Creation Appears Once More

Li Shun knew little about the Agricultural School.

The thought had come to him purely by instinct when he heard those eight words. After all, he had spent half his life cultivating the Spirit-Splitting Life-Creation Technique.

"Come to think of it, not all the Hundred Schools are paragons of virtue. Some schools hold beliefs so extreme that the world cannot tolerate them. The Agricultural School..." Li Shun recalled Duan Jiuzhang's expression just now, and his suspicion grew stronger.

But as he had said before, a clash between Celestial Phenomenon Realm experts was not something cultivators of their level could interfere in.

For the next several days, he and Li Qing never strayed from the granary, devoting themselves to distributing rations and maintaining order.

Under the protection of the golden ear of wheat, the people's minds gradually emerged from the haze of calamity.

To survive this deadly predicament, many capable officials and local gentry who remained in the county stepped forward of their own accord.

As the saying went, "A single county's worth of talent is enough to govern a nation and bring it peace." With these local powers helping, Li Shun was spared a great deal of tedious work. Yet as surviving refugees poured in from outside the city like a rising tide, its limited stores of grain began to run thin.

In the blink of an eye, it was their third day in the city.

The fourth day of the third month.

"I'm afraid we can hold out for two more days at most." Li Qing looked at the nearly empty granary and sighed. "Ever since that day, Senior Duan has vanished like a stone sinking into the sea. We haven't heard a word from him."

After a long silence, Li Qing turned his head. A faint tremor entered