he feel comfortable letting the child drink as well.

Fang Shi then handed him the meat strips as well.

"Immortal Master, your kindness and virtue are beyond measure... I am deeply grateful."

"Okay, you just eat your fill and remember not to make a sound." Fang Shi simply nodded slightly and continued to distribute the food while holding the torch.

He chose this time late at night to prevent a looting or chaos.

It should be understood that although disaster victims are pitiful, they are only one aspect representing their situation, and it cannot be assumed that they are all reasonable and law-abiding.

Doing good deeds requires moderation, rationality, and appropriate methods; it is not simply a matter of giving without restraint.

In this way, Fang Shi woke up many people overnight and also received a lot of gratitude.