Saving Lives Is Like Fighting a Fire! Ever Heard of a Charity Foundation?

At the sight of those Flying Ships and the words written upon them,

the young Cultivator froze.

Before the Flying Ships had even fully come to a stop,

figures leaped down from them one by one, rushing about with grave expressions.

They kept shouting, "Move, move, move! Saving lives is like fighting a fire—get in the air!"

"Move, move, move!"

"Where are the Restoration Pills? Where are the Blood-Stasis Herbs? There are wounded over here!"

"Where's the demolition team? I saw people trapped beneath that collapsed mountain! Get a few people over here and move this Xiao Shan!"

"Guard team, come with me! There are still a few Demonic Beasts over there that aren't quite dead yet. Finish them first!"

"..."

This group had a clear division of duties. After a brief exchange, they darted precisely toward every direction.

A woman in a White Dress descended from the air and came before the young Cultivator, asking with concern, "Daoist Friend, are you all right?"

The young Cultivator hurriedly shook his head. "I'm fine. Please, save my Senior Brother and Senior Sister... I'll serve you like an ox and a horse for the rest of my life, I beg you!"

As he spoke, he dropped to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly until his forehead turned red.

The woman quickly helped him up. "Get up. Don't worry, we'll do everything we can!"

She carefully examined the Senior Brother's condition, took out a pill with an exceptionally rich fragrance, and fed it to him.

Then she circulated her mana to help him refine it.

Before long, dense beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Fortunately, the treatment was effective.

The Senior Brother's wounds healed at a visible rate. The residual demonic power in his wounds was dispersed by the pill's medicinal effects, and his Aura gradually steadied.

At the same time.

More than one person had discovered this small mountain sect.

Several more figures in identical white robes descended from the sky, found the survivors, and began treating them.

As familiar faces were dug out one after another,

many who had been hanging by a thread were pulled back from death's door.

The young Cultivator wept with gratitude and kowtowed again and again. "Thank you, thank you all, thank you... My name is Wang Xiaohu. I will repay you—certainly!"

Hearing this, the many white-robed people exchanged smiles, turned, and prepared to leave for the next area to save more people.

Wang Xiaohu hurriedly shouted, "Wait!"

Several people turned back, their faces full of puzzlement.

Wang Xiaohu said, "I... I still don't know the names of my benefactors, nor where you are from! Once my master and Fellow Disciples awaken and ask me about it, I need to have an answer and know how to repay you!"

A man pointed to the words embroidered in gold thread on his lapel and smiled. "We are from the Langya Charity Foundation of Heavenly Severing Island. Helping the endangered and rescuing those in distress is the foundation upon which our organization stands. No repayment is needed!"

With that, they hurried away.

Wang Xiaohu stood On the Spot, lost in a daze.

Helping the endangered and rescuing those in distress, with no repayment required...

Hadn't Senior Brother said that life and death in the Cultivation World were determined by fate and had nothing to do with others?

These people before him seemed... rather different from everyone else?

With that thought in mind,

Wang Xiaohu glanced back at his master and Fellow Disciples, who had yet to awaken, and suddenly felt something stir in his heart.

He chased after the Charity Foundation members.

On the shallows,

a Cultivator from the Disaster Area had barely survived the calamity. His Spiritual Power was exhausted, yet he encountered several Sea Demons that had not withdrawn.

He struggled desperately, but danger lurked at every turn.

At the critical moment,

several white-robed Cultivators descended together and shielded him behind them.

These people were not particularly highly cultivated.

Most were only in the Qi Refining Realm, but by joining their strength and hearts, they quickly drove away the Sea Demons.

"Many thanks to you Daoist Friends for saving my life! These are all my Savings. Though they are not much, I hope you will not find them beneath your notice!"

This Rogue Cultivator was sensible and understood the Rules of the Cultivation World.

They had saved his life.

They could not possibly be expected to act for nothing.

So he decisively handed over the only Storage Bag on his person.

Yet the people opposite him merely smiled faintly and said, "You are too courteous, Daoist Friend, but our Charity Foundation accepts no payment for disaster relief! Otherwise, we'll be punished when we return!"

Hearing this,

the Rogue Cultivator froze, only then noticing the emblem and writing on their chests.

They did not bear the name of any sect or school.

They bore the words: Langya Charity Foundation!

What kind of sect was this?

He had never Heard of it?

Perhaps he was simply ignorant and poorly informed, not knowing that such a force existed in the Northern Region?

"But... I can't let you all toil in vain!" The Rogue Cultivator still felt somewhat uneasy.

"The wages that should be paid have already been paid by the Foundation!"

After saying this, the Charity Foundation members took their people and left for other places.

"Charity... Foundation..."

The Rogue Cultivator looked in the direction they had left, muttering under his breath, his gaze complicated.

Since when had the Northern Region possessed such a force?

Somewhere else, a collapsed mountain had crushed a vast stretch of buildings.

Every boulder weighed tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of jin.

Layer upon layer, they stacked up like a mountain of stone.

Crushed beneath such a mountain, ordinary people had no chance of survival whatsoever. Even Cultivators would find it difficult to break free unless they were True Persons above the Golden Core Stage.

Not to mention that those trapped beneath were mostly minor Cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm.

They had already been injured while fighting the Sea Demons.

Then they had been crushed beneath this.

Even if they had not died on the spot, it would be hard for them to escape alive.

Lin Caiwei was one of the leaders of this disaster-relief operation, with cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Looking at the scene before her, she frowned slightly and spread out her Divine Sense. "At least a hundred people are trapped below, and they're still alive! Bring the treasure!"

Before long,

someone carried over a slender cylindrical pestle.

Lin Caiwei took it and tossed it into the air. The small pestle grew with the wind, turning dozens of zhang tall and radiating dazzling golden light.

As she circulated her mana,

the enormous iron pestle smashed through the air!

Once!

Twice!

Until the uppermost portion of the mountain was shaken loose and struck into a swaying wobble.

Such an enormous mountain of stone was far beyond what Lin Caiwei could handle alone.

The hundred-plus Charity Foundation members accompanying her all worked together.

When Lin Caiwei's Spiritual Power was nearly exhausted, they took over, giving her time to clutch Spirit Stones and frantically recover her mana.

For a time,

everyone worked with thunderous energy, drawing countless onlookers.

"Whoa... such a huge commotion? Did some Sect Master's wife get trapped beneath there?" someone unaware of the situation asked as he watched.

"No, they don't know the people underneath at all!"

"They don't know them? Then why go to so much trouble?"

"You don't know? They're from the Langya Charity Foundation. Their purpose is to help the endangered and rescue those in distress! They've been here for half the day already and saved plenty of people without taking a single coin!"

"They don't take money? There are really such great philanthropists in this world?"

"I heard the Guild Master of this Charity Foundation is Young Master Wang of the Langya Merchant Association! The one who held the Ascension Convention and caused such a huge uproar before...

I didn't believe a dandy could do good deeds either, but now... who could say for sure!"

"..."