Xiangyang City, Northern District.
Unlike the other prosperous areas of the city, this was where the poor lived. Those who wandered about here were mostly orphaned children who could not even fill their bellies.
Every few steps, one could see emaciated little beggars struggling to survive, or simply leaning against walls in silence, waiting for death.
Dilapidated streets and alleys were lined with tiled houses and earthen dwellings. There were not even many houses built from blue bricks and stone, and the air everywhere carried a stale, decaying smell.
Generally speaking, Immortal Cultivators were rarely seen in a place like this.
Yet today was different. One after another, mysteriously dressed cultivators with their faces concealed slipped inside.
Some kind-hearted people, upon seeing orphaned children on the verge of starving to death, were moved by pity and would often do something to help.
Either they gave away one or two inexpensive Qi Nourishing Pills, or they sighed and left behind two spirit stones.
But after seeing such sights too often, even the kindest cultivators would gradually become numb.
There were simply too many starving child beggars. Even those they could see were far beyond their ability to help. Saving two or three children was nothing more than a cup of water against a cartload of firewood.
Besides, such acts of great kindness could not address the root of the problem. How could a beggar so hungry that their limbs had nearly lost all strength possibly keep hold of spirit stones?
More often than not, the spirit stones would be snatched away by others immediately after they were given. There was simply no way to keep watch over everything.
If one meddled too much, even the giver might find their life in danger.
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