Yuankong reached out and put everything in the chest into his Spatial Ring.
The last time they parted, Chu Xingchen had said he pitied him for having to carry everything on his back and lent him this Spatial Ring, which he would have to return someday.
Yuankong took the view that one more debt was nothing to worry about. It was not as though he would never repay it.
Had he possessed this Spatial Ring, he would not have been reduced to gnawing on grass from hunger at the start.
Yuankong had earned little money on his travels. Rather, those who needed him were all pitiful people who could not scrape together any money.
A meal was enough to send Yuankong on his way.
Naturally, there was no money to be had. Otherwise, Yuankong would long since have replaced those clothes that rivaled a beggar's.
After putting everything away, Yuankong looked at the Abbot and said:
"During my travels, I met a villager from Yuzhou City who said Evil Cultivators are now running rampant there. The city's Demon-Suppression Bureau is powerless to suppress them, and the people are already struggling to survive. Many have fled Yuzhou City, seeking only a way to stay alive."
The Abbot pondered briefly before replying:
"Some Evil Cultivators have indeed been making moves recently. The Demon-Suppression Bureau sent people to deal with them, but these Evil Cultivators are exceptionally alert. The bureau has neither obtained conclusive evidence nor caught many of them."
"Sacrifices performed by Evil Cultivators have also occurred outside Yuzhou City. Afterward, rumors spread everywhere that the Demon-Suppression Bureau was powerless against their methods."
"The claim that the Demon-Suppression Bureau is powerless to stop the Evil Cultivators' havoc may be false, but the deaths are real. Ordinary mortals have only one life, and