Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 481 The strategist arrives, but something seems off.

Fang Yu from the Three Kingdoms sneered, neither dodging nor avoiding the incoming blade light, his arms suddenly transforming into dazzling lightning!

"Three thousand volts!"

"Boom!!!"

A blinding lightning bolt erupted from his palm, instantly tearing through the air!

The cavalry captain and his horse were engulfed by the lightning and turned into charred remains in the blink of an eye!

The aftershocks swept across, knocking down more than a dozen cavalrymen behind them. Their armor twisted and deformed in the high temperature, their horses neighed and fell, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh.

The refugees stood there dumbfounded, and an old woman dropped her broken bowl on the ground with a clatter.

"Grandpa Lei Lei has appeared!" Aunt Zhang with a dark face suddenly screamed, fell to her knees and kowtowed frantically, her forehead hitting the bluestone slab with a loud thud.

The remaining refugees seemed to awaken from a dream, and instantly knelt down in droves, even the old private school teacher trembling and prostrating himself on the ground.

The lightning around Fang Yu had not yet dissipated, and arcs of electricity danced on the tips of his hair.

He mimicked Zhang Jiao's lines from memory, raising his arms and shouting, "The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise! In the year of Jiazi, great fortune will come to the world!" His voice, accompanied by thunder, shook the roof tiles.

Everyone trembled upon hearing this, but then Fang Yu suddenly turned around, ignoring the gold and silver scattered on the ground, and slowly walked straight towards Zhao De's residence.

The refugees looked at each other in disbelief! This pile of silver was enough to buy the entire county, yet the gods didn't even bother with it?
"Great Immortal, wait!" Old Man Xu staggered a few steps after him, only to see Fang Yu's figure disappear into the vermilion gate. He could only turn back to the crowd and say in a trembling voice, "Look! This is a true immortal! He regards money as dirt!"

In the distance, through his Observation Haki, Fang Yu of the Three Kingdoms heard the murmurs of the refugees and grinned, "What's the use of money? Others hoard money, I hoard knives; my neighbors are my granaries!"

The aroma of white porridge filled the air throughout the county town. Hundreds of refugees knelt in the sea of ​​porridge, scooping up the thick rice paste with broken bowls like devout believers.

An old man, thin as a skeleton, was drinking his rice porridge when he suddenly burst into tears. The rice porridge streamed down his wrinkled face. He had never seen rice porridge that was so thick it reached his ankles.

Fang Yu stood on the roof of the county government office, with the rising sun behind him.

He spread his arms wide, his sleeves fluttering in the morning breeze, and lightning and porridge flashed alternately in his palms.

"Today, the porridge will drop by five inches!" His voice, booming like thunder, echoed in all directions. "If five hundred people follow me tomorrow, the porridge will drop by ten inches!"

The crowd of refugees immediately erupted in chaos, with several strong young men shouting, "We'll go back to the village and call for help!"

"A divine intervention!" The old private tutor's goatee trembled with excitement. He pulled out a worn-out brush and wrote on his lapel: "On the day of Bingwu in the fourth month, the Great Teacher of Virtue performed a ritual, and rice rained down from the sky."

Fang Yu almost burst out laughing upon hearing this.

The old man not only automatically gave him the title of Zhang Jiao, but also adopted the style of historical writing.

He decided to go with the flow, suddenly leaping three zhang into the air, his body enveloped in a vortex of porridge and thunder, and shouting:

"Heaven has bestowed upon me three treasures!"

"One precious bowl of white porridge can save thousands of people!" With a wave of his left hand, the porridge pool in the east of the city suddenly swelled, startling the displaced people who were drinking the porridge and causing them to scream in alarm.

"Two Treasures, Thunderous Strike to Slay the Evil!" The right hand unleashed a bolt of lightning towards a withered tree outside the city!
"Three Treasures." Fang Yu suddenly paused, then caught a glimpse of the official seal confiscated from Zhao De's study. He used his green light energy to grab it from a distance: "Three Treasures, Dharma Seal to Suppress Mountains and Rivers!" He infused the jade seal with green light energy and slammed it onto the ground.

"boom!"

The character "粥" (porridge) was engraved into the bluestone floor tiles, its edges crackling with blue electricity! The onlookers, now displaced, went completely mad!

Crazy!

Totally crazy!

