The End of Dharma 40K: My Evil God Wife Feeds Me to Prove My Emperorship

"LeBron, why are they fighting?"

Li Mingyu: "If you're broke, you'll fall behind in cultivation. It's just a bunch of pitiful people eyeing another bunch of pitiful people."

Wei Kun: "I see... Hey, Xiao Chenzi, so who's the good guy and who's the bad guy?"

Wang Chen said with some righteous indignation:

"Even if they were forced to survive, these refugees did not uphold their moral principles and committed such robbery. That is pure evil and they are undoubtedly bad people."

Seeing Wang Chen's serious expression, Wei Kun couldn't hold back and burst into laughter:

"Hey, Xiao Chenzi, you also wanted to take Xiao Lizi's life before. People really can't empathize with themselves when they're alive."

Wang Chen: "Mingyu and I have always been good brothers. I was just influenced by fate before, and I made a mistake that everyone makes. I couldn't control myself back then, so it doesn't count..."

Wei Kun: "Okay, okay, you're right."

Li Mingyu looked at the displaced people and refugee passengers whose conflicts were constantly erupting, and his heart was heavy:

"Natural disasters and train explosions are both unpredictable."

Human resources are always insignificant in the face of such events.

Once a cultivator is unable to obtain sufficient spiritual resources, they can only wait for their cultivation level to drop.

Either linger on until you become a mortal, and then wait to die.

"Either, commit suicide beforehand."

Wang Chen had no experience in the corpse collection business, so he asked:

"What's the difference between the two ways of dying?"

Li Mingyu: "Of course there are. If one survives to the point of being a mortal and is fortunate enough not to be sacrificed, one's body won't fetch much money after death."

The corpses of cultivators are different; the higher the cultivator's cultivation level, the more valuable their corpses. If one cannot maintain their cultivation level, it is best to commit suicide on the spot, as this yields the highest value.

If a cultivator's corpse is in good condition, leave it to the family. Selling it for ten or twenty thousand will give the family more room to struggle and delay their fall into the mortal realm.

Of course, some people are willing to take risks. For example, these refugees in front of us are burning, killing, and looting, all fighting for a chance to survive.

This move was simply because the Celestial Palace had an extremely low murder rate during their migration to other places; if someone died in the wilderness, no one would care.

Wang Chen remained silent.

Wei Kun suddenly realized, nodded slowly, opened his mouth, and then gently closed it again:

"Oh. But I still don't understand why they're fighting?"

Li Mingyu raised an eyebrow and fell silent—a speechless silence.

Wang Chen was also speechless, and blurted out, echoing Wei Kun's line, "Not a buddy."

Wei Kun's eyes were clear: "Does being buddies mean we have to fight? Then let's be good buddies from now on, and we shouldn't have to fight anymore, right?"

Wang Chen was speechless: "..."

Li Mingyu bypassed the location where the conflict had just broken out.

After walking for a short while, Li Mingyu noticed that several other refugees in the distance were observing him.

He immediately swept his cold gaze over them, and the refugees quickly looked away.

At this moment, Li Mingyu was tall and looked to have at least the cultivation level of the third or fourth stage of the Qi Awakening Realm.

Under this momentum, an invisible path was unknowingly opened up.

Some refugee passengers, no longer afraid of the displaced people, chose to quietly follow behind Li Mingyu, hoping to find some shelter.

Auntie, holding Li Mingyu's wrist, looked delighted and sighed:

"Xiaoyu has grown a lot taller and stronger recently. I feel very safe with Xiaoyu around."

……

Soon, they discovered a small group of refugee passengers gathered not far ahead. These refugees were clearly like themselves, planning to bypass the Immortal Palace's "aid" and band together to find another way into the city.

Something's not right.

The refugees in the distance were blocked by a large group of migrants. The migrants surrounded the refugees and it seemed that a physical conflict had broken out. Shouts and curses could be heard continuously, and the atmosphere was tense.

"This enclosure is indeed quite tight."

Given the chaotic situation, Li Mingyu, not wanting to get involved, decided to avoid the crowd with his aunt and try to bypass them from the side.

Just as he and his aunt were about to completely cross the crowd of people in conflict, a rough, gruff voice came from within the crowd:

"Hey! You over there, stop looking! That kid, yes, you, come here!"

No sooner had the rough man finished speaking than four or five young men stepped out from the circle of refugees blocking the way.

They appeared to be in their twenties, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and were carrying short knives as they surrounded Li Mingyu.

Seeing that the firepower was drawn to Li Mingyu, the refugees silently watched the unarmed boy and the middle-aged beauty.

