Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 482 You've taken the Immortal Master hostage, huh? Then I'm switching to my Thunder Magic main account!

In the garden of Zhao De's residence, Fang Yu walked ahead, and Sun Qian followed behind, narrating:
"Immortal Master, please allow me to report that in the imperial court, the eunuchs Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong, and the other Ten Attendants control the government, selling official positions and titles, causing widespread suffering among the people. The emperor is muddleheaded and even calls Zhang Rang 'Father,' allowing his cronies to run rampant in the prefectures and counties, extorting money from the people. Two years ago, Luoyang was hit by an earthquake, and last year there was a severe drought. Instead of providing disaster relief, the court levied additional 'palace repair fees,' leading to countless cases of people exchanging their own children to eat!"

He paused, then took out a bamboo scroll from his sleeve and unfolded it: "Now the four directions are in turmoil. Liu Yan, the governor of Youzhou, is recruiting soldiers. His subordinate Zou Jing is confronting Cheng Yuanzhi in Zhuojun. I heard that there is a Liu Bei who sells straw sandals and is helping him with two fierce generals."

"Liangzhou is also plagued by constant warfare. Beigong Boyu colluded with the Qiang people to rebel, and Governor Geng Bi suffered repeated defeats. However, Protector of the Qiang, Dong Zhuo, won many battles. But this wolf has ambitions and may become a disaster."

"Zhang Mancheng of Nanyang attacked and killed the prefect Chu Gong, and Zhao Ci, a bandit from Jiangxia, also took the opportunity to cause trouble, leaving the governor Xu Qiu in a state of great distress."

Sun Qian suddenly lowered his voice: "The strangest thing is Bingzhou. Ding Yuan has a chief clerk named Lü Bu under his command. Last month, he charged into the enemy camp of a million-strong army all by himself, and with a single swing of his halberd, he beheaded the Left Wise King! He disappeared without a trace in a flash, which frightened people so much that they called him the 'Flying General.' This is no ordinary skill; it's practically the work of a demon god!"

Seeing that Fang Yu was listening intently, he added, "As for the powerful figures in various regions..."

"Cao Cao of Qiao County, serving as Cavalry Commandant, is a man of cunning military tactics. Just the other day, he used fire to burn more than 30,000 of Bo Cai's troops to death. However, because of his eunuch grandfather Cao Teng, he is secretly despised by the gentry. I fear he will not amount to much."

“Sun Jian of Jiangdong is currently the Assistant Magistrate of Xiapi County. It is said that he killed a dragon on the banks of the Qiantang River when he was young. Now his subordinates Cheng Pu and Huang Gai can split mountains with their bare hands.”

The Yuan family of Runan, Yuan Shao lived in seclusion in Luoyang, but secretly made friends with assassins. His brother Yuan Shu squandered money in Nanyang, and the silk and brocade worn by the singing girls in his mansion were enough to support the famine victims of an entire county!
At this point, Sun Qian suddenly gritted his teeth: "The most hateful are those aristocratic families, the Yang family of Hongnong and the Xun family of Yingchuan. Their granaries are overflowing, yet they would rather let the millet rot than give it to the disaster victims! If the Immortal Master's white porridge could be sent to Yingchuan, the Immortal Master's army would grow much stronger!"

Fang Yu nodded in agreement. "Alright, you're right. I know a little about what's going on in this world now."

Sun Qian was somewhat puzzled. "Immortal Master, what I said is all common knowledge! Forgive my rudeness! It must be that you live deep in the mountains and forests and are unaware of the trivial matters of this world!"

“Alright, you can think of it that way.” Fang Yu didn’t explain, but instead pressed, “So, you’re suggesting I go to Yingchuan for disaster relief to strengthen my own power, right?”

"This is incredible! This is incredible! I didn't misjudge you! Immortal Master, this is exactly what I meant!"

"Sure, can I entrust the logistics to you? You can select some capable people from among the refugees and delegate authority to them, letting them work for you. I'll liaise directly with you. Ah, liaise means communication and exchange, you understand?"

Sun Qian was immediately astonished and bowed deeply, exclaiming, "Hahaha! I, Sun Qian, am lucky! I've chosen the right person to follow!"

After receiving the order, Sun Qian immediately set up a wooden table in the open space in front of Zhao De's residence and began to record information about the refugees using the brushes, ink, paper and inkstones he had scavenged from Zhao De's study.

His movements were swift and precise, and incredibly fast.

"Name? Age? Special skills?" Sun Qian asked without looking up, his brush moving quickly across the yellow hemp paper.

"My name is Li Dazhuang, I'm thirty-two, and I know a little carpentry," a dark-skinned man replied, rubbing his hands together.

Sun Qian nodded, wrote down the word "carpenter" on the paper, then tore off a corner and handed it to him: "Take this to the east wing and report to Old Man Xu. He will arrange for you to repair the house."

