"Immortal Master Sir..."
A burly martial artist clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Chen. "All nine great cauldrons of Spirit Rice Porridge have been distributed!"
This Innate Martial Artist had originally merely been a passerby. Moved by Wang Chen's righteous act of distributing porridge to save the people, he had voluntarily helped maintain order and oversee the distribution of the Spirit Rice Porridge.
"Good."
Wang Chen nodded. "Then cook another nine cauldrons."
Though nine cauldrons of Spirit Rice Porridge was a considerable amount, it could not satisfy all the displaced refugees and beggars outside Dongwu Stockade.
Many who had arrived a step too late were still waiting in line.
They held their bowls and jars eagerly, hoping Wang Chen would show kindness once more.
Wang Chen granted their wish.
"Thank you, Immortal Master!"
"The Immortal Master is compassionate!"
"Immortal Master, your great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten!"
The refugees immediately erupted in cheers, overcome with gratitude toward Wang Chen.
Immortal Masters stood high above all others. Those like Wang Chen, who took pity on mortals, were exceedingly rare.
"Make way, make way!"
"Don't block the road!"
"Get lost!"
Just as Wang Chen was about to pour White Corn into the stone cauldrons, a group of cultivators aggressively shoved their way through the crowd.
They appeared before him.
Seeing that things had taken a bad turn, the surrounding refugees all retreated, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
Only the burly martial artist stepped to Wang Chen's side and clenched his fists.
His blood had clearly not yet run cold.
The leading cultivator among the newcomers barked, "Fan, your crimes have been exposed. Come with us!"
The cultivators behind him tacitly spread out, forming an encirclement around Wang Chen.
These Rogue Cultivators formed hand seals, their greedy eyes