A young child with an innocent face, a woman, facing four or five strong young men—the outcome was predictable.

"Yeah, yeah, stand still, that's good for you, haha, brothers, this kid's not bad, pretty sturdy." Several young men's threatening voices were mixed with jeers.

Li Mingyu, carrying his aunt, couldn't outrun the other side, so he could only protect his aunt behind him and probe the enemy's strength.

A small group of refugees had gathered behind him and followed him from a distance, watching in silence.

The leader, a fierce-looking man, slowly approached, toying with a short knife in his hand, and said in a low voice:

"Kid, you've got quite a few guys following you, you're pretty influential. Either join us and we'll all make money together, or leave your money here and don't waste our time."

Li Mingyu didn't speak, but silently felt his aunt nervously tugging at his clothes from behind.

The bag in my aunt's arms contained a purse of money and several silver notes, totaling nearly 20,000 coins.

This is an extremely important settlement fee for settling into the city; if it is given away, we may end up on the streets.

"Have you thought it through? Leave the money and get out of here," the leader urged.

The opposing side has a large and powerful force.

Although Li Mingyu was unaware of the other party's background and did not intend to act rashly, his gaze remained calm and unwavering.

He is currently at the second level of the Spirit Awakening Realm, and can unleash the strength of the fourth level of the Spirit Awakening Realm in a short period of time. In addition, his wife has provided several physical enhancements, so he will have no problem protecting his aunt in this situation.

Moreover, judging from their physiques, these refugees are at most at the second level of the Qi Awakening Realm.

Wei Kun: "I've seen this scene before!"

Wang Chen: "What?"

Wei Kun: "Little Li is about to make a crooked mouth."

Wang Chen: "A crooked mouth?"

"Hey kid, why aren't you saying anything? You seemed pretty clever before, what happened to you being mute?" the leader roared.

"Stop wasting time talking to him, let's do it." One of the men said, gathering spiritual energy in his wrist, ready to rush forward and snatch it by force.

"Ugh."

Not wanting his aunt to be frightened, Li Mingyu raised his hand and circulated his spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy rapidly circulates throughout the body; this is a sign of the second stage of spiritual awakening.

The leader hurriedly waved his hands to his subordinates: "Stop, stop, don't move."

He originally thought that this teenager was just naturally large and at most at the first level of the Spirit Awakening Realm, but he never expected that he was actually at the second level of the Spirit Awakening Realm.

This child has delicate skin, is handsome, and isn't afraid of trouble. He's already at the second level of the Spirit Awakening Realm at such a young age—could he have some special background?

Judging from his tattered clothes, he doesn't seem to have any privileged background.

Especially the woman next to her, although she was stunningly beautiful, she was also wearing old clothes.

Normally, a beautiful woman wearing old clothes has nothing to do with having a "connected background".

Of these people, only the leader is at the second level of the Spirit Awakening Realm. He believes that if the group of them were to attack together, the child at the second level of the Spirit Awakening Realm would be unable to withstand them.

When body sizes are similar, the difference in physical fitness between adult men and children is a level that cannot be bridged.

Moreover, our side also has weapons.

The unarmed cannot defeat the armed, the short-armed cannot defeat the long-armed, and the unarmored cannot defeat the armored. These are insurmountable gaps.

However, considering the slight risks, he decided to handle the situation carefully, just in case the child really had someone to rely on. So he turned around and shouted at the rough-looking man:

"Brother, this kid is at the second realm, look..."

The rough-looking man, who was quite a distance away, immediately became interested upon hearing the leader's words. He picked up a machete and walked over.

"Second Realm? So young? Rare indeed."

The burly man was tall and broad-shouldered, standing at 1.95 meters, the same height as Li Mingyu.

He walked up to Li Mingyu, his eyes slightly narrowed, and they met eyes.

The leading man flattered, "Brother, what do you think we should do with this second-realm kid?"

The rough-looking man angrily retorted, "What's the use of being at the second realm? He's just a little bigger, still just a kid. What waves can he make?"

The leading man nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, you're right, brother."

The burly man ignored the leader and instead patted Li Mingyu on the shoulder, saying in a deep voice:

"Kid, I'm from the Third Realm. Don't try to scare me. If you don't want to join, leave your money and get lost. Don't push your luck."

The aunt gently tugged at Li Mingyu's clothes and whispered:

"Xiaoyu, there are so many of them, why don't we pay the money and leave first? Once we get to the city, Auntie will figure out how to earn more money."

"It's okay, Auntie, I can handle it."

When Li Mingyu saw the rough man reveal that he was at the third realm, a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's impossible to pay the money.

He whispered:

"Wei Kun, [possessed]."