In less than half a day, the previously chaotic and disorderly group of refugees began to regain order.

Sun Qian organized several literate students from private schools and established a simple registration system.

He divided the refugees into groups based on their abilities: artisans, cooks, patrolmen, and trainers, and appointed a temporary leader for each group.

Fang Yu stood on the steps and looked around, and couldn't help but admire it inwardly.

Sun Qian truly lived up to his reputation as a strategist whom Liu Bei relied on throughout history; his organizational skills were indeed extraordinary.

The originally scattered refugees gradually took the form of an army under his leadership.

As evening fell, Sun Qian came to Fang Yu to report: "Immortal Master, I have completed the preliminary count. There are 273 able-bodied men and more than 1,200 women, children and the elderly. Among them are 12 craftsmen, 37 people with some martial arts skills, and the rest are ordinary farmers."

Fang Yu nodded in satisfaction: "Well done. What are your plans next?"

A glint of light flashed in Sun Qian's eyes: "I plan to set off for Yingchuan tomorrow. It is a place where powerful families are located, and it has the most refugees, making it the easiest place to recruit. However," he hesitated for a moment, "I need to take a few guards with me, as well as the 'token' bestowed by the Immortal Master."

"A token?" Fang Yu raised an eyebrow.

Sun Qian respectfully pointed to Fang Yu's right hand: "That's the Immortal Master's white porridge!"

Fang Yu suddenly realized and laughed, "No problem, I'll go with you."

"No, no! Absolutely not!" Sun Qian immediately shook his head. "I know the Immortal Master's abilities. We are currently outnumbered and outmatched. If that villain targets us and forcibly sends troops to suppress us, what will become of the Immortal Master?"

Fang Yu understood what Sun Qian meant. "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"I'll find a few strong men to carry the porridge to Yingchuan. It will take half a day or a day at most. Once the porridge is distributed, a large number of refugees will follow and return. In time, we will grow stronger!"

"Alright, let me see what we can use to serve it!"

Fang Yu looked at a large vat next to the pond, went up and knocked the vat over with one hand, draining the water.

This action left Sun Qian dumbfounded!

A large water vat weighing over 100 pounds, still containing water, can be toppled over with one hand.
Could it be that the Immortal Master is a genius who excels in both literary and martial arts?!
Thinking of this, Sun Qian carefully walked to the water vat, looking at the white porridge that was filled in less than a second, as if looking at a rare treasure: "That's enough! With this divine item, what great things can't be accomplished!"

"Then, it all depends on you, Sun Qian."

Upon hearing this, Sun Qian almost knelt down on the spot!

How many wise rulers throughout history have treated their subordinates this way?
The phrase "It's all up to you" shows such high regard for oneself!
"I, Sun Qian, will accomplish this mission! Even if it means death!"

"No way, your survival is far better than recruiting a few refugees."

Sun Qian burst into tears, said nothing more, and kept everything in his heart.

At dawn the next day, Sun Qian, along with fifteen strong guards and a jar of white porridge, quietly left the county town and headed towards Yingchuan.

Fang Yu stood on the city wall and watched them leave, a sense of anticipation rising in his heart.

One day later, on the outskirts of Yingchuan.

Sun Qian and his entourage walked wearily along the official road, with the outline of Yingchuan city walls faintly visible in the distance.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the woods ahead, and then more than ten men wielding long spears rushed out and surrounded them.

"Halt! Hand over all your money and food!" The leader was a burly man with a fierce face, his spear pointed directly at Sun Qian's throat.

Sun Qian remained unfazed, cupped his hands and said, "Brave warrior, we have nothing of value but a jar of thin porridge, which I'm afraid is not worthy of your attention."

"Bullshit!" the burly man roared. "You're dressed neatly, how could you be broke? Search me!"

Just as the henchmen were about to search him, Sun Qian pointed to the water vat and said, "Wait! Please take a look!"

Under the sunlight, the jar of white porridge gleamed and smelled enticingly. The starving bandits' eyes widened, and their throats involuntarily bobbed. "This...this is white porridge?" the burly man asked incredulously. "In this kind of year, where would you find white porridge?"

Sun Qian smiled slightly: "This is a divine gift bestowed by the 'Great Immortal of White Porridge,' which is inexhaustible. If you brave warriors are willing to let us pass, this porridge will be given to you. Here, bring a bowl."

The bandits looked at each other, clearly stunned by this unexpected stroke of good fortune.

The burly man hesitated for a moment, then finally put down his spear: "Let me see."

The burly man dipped his finger in the porridge and put it in his mouth. His eyes widened immediately: "It really is plain white porridge!" He eagerly took a big gulp, then handed the bowl to his subordinate beside him, "Try it, everyone!"

The bandits took turns tasting it, each with an expression of ecstasy on their face.

