Fang Yuan pushed open his courtyard gate, and his gaze first fell on the half-vat of polished rice and the several glossy pieces of cured meat and ham hanging from the beam.
If he had followed his original plan of traveling light with the merchant caravan, he would most likely have had to painfully abandon these possessions.
But things were different now. The Chen Family was relocating in its entirety, their carts and horses laden with goods, so they certainly would not be moving quickly.
With strength far beyond that of an ordinary man, he could easily pack up and carry away all this grain and meat himself!
"At least none of it has to go to waste now." His heart eased a little. These were the foundations of survival.
He carefully took out a Crimson Sun Fruit. The fruit radiated a warm, gentle heat in his palm.
There had originally been four. The Snow Ginseng had been used up, and he had already consumed one, leaving three now.
Without further hesitation, he swallowed one. A stream of pure heat swiftly spread through his limbs and bones, nourishing his blood and vitality.
Afterward, as usual, he practiced his saber in the courtyard. The chopping knife tore through the air, its moves becoming increasingly concise and vicious.
[Basic Saber Technique proficiency +1]
He had a powerful premonition that the road to the county seat would be anything but peaceful. Every bit more strength meant another measure of security.
Night quietly descended, and the village was once more shrouded in deathly stillness and cold.
Yet Fang Yuan could not fully calm his heart.
The hunters' daytime talk about San Zhuang, along with the vanished corpse, remained like a thorn lodged in his heart.
He had to go confirm it!