Perhaps this is the justice in his heart

Watching Cen Yu shining and radiating heat in the sky, Qian Renxue turned her head to look at the Douluo Hall on the Martial Soul Sacred Mountain, where the statue of the Angel God was enshrined.

After a moment of silence, she slowly turned to Qian Daoliu beside her and asked, "Grandfather... is this the justice that the Angel God has always upheld?"

"Is it worth it to pay the price of four Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone pieces just to save people who have nothing to do with him?"

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu did not answer her question, for he did not know either.

"In his eyes, it seems that no price can be compared to a life."

"Perhaps, this is the justice that belongs to his own heart."

If he had been born into the Angel Clan, Lord Angel God would surely have been very fond of this child.

Thinking of this, six wings appeared behind Qian Daoliu, and he leaped up to fly toward Cen Yu.

"Great Elder?"

Qian Daoliu nodded: "I am here to help you, focus on your work."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on Cen Yu's back.

In an instant, nine soul rings—black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red—appeared alongside the sacred Six-Winged Angel.

Suddenly, a powerful surge of soul power poured into Cen Yu's body.

This is... Qian Daoliu is transferring soul power to him?

The next second, the aura of both Cen Yu and the Miao Shi Heavenly Maiden surged violently, and the golden light in the sky instantly spread to an even greater distance.

"Thank you, Great Elder, for your kindness."

Qian Daoliu shook his head: "It is I who should thank you; this should have been my responsibility, yet I let you bear it."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!"

At this moment, a certain fellow watching the Douluo Continent from the shadows was angrily smashing everything around him.

Originally, the Asura God had felt quite satisfied watching the natural disasters unfold on the Douluo Continent.

But just as he began to rejoice, those mortals actually started disaster relief under the guidance of a golden light. Is this reasonable?!

Damn it, forget about teaching them a lesson; instead, he has helped that brat accumulate faith?

"Damn it!"

Yet, the Asura God could not repeat his previous trick; such a massive disturbance on the Douluo Continent would be discovered by other God Kings in a short time.

"Brat, you just wait!"

In the blink of an eye, the night faded and the sun rose.

As soon as the trapped people in Martial Soul City were rescued, Cen Yu and Qian Renxue set off together for the nearby disaster-stricken areas.

Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan formed another team and went to the other side.

As for why Qian Renxue went to help with the disaster relief?

According to her own words, she had gained some insight after seeing Cen Yu's actions.

As a descendant of the Angel Clan, how could she stand by and watch while countless innocent people suffered in such a natural disaster?

In short, with the full force of Martial Soul Hall deployed, they successfully rescued thirteen cities, thirty-one towns, and ninety-eight villages.

Approximately seven hundred thousand disaster victims were saved, among whom five hundred and sixty thousand were seriously injured and one hundred and thirty thousand were lightly injured.

But in the end, under the medical care of Martial Soul Hall, fewer than three thousand people died in this natural disaster.

"Ha... ha... Uncle Yue Guan, how are things elsewhere?" Cen Yu asked Yue Guan, who was beside him, as he collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion.

He was so tired... he hadn't stopped for a single moment all night.

It was a pity that if the soul power he had gained from detonating his soul bones hadn't been completely exhausted, he might have been able to save even more people.

At this moment, the young man's face was deathly pale from overdrawing his soul power and physical strength, and his lips were cracked from dehydration.

Watching Cen Yu in this state, Yue Guan sighed with heartache: "Rest for a while. Don't worry, news just came in that all disaster areas have been attended to."

This child, to actually push himself like this for the sake of others... alas.

In just one night, Cen Yu alone had saved at least one hundred thousand people.

Hearing this, Cen Yu nodded and finally leaned against a nearby rock, closing his eyes in peace.

"Let me sleep for a while... I'm too tired."

Just then, a dense crowd of people squeezed toward them.

Seeing this, Yue Guan immediately assumed a defensive posture: "What do you want to do?"

At the same time, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

They are already in such a state; could it be that these refugees want to loot the place?

However, the next second, nearly ten thousand surviving commoners, regardless of age or gender, all knelt down in unison on this devastated land.

A dark, dense crowd stretched across the entire city, spreading from before their eyes to the very edge of the horizon, thick and boundless.

At the same time, every gaze fell squarely upon Cen Yu.

Just a short while ago, thanks to the blessing of Qian Daoliu, everyone had witnessed that figure suspended high in the sky.

Even if they could not see Cen Yu's face clearly, no one could mistake that aura which belonged solely to him.

Those who have never experienced it could never understand the feeling of suddenly seeing the dawn while trapped in a desperate situation.

It was something they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

After inquiring with the people from Martial Soul Hall, everyone quickly learned the identity of the figure in the sky.

They also learned that it was he who had paid a tremendous price to forcibly snatch a glimmer of hope for them from the jaws of this natural disaster.

The next second, the crowd kowtowed in unison, shouting toward Cen Yu, "Thank you, Lord Cen Yu! We shall never forget your life-saving grace for as long as we live!"

"Thank you, my Lord! Thank you, my Lord! If it weren't for you, we would never have had a chance to survive!"

"Your great kindness is beyond repayment, my Lord. From this day on, you are like a second parent to me!"

Seeing this, Yue Guan was stunned, watching the waves of people's voices rising higher and higher in disbelief.

Cen Yu struggled to push himself up from the ground, wanting to step forward and help them up.

"Everyone... there is no need for this. As long as you are safe, that is enough..."

Suddenly, his vision went black, and he collapsed straight backward.

This feeling is... oh no, his soul power and physical strength are overdrawn... he's suffering from hypoglycemia...

"My Lord!"

"Lord Cen Yu!"

Seeing Cen Yu in such a state, the crowd was struck with terror and rushed forward in a panic.

Just as Yue Guan steadily lowered him to the ground, a figure pushed through the crowd: "My Lord! My Lord! I am a physician, please let me take a look!"

Seeing this, Yue Guan glanced at the young man's appearance, then at the concerned expressions of the crowd, and nodded hesitantly.

Can an ordinary physician diagnose a soul master?

Following that, the physician placed his hand on Cen Yu's wrist, closed his eyes, and paused for a brief moment.

The next second, he turned and shouted to the crowd, "Quick! Does anyone have water or food? The Lord has fainted from physical exhaustion!"

Hearing this, everyone present felt their eyes turn red, and they immediately scrambled to pull out food to pass forward.

The Lord is truly a good man... to think he would exhaust his own body for the sake of ordinary people like them; how could they ever repay such a debt of gratitude...

The crowd fed Cen Yu water, and a food-system soul master prepared a bowl of porridge on the spot to feed him.

After a long while, having regained some of his strength, he slowly drifted back to consciousness.

The moment he opened his eyes and saw a sea of heads and a mountain of food beside him, Cen Yu was stunned.

"What are you all doing..."