Chapter 153: Nine-Hearted Begonia Ye Renxin
"Master, please give me your instructions." Gu Han said respectfully.
"Star Luo Empire, Star Luo City has experienced a severe earthquake, followed by a spring snow. Now there are countless refugees, and people die every day. I'm afraid that a plague will arise over time."
"Master, do you want me and my senior sister to take people to comfort the refugees?" Gu Han naturally understood what Qian Xunji meant.
"Yes."
Qian Xunji nodded slightly and said, "Yes, my Spirit Hall has stood on the continent for nearly ten thousand years, relying on the support of the civilian soul masters on the continent. Now that the people are suffering from the disaster, my Spirit Hall will naturally come forward to comfort the refugees."
"This time, I hope that you two senior sister and brother will lead a hundred healing soul masters, cotton clothes, tents, food, herbs, etc., to Star Luo City for disaster relief."
While speaking, Qian Xunji slowly walked down from above and handed a list to Gu Han.
Gu Han looked down at the list in his hand, his eyebrows slightly raised. They actually provided so much food, but considering that it was disaster relief food for the people of the city, Gu Han felt that it was still too little.
Star Luo City—Gu Han had been there when he was traveling. It was a big city located in the east of the Star Luo Empire. The population in the city alone reached one million, and with the villages outside the city, the number of people would be even greater.
Although the Spirit Hall is a big force, it is indeed not as good as the two empires in terms of food resources. Being able to provide so much can be said to be the most benevolent.
"Xiao Han, Dong'er, when you get there, you have to act according to the situation. Whatever you want to do, the Spirit Hall will support you."
Qian Xunji patted Gu Han's shoulder with a meaningful look in his eyes.
Gu Han's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded thoughtfully.
"Master, don't worry. My sister and I understand."
"Okay, everything is ready. You and Dong'er should go to the south gate of Spirit City to meet up with the team."
Seeing that Gu Han had taken note of his words, Qian Xunji smiled with satisfaction and signaled that the two could set off.
"Okay."
The sister and brother nodded and turned to leave.
The two came to the south gate. At this time, a large number of soul masters had gathered here, and trucks of resources were neatly lined up waiting.
With such a large amount of transportation resources, even if the Spirit Hall was a big family, it would not be possible to prepare enough soul guides, so it could only be transported by carriage.
There were also two thousand guards accompanying them, most of whom were soul masters.
"Saintess, Saint Son."
The leader was an old acquaintance—the future Heaven Dou Platinum Bishop Salas, who was now just a high-level Soul Saint.
"Well, everything has been counted. Is there any problem?"
Gu Han nodded slightly. While asking, he also used his mental power to explore the situation of the disaster relief food and supplies. There was no problem.
"Your Highness, everything is ready, we can set off now." Salas replied respectfully.
"In that case, let's set off." Gu Han nodded slightly.
"Okay." Salas nodded and glanced at one of the golden-armored guards.
The guard immediately understood, waved at the team, and shouted:
"Let's go!"
Since it is a large-scale march, it would take a lot of time.
Along the way, they had to consider weather and other issues to prevent the food from being wetted by rain and snow, causing mold.
They also had to ensure that they reached the destination as soon as possible.
This was a great test of a person's leadership ability.
Just as the Spirit Hall and others set off, the major sects also prepared disaster relief supplies to Star Luo City under the influence of the Spirit Hall.
Heaven Dou and Star Luo did not have a good relationship, but out of humanity, they symbolically expressed their condolences and sent some food—which was all moldy.
On the Star Luo City side, the local kingdom and Star Luo nobles had already started disaster relief.
They set up some porridge sheds outside the city. As for why they were outside the city?
It was mainly to prevent public resentment and chaos.
Moreover, except for the nobles' houses, which were solid and had not collapsed much, the rest of the houses were basically not in good condition.
"Sir, there are probably many people trapped under the ruins in the city, and we don't have enough manpower."
A young soul master walked to the local city lord and told him the current situation with a worried look.
Upon hearing this, the city lord just glanced at him and said, "It's okay, we'll just do our best. By the way, call Manager Zhang."
"Okay."
The young man left in response. Not long after, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar trotted over and saluted respectfully.
"Sir, City Lord."
"Mm. Read me the disaster record."
"Okay."
