Sounds Good? If It Sounds Good, It Means You've Got a Good Head!

Upon hearing this, his lazy expression vanished instantly!

The next instant, the young man suddenly sprang up from the ground! His movements were so fluid and swift, like a viper peeking out from under a dead leaf!

As dust rose, a short knife, typically used by Hunter to bleed and skin small game, flew from the waist, held in the palm of the hand without being drawn.

Those nearby were clearly startled by the commotion. A burly man who was maintaining order rushed over, looking around, "Sir, is there anything wrong?"

Seeing that they seemed oblivious to the white-haired man beside them who remained motionless, not even pausing for a moment when their gaze swept over him, "Chen Jingqiu" realized that these people were truly blind.

He took a deep breath and then waved his hand, displaying some of the dignified demeanor of the "sir" the burly man had spoken of.

"It's alright, go ahead and do your work, but don't slack off."

"Here you go!"

Seeing the burly man return to the side of the group, Chen Jingqiu turned his gaze back to the "person" sitting under his banner.

"So, General Heaven—where did you come from too?"

Lowering his voice, he squinted and gestured upwards, the implication clear.

Upon hearing this, the white-haired figure raised an eyebrow, seemingly with a subtle meaning, but did not answer, instead asking a question in return.

"You've come to rescue these people, and the most important things are food and soldiers. Once they've eaten your food, they've already become half your soldiers. But I want to know, where exactly did you get this food from, this method of 'opening granaries and distributing food' after conquering territory?"

"After all, those official granaries, while not completely empty enough for rats to run through, were probably not far from being as 'large rats' as they used to be."

"As for those wealthy families, they weren't really that big. Otherwise, they would have been completely exploited long ago, or they themselves would have become officials."

Faced with some questions.

Perhaps realizing that the other party hadn't taken advantage of his momentary lapse in attention to launch a surprise attack, and that this ability to remain undetected was something no ordinary person could achieve, he thought.

After thinking for a moment, "Chen Jingqiu" sat down again. In the twilight, he readily took out a square, yellowish-white, brick-like object from his pocket and handed it to the other party for a look.

"This is it, take a look for yourself."

[Name: Coconut-Core Bun]

[Type: Curiosity/Meme]

[Quality: No grade]

[Note: This story originates from a Warhammer 40,000 derivative universe. It is said to be a specialty of the Macragge Sector, a traditional delicacy favored by Primarch Robert Guilliman, and made entirely from natural starch.]

[Exchange Requirements: None (This item cannot be obtained through normal exchange)]

[Additional Note: This item is a meme-derived product. In its initial form, it refreshes and is obtained daily at set times. As the holder's territory, reputation, status, followers, and other related factors increase, the speed and quantity of obtaining the item will significantly increase.]

[Note: "Five Hundred Worlds, a separatist regime! Extreme military buildup, imperial regent! What is Guilliman up to? Does he want to rebel? I saw through his Coconut-Core Bun long ago----"]

[Note: "First, the Legion has no secrets! Second, the Emperor—"]

The "guest" blinked hard, as if he had suddenly gotten sand in his eyes.

But he still didn't say anything.

Seeing the white-haired man quietly studying the information, Chen Jingqiu no longer suspected anything, but simply sighed and casually added a sentence.

"Just laugh if you want to, don't hold it in. I pulled this from Newcomer Blind Box. When I saw it, I was dumbfounded. It's so cheap, you probably couldn't even chew it with a steel tooth, and it doesn't even have a resale value, so you can't sell it."

"Who knows, it just so happens to come in handy here."

Muttering to himself, judging from his expression, this young man probably really wanted a cigarette at that moment.

"Seeing how pitiful these people are, I had no choice but to gather some more people, collect more of this stuff, and cook it into porridge over a high flame so they could have some soup. What else could I do?"

"People are all made of flesh and blood. What they've cooked in their pots is really rotten. This world is even worse, so rotten that it's unbearable to look at."

"Then a few of them, who were educated, saw that I could pull this brick-shaped thing out of my clothes and hit people, so they brought a group of people and shamelessly followed me, saying that I was some kind of divine being reincarnated. Many of them drank that bowl of thin porridge, and then they responded to my call and risked their lives to take over several surrounding counties, wanting to put me in power."

"What can I do? I'm desperate too. I came here to rack up points, but these people are like leeches, sticking to me and I can't shake them off."

"This thing you're holding has really caused me a lot of trouble. It seems like I've worked for nothing this time."

The young man had a worried look on his face, as if he was about to give up and lie down on the spot.

"It was just a bowl of porridge, just a bowl of porridge----"

"These people risked their lives for me."

"I'm just a food delivery driver, what can I do? Let them do what they want. At worst, I'll just ruin the world, but in the end, it can't get any worse."

He's young, but he's got quite a big mouth.

Only the white-haired figure glanced at the young man, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It is precisely because he does not contend that no one in the world can contend with him."

In the end, this strange guest, who didn't look much older than the other person, only said a few words in a very casual manner.

"That's not bad. But Chen Jingqiu," you should know, this still won't save them.

"Apart from virtue, there is also power; possessing both is the character of the ancient sage kings."

"By showing them kindness and offering them life, these people can already be considered as having received your help to some extent, but this is still far from enough."

"To be honest, your name is not bad, but that's not that important. Because if you really want to save them, you need to storm the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty before the full moon this month."

Otherwise, it would all be for nothing.

"After all, the saying 'the victor is king, the loser is villain' isn't just a saying."

Upon hearing this, the young man seemed confused, his brows furrowing. "Brother, what do you mean by that? Why should I attack the capital?"

"And with your words, you make it sound like taking over the capital is easy?"

The white-haired man glanced at him indifferently and simply shook his head.

"It's not that simple, but it's not as difficult as you think either."

"After all, capturing Chang'an is always much easier than passing the Chang'an examinations."

Looking up at the long "scar" that stretched across the sky, for some reason, the man could only sigh.

"I've never been very optimistic about you, but now that things have come to this, it wouldn't hurt to give you a piece of advice."

"Chen Jingqiu," you must understand, as long as the people's hearts are at stake, eight hundred men can fight in their own way. You, a "descendant of the former Chen," still haven't quite mastered the art.

But these words only elicited an even more complicated expression from him.

"Dude, what you're saying is even more confusing! What are you talking about?"

"Are you asking me to emulate the legendary Zhang Liao or some lowly Jiangdong rat? You can't expect me to flaunt my Heavenly Strategy Supreme General, can you?"

Do I really have to enter the city through Black Tortoise Gate?

See, you understand it very well now.

Ignoring the other party's reaction, the figure under his command casually stood up and tossed the "brick," which was as hard as a rock, back at him.

Chen Jingqiu instinctively reached out to catch it, but for some reason failed to grab it. Instead, he watched helplessly as the food "just happened" to fall squarely on his head with a thud!

"Good start—oh, I misspoke, sorry, my hand slipped."

His face remained calm and expressionless, as if he were telling the whole truth.

"However, young man, don't forget that before that, you'd better do what everyone else does and try to find a sword that suits you."

"After all, you really don't have much time left."