Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 478 Mythical Three Kingdoms! I really know!

"Could it be that I'm in some kind of fantasy world?"

"To leap more than ten meters out of thin air, that's quite a feat of combat skill, isn't it?"

He wiped his bottom clean and got up. Looking at the puddle of white porridge on the ground mixed with his own fluids, he suppressed his discomfort and walked to the wall.

"My cheat ability is summoning white porridge!"

"Try it!"

"Ouch! It's a little hot!"

Fang Yu stared at the white porridge that had suddenly appeared in his palm for two seconds, then suddenly grinned: "This cheat code may be shabby, but it seems kind of interesting?"

He ran back to the mud wall, his pants still soaking wet. The old woman who had called him "sick" was pressing a stone against her shrunken belly. Fang Yu squatted down and tentatively placed his palm on her dirty clothes.
Splash! Warm rice porridge suddenly poured down from mid-air.

"Ouch!" The old woman jolted from the burn, and was about to curse when her cloudy eyes suddenly widened!
Trembling, she grabbed the grains of rice stuck to the rag and suddenly pounced on the still-flowing porridge like a hungry wolf, stuffing them into her mouth without even bothering to spit out the grit: "Gods have appeared! Gods have appeared!"

The refugees who had been pretending to be dead in the distance all raised their heads, and dozens of pairs of green eyes stared at them.

Fang Yu felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at, and subconsciously took a half step back. As a result, porridge uncontrollably sprayed out of his palm again, this time directly drenching the old lady's head and face.

"Spray more! Spray more!" The old woman knelt down and used a broken bowl to catch the porridge dripping from her hair, her wrinkled face turning red: "This old woman kowtows to the White Porridge Immortal!" As she spoke, she was about to kowtow to the ground.

Fang Yu quickly grabbed her: "No, no, no!" But this tug had a serious effect; suddenly, like a broken faucet, white porridge sprayed out of his palm in a fan shape.

The refugees lying at the base of the wall immediately erupted in chaos, scrambling and rolling towards the "rain of porridge." One old man, so thin he was practically a skeleton, even opened his mouth to catch it directly.

"This is even more powerful than a fire hose!" Fang Yu stared in disbelief at his right hand, which was bubbling with porridge.
Looking at the refugees frantically scrambling for the white porridge, Fang Yu was momentarily at a loss.

He wanted to test his cheat ability, but he didn't expect the situation to get out of control!
"Don't push! Don't push! There's enough for everyone!" he shouted, but the hungry crowd wouldn't listen. They pushed and shoved, cried and screamed, and some even fought over an extra mouthful of porridge.

"Gods and gods! Please save us!" A frail old woman knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together, and pleaded with tears streaming down her face.

Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat. He gritted his teeth, raised his hands, palms up, and shouted, "Get out of the way! I'm about to unleash a powerful attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two torrents of white porridge suddenly gushed from his palm, spraying towards the crowd like a high-pressure water gun!

"My God! They're really gods!"

"Quick! Quick, get a bowl to catch it!"

The villagers went completely mad, grabbing broken bowls, earthenware pots, and even taking off their clothes to catch the spraying white porridge.

Some people couldn't wait for the containers; they lay down on the ground and licked the rice grains that had seeped into the sand like livestock.

Fang Yu was both shocked and saddened by what he saw.

He never imagined that the congee he casually summoned could drive these people so crazy.

"Everyone, please eat a little slower. I'd like to ask, where is this place? And what dynasty is it?"

The disheveled old woman shoveled food into her mouth as she answered, "The seventh year of the Guanghe reign of the Han Dynasty!"

Fang Yu was taken aback. "The seventh year of the Guanghe era of Emperor Ling of Han, at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty!?"

"The Later Han and Three Kingdoms period?!"

"Wait a moment!"

"What the hell is this Three Kingdoms?! How can a person leap over ten meters in one stride?!"

"Grass!"

"Mythical Three Kingdoms!?"

Everyone thought the deity was talking nonsense and paid no attention, continuing to slurp up their porridge.
Soon, news of the White Porridge Immortal spread like wildfire.

"Have you heard? A living god has come to the East Village; he can conjure up white porridge out of thin air!"

"Bullshit! There are no gods in this world! It's definitely a lie!"

"It's true! I saw it with my own eyes! The porridge sprayed out more violently than well water!"

At first, the villagers from other villages were skeptical, but as more and more people witnessed Fang Yu's "miracle," they could no longer sit still.

The next morning, Fang Yu had just left when he was stunned by the sight before him in the dilapidated house the villagers had given him to sleep in!

The village entrance was packed with a dense crowd of people!