Three days later at dawn, Fang Yu was awakened by a cacophony of voices.

Looking out the window, I saw a dense crowd of people outside the city walls! Farmers carrying rakes, shepherds leading thin sheep, and even a lame man with crutches were hopping and skipping as they came.

Further away, billowing smoke revealed an entire caravan of refugees pushing carts. "Great Teacher!" Dark-faced Aunt Zhang burst through the door, her face glistening with excitement. "The tenant farmers from seven villages thirty li to the north have all rebelled! They've burned all the land deeds for Dongxiangting!" She suddenly lowered her voice, "It's just...it's just that there are too many people...you, your magic..."

Fang Yu smiled without saying a word and strode towards the city gate.

Wherever he went, the refugees automatically parted, showing Fang Yu the utmost respect.

The moment he stepped onto the city wall, thousands of hungry eyes turned to look at him. Fang Yu took a deep breath, and suddenly sprayed white porridge from his arms, pressing them towards the moat.
"Huang Tianci porridge!"

In an instant, the entire river boiled and churned! Thick white porridge overflowed along the base of the city wall, submerging the ankles of the front-row refugees in the blink of an eye.

People screamed and bent down to drink it down, only to find that the porridge had a slightly sweet taste and was quite delicious!
"The heavens are dead—" Fang Yu's roar exploded in the thunderstorm.

"May Heaven rise!" The refugees, having drunk their fill of sweet porridge, roared like a tidal wave, their shouts shaking the city walls and causing the earth to fall from the ramparts.

The next day, the sun rises three poles.

Fang Yu, who had just woken up at Zhao De's residence, heard arguing outside the door.

Fang Yu rubbed his sleepy eyes, pushed open the vermilion gate, and saw a man with an extraordinary air and a long beard standing at the door arguing with several refugees who had officially changed their names to Yellow Turban Army.

Upon seeing the gate open, several refugees hurriedly said, "Master, this person is insisting on seeing you."

Fang Yu sized up the man's appearance. "You're in such a hurry to find me? What do you want?"

The man immediately knelt down and said, "The Yellow Heaven is dead, the Azure Heaven shall rise. Did you say that?"

Fang Yu thought for a moment, how could a scholar's actions be called stealing?

He nodded immediately, "Yes, what's wrong?"

As soon as Fang Yu finished speaking, the long-bearded man's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he was so excited that his beard trembled!

"Great and wise teacher above!" He suddenly bowed deeply, his forehead slamming heavily onto the bluestone slab. "Sun Qian of Beihai County is willing to follow the immortal master!"

"What the hell?" Fang Yu almost choked on his own saliva. "Who do you think you are?!"

The kneeling man raised his head, the moonlight illuminating his gaunt face: "My name is Sun Qian. I have heard that the Immortal Master uses porridge to help the world and thunder to vanquish evil, so I have come to seek refuge with you!"

Fang Yu's mind went blank!
A celebrity has come to seek refuge?

This guy was one of Liu Bei's trusted confidants in the early days.

Fang Yu quickly reached out to help, but his palm uncontrollably splattered hot porridge all over the other person's face.
“Immortal Master, this is…” Sun Qian wiped the rice paste off his face and suddenly widened his eyes. “This porridge actually contains the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!” As he spoke, he licked his fingertips, just like an alchemist who had tasted celestial dew.

Upon seeing this, several refugees nearby immediately puffed out their chests and declared, "Our immortal's porridge is so delicious that one sip will keep you full for three days!"

Fang Yu awkwardly withdrew his hand from the bowl of porridge. "Well, you have a scholarly air about you. You must be a strategist, right?"

Sun Qian nodded quickly, "Yes! I am the strategist!"

Fang Yu thought for a moment, "You should now have a general understanding of the situation, so I'll proceed from here."

Before Fang Yu could finish speaking, Sun Qian slammed his hand on the ground!
"Crash!"

A puddle of water appeared out of nowhere!
Fang Yu was stunned.

What's going on? !

Is this a strategist? Or a sorcerer?
Sun Qian quickly and proudly explained, "My abilities are average, but I can conjure water. You can conjure porridge, right? My water will complement your porridge."

Fang Yu's face darkened. "I'd love to give them plain rice, and you're adding water to it?"

Sun Qian: "Huh?"

(End of this chapter)