Noon.
Yi Feng stood at the doorway, yawning, looking half-asleep.
After drawing some well water and splashing his face, he finally felt much more awake.
Fu Nantian was nowhere to be seen. Before he could call out a few times, his stomach had already begun a fierce protest, so he could only head to the kitchen and make himself a bowl of noodles.
Once he had eaten and drunk his fill, his entire body felt wonderfully at ease.
Though this body was rather strange, always requiring food, drink, peeing, and shitting, which was somewhat troublesome, the leisurely time spent with a cup of tea after a meal was still quite pleasant.
If there was not even a little enjoyment to be had, what was the point of cultivating immortality?
With that thought, Yi Feng felt much better.
Just as he was enjoying his tea, a sudden wave of foul stench drifted over from the backyard.
The smell was truly pungent, comparable to an outhouse that had gone uncleaned for fifty years. Yi Feng hurriedly covered his nose and marched toward the backyard with fury written all over his face!
"Who the hell dumped dung everywhere...?"
He had barely entered the backyard when his curse trailed off, his tone already filled with bewilderment.
Before his eyes.
Fu Nantian and several old men were arguing without end. No one knew where they had found their rakes, but they gripped them tightly as they battled one another.
"Zui Wuya! You dare steal this old man's opportunity?"
"Fu Nantian, you have so much dung. What's wrong with sharing a little with us?"
"Bullshit! This is what this old man painstakingly found outside. If you want some, go find it with your own abilities!"
"You motherfucker..."
The old men argued until their faces were red,