Men, women, young and old, families in tow, some even leaning on canes or carrying dying children on their backs, all stared at him with pleading eyes.

"Gods! Please save us!" "Half of the people in our village have already starved to death!"

"Just one sip of porridge! Just one sip will do!"

Fang Yu took a deep breath, knowing that things had gotten out of hand.

He had intended to keep a low profile, but now that the die was cast, he had no choice but to act.

"Great! Enough for today!"

However, he had a newfound sense of caution.

He still understands the principle that a common man is guilty of carrying a jade while he is innocent.

Thinking about it, he went back into the house, took a large wooden basin, and started making porridge in it.

In no time, a large pot of porridge was ready.

Stepping out of the house again, Fang Yu coughed twice and said, "Go, bring out the porridge from the house. You, you, and you, don't try to take it."

When the porridge was finally brought out, the crowd erupted in cheers!

They rushed forward, grabbing whatever they could to catch the porridge.

Some people drank and cried, some knelt down and kowtowed, and some even fainted from excitement.

"This isn't porridge, it's clearly celestial elixir!" An old man trembled as he held half a bowl of white porridge mixed with mud and sand, tears streaming down his face.

Fang Yu watched them wolf down their food, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Looks like my cheat code is actually working." He muttered to himself.

In ancient times, let alone someone giving you a thick bowl of white porridge for free, even if just two grains of rice fell into a pot of soup and were given away for free, that would be considered an act of great kindness.

As a result, Fang Yu's deeds quickly spread throughout the surrounding villages, until they reached the ears of a county magistrate.

The county magistrate's surname was Zhao, and his given name was De. He was a notorious corrupt official for miles around.

He routinely plundered the people's wealth and lined his own pockets, earning him the nickname "Zhao the Skinflint" from the people's backs.

A few days ago, the imperial court allocated a batch of disaster relief grain, which was originally intended to relieve famine. However, Zhao De secretly colluded with grain merchants to resell the grain at high prices, leaving only some old and moldy rice to get by.

Unexpectedly, a group of ruthless bandits suddenly appeared and robbed the entire batch of moldy rice!

Zhao De was worrying about how to explain this to his superiors when he suddenly heard a report from one of his constables.
"Sir! A remarkable person has appeared in the East Village. He can conjure up white porridge out of thin air and distribute it day and night. The disaster victims all call him the 'White Porridge Immortal'!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao De's beady eyes darted around, and he slammed his hand on the table, exclaiming, "Well! I knew it! How could the disaster relief grain have vanished into thin air? It turns out someone was playing tricks and secretly pocketing it!"

He immediately mustered sixteen constables and charged menacingly toward East Village!
Dongcun, village entrance.

Fang Yu had just finished distributing porridge to the last batch of disaster victims and was rubbing his aching wrists when he suddenly heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats coming from afar.

Looking up, dust billowed as more than ten constables with sharp knives at their waists escorted a tall horse, charging toward them menacingly!

"Could they be after me?" Fang Yu's heart tightened, and he instinctively took two steps back.

Upon seeing this, the disaster victims scattered in panic, except for a few elderly people who trembled and stood in front of Fang Yu, whispering, "My lord, quickly hide! That's the county magistrate; he'll eat people alive."

Before Fang Yu could react, Zhao De, with his round belly and narrowed triangular eyes, shouted sharply from his horse, "I think this strangely dressed kid with very short hair is that audacious fiend! Good! I've finally caught you!"

Although Fang Yu was afraid of officials, he still relied on his position of authority and replied with his head held high, "Is it illegal to have short hair and dress strangely?"

Zhao De sneered, "How dare you use your magical powers to embezzle the imperial court's disaster relief grain?!"

Fang Yu knew something was wrong as soon as he heard this!

Sure enough, that fellow waved his hand and said, "Men, seize him!"

The sixteen constables responded in unison, drawing their steel blades, their cold gleams gleaming!
Fang Yu had never seen anything like this before. He panicked immediately: "Wait! What disaster relief grain? I conjured this up myself!"

"Insolence!" Zhao De sneered. "I saw it with my own eyes, and you still dare to deny it? This porridge is clearly government rations! Guards, break his arms and legs first, then take him back to the prison for a thorough interrogation!"

The constables approached with sinister smiles, and the disaster victims dared not speak out, only able to watch helplessly as Fang Yu was surrounded.

Right at this critical moment.
"boom!"

In a moment of desperation, Fang Yu suddenly raised his hands, and two streams of scalding white porridge gushed from his palms, shooting straight at the constables' faces like high-pressure water guns!

(End of this chapter)