Manager Zhang nodded, opened the notebook in his hand, and said, "Since the earthquake occurred late at night, the disaster situation is very serious. At present, not counting the villages outside, there are almost more than 300,000 missing in the city."
"So many?"
The man frowned slightly.
"Yes, my lord City Lord."
"How long will it take for the people from the empire to arrive?"
"About half a month."
The city lord frowned slightly when he heard this, and said, "Write down: There are 3,000 casualties, the treasury has lost 50 million gold soul coins, and 90% of the food and fodder needed for disaster relief has rotted and cannot be eaten."
"Ah?"
Manager Zhang looked up in shock, with an incredible look in his eyes, as if he had met the city lord for the first time.
City Lord Wang looked at him dangerously: "What? Write it down."
"But... what if the Empire finds out..."
"Empire?"
City Lord Wang sneered and said, "Do you think the lives of these lowly people are more important, or the interests of the noble soul masters in the city are more important?"
"For the lives of some lowly people, we have to squander all the food and property we have accumulated for many years. Do they deserve it?"
"Besides, do you think the Empire will offend the soul masters of our Star Luo City for these lowly people?"
"This..."
Manager Zhang was silent. It seemed that it was indeed the case. For some ordinary citizens, sacrificing the wealth accumulated by the soul masters and nobles for many years or even generations seemed to be a bit unworthy.
"What's this? Why don't you write it down quickly?"
City Lord Wang glared at him.
"Yes, yes, I'll write it down, I'll write it down..."
Manager Zhang responded repeatedly, tearing up the records he had written before, and recording them again according to what City Lord Wang said.
"Then will we save those refugees?"
"Of course we will save them, but we can't control whether they are alive or dead."
City Lord Wang narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of ruthlessness in his voice.
Outside the city, the refugees who barely escaped the disaster were standing in a long queue in front of the few porridge stalls, receiving food.
An old man with disheveled hair and a dirty face walked to the porridge stall with a broken bowl, handed it out, and looked expectantly at the soldier who was distributing porridge.
The soldier glanced at him, took the bowl, and served him a bowl of porridge that was like boiled water, with only a few grains of rice in it.
"This... Sir, why is there so little today?"
The old man was surprised. Although the porridge in the past two days was also very thin, there was at least a bowl of food at the bottom, but today it suddenly became "boiled water". The difference was too big.
The soldier looked at him irritably and waved his hand: "Go away, eat or not, there are still a group of people queuing behind you."
The old man was frightened and dared not speak again. He could only walk away with his back hunched.
Everyone looked sad when they saw today's "porridge", but there were soldiers guarding around, and even soul masters. No one dared to complain at all, and they could only drink the "porridge" honestly.
This situation lasted for only two days, and many people froze to death on the streets outside the city.
These people who froze to death, and some who were about to freeze to death, were carried away by the soldiers and thrown into a large pit dug in the west of the city and burned.
It was today that a kind old man came here under the protection of several soul masters.
The old man looked at the people outside the city who were huddled together, ragged, and unkempt, and there was a touch of pity in his eyes.
"Doctor Ye, we have arrived at Star Luo City."
One of the soul masters who had the cultivation level of a Soul Emperor spoke to the old man very respectfully.
Ye Renxin nodded slightly, and a beautiful crabapple flower appeared in his hand.
This spirit is the spirit with the strongest healing effect on the continent—the Nine-Hearted Begonia. As long as there is a Nine-Hearted Begonia soul master, it is difficult to die unless you are killed instantly.
And there is no limit. As long as you have enough talent, you can become a Titled Douluo-level existence.
It's a pity that only two can appear at the same time in an era, otherwise the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower may have to give way.
"Seventh soul skill,''
Ye Renxin's voice was deep and powerful, and it had a special magnetism, giving people a very reassuring feeling.
The Nine-Hearted Begonia bloomed with a dazzling light of life, which fell on everyone outside the city, making their faces ruddy.
"Thank you, soul master, for saving my life, soul master, for your mercy."
The people were pulled back from the brink of death and knelt down in gratitude.
However, there were still too many people. Even though Ye Renxin had reached level 80, her still couldn't sustain the long-term consumption. Soon her soul power could not support it, and his spirit was forced to dissolve.
"Ahem!"
Ye Renxin suddenly coughed violently, and her face was full of weakness.
But after seeing and hearing the people's voices of gratitude, Ye Renxin's mouth corners outlined a kind arc.
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