As soon as Mu Ting left with A Bang,
Lin Ke began setting about transforming the place.
"Who is in charge here?"
A dark-faced man, thin as a rake, stepped forward.
"Elder, I am. My name is Hao Ning, and I am the village chief of the ten villages."
A sweep of Lin Ke's Divine Sense revealed his circumstances: Hao Ning's cultivation was at great perfection of the mid Golden Core stage. He looked young, but prolonged poisoning had actually left him with less than thirty years to live.
"Hao Ning, distribute both of these things. One portion for everyone."
"Tell them that as long as they can refine them, they can collect food or spirit stones from me. The amount will depend on the quality."
Seeing this, Hao Ning could not help transmitting his voice to several fellows nearby. "Sigh... another one here to torment us. Who knows how many will starve to death this time?"
The cultivators around him wore equally miserable expressions. "Exactly. We don't even have the most basic supply of spiritual qi, and we can't even get food to eat. What are we supposed to refine?"
Lin Ke heard every word clearly, but said nothing, merely handing over two Storage Bags.
Hao Ning opened them, and his expression immediately changed, from confusion to shock and finally fear.
"High! High-grade spirit stones?"
"Exalted Immortal? Surely you aren't planning to use our bodies or divine souls to refine magic artifacts?"
"You absolutely must not! Although we are all refugees washed off other Black Tortoise Spirit Turtles, our lives are still lives!"
An old man also knelt, wiping away tears. "Exalted Immortal, use us old ones. Don't use the children. Please don't wipe us all out!"
Lin Ke was taken aback at the sight. It seemed someone had