In those famine-stricken times, a bowl of plain porridge was worth more than a thousand words.

"Sir," the burly man's attitude became noticeably more respectful, "who is this 'Master of White Porridge' you speak of?"

Sun Qian straightened his back and spoke in a loud voice: "The White Porridge Immortal is a deity sent by Heaven to save the common people. He can conjure up endless white porridge out of thin air. Now the Immortal has established the Yellow Heaven Paradise in Dongjun and is recruiting talents. I see that you all have extraordinary skills. Why don't you come with me to join him?"

A look of struggle flashed in the burly man's eyes, but he finally shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, sir, but we already have a leader and cannot change our allegiance without permission."

Just as Sun Qian was about to offer further advice, a deep voice suddenly came from deep within the woods: "Who is here swindling and cheating?"

The crowd parted automatically, and a burly man with a resolute face strode forward.

He was dressed in coarse cloth, but it couldn't hide his heroic spirit. The black spear in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"Brother Bo Cai!" The bandits bowed in greeting.

Sun Qian was startled.

Bo Cai? Could he be the talented man who rules this mountain stronghold?
He carefully examined the newcomer and noticed that the man exuded an imposing aura, clearly not an ordinary person.

"Brother," Sun Qian said, cupping his hands in greeting, "I am Sun Qian, and I have come to Yingchuan to recruit talented people on the orders of the White Porridge Immortal. May I ask if you are the hero known as 'Firearms Talent'?"

Bo Cai snorted coldly: "You know my name, yet you dare to poach people from my territory?"

His gaze was sharp as a knife. "What kind of White Porridge Immortal is this? You're just playing tricks!"

Sun Qian remained calm and said, "General Bo Cai, why are you angry? The court is corrupt and the people are suffering. This is the time for heroes to show their skills. The White Porridge Immortal is compassionate and wants to save the people from their suffering. If you can join us, you will surely achieve great things."

Bo Cai curled his lip in disdain: "Just a bowl of porridge? My three hundred brothers consume countless grains every day. What use is a bowl of porridge?"

Sun Qian was prepared and said, "This pot of porridge can be filled in just one second, Immortal Master. Not to mention your three hundred brothers, even if there are three thousand or thirty thousand, you can still feed them!"

Bo Cai's expression changed, and he abruptly threw the bowl of white porridge on the ground: "Spreading heresy and misleading the public!"

He pointed his spear, and a crimson flame suddenly ignited at the tip. "I, Bo Cai, hate these pretentious charlatans the most!"

Sun Qian was shocked and took several steps back.

He had long heard that Bo Cai's marksmanship was divine, but he did not know that he had such a supernatural ability! The flame was not like ordinary fire; the air around the tip of the spear was distorted due to the high temperature.

"General, wait!" Sun Qian said quickly, "If you don't believe me, you can come with me to Dongjun to see for yourself! If the Immortal Master cannot keep his promise, then it's not too late to kill me!"

The flame in Bo Cai's eyes gradually died down. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Is the White Porridge Immortal you mentioned the one who recently executed corrupt officials and opened granaries in Dongjun?"

Sun Qian nodded hurriedly: "That's right! The immortal master not only bestows porridge to help the people, but also commands thunder and lightning to kill the wicked!"

Bo Cai's expression became complicated.

He turned to his men and said, “You all go back to camp first. I’ll go with this gentleman.”

"Brother!" the burly man exclaimed urgently, "Be careful, it might be a trap!"

Bo Cai waved his hand: "It's alright. If what he says is true, this White Porridge Immortal may be the wise ruler we have been waiting for. If it's a scam," he glanced coldly at Sun Qian, "my musket has never been afraid of anyone."

In this way, Sun Qian successfully persuaded Bo Cai to return to Dongjun with him.

Throughout the journey, Bo Cai remained taciturn, only occasionally glancing around warily.

Because the porridge had been seized, the operation was sped up. Half a day later, when the city wall of Dongjun came into view, Bo suddenly stopped and said, "Wait a moment."

Sun Qian turned around in confusion: "Does the general have any further questions?"

Bo Cai did not answer, but walked to a rock about half a person's height by the roadside.

He took a deep breath and thrust his spear forward, the tip instantly bursting into flames!

"boom!"

The moment the spear pierced the rock, flames coiled around it as if they were alive.

Shockingly, the hard rock melted like wax in the flames, turning into a pool of red lava in just a few breaths!
Sun Qian and his guards were dumbfounded.

This is no ordinary martial art; it is a true method of killing enemies!
Bo Cai sheathed his gun and stood there, the flame at the tip gradually dying down: "This is my pledge of loyalty, Bo Cai. If your White Porridge Immortal is truly capable, then let him see this!"

Sun Qian swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain calm, and said, "General's skill is truly admirable. The Immortal Master will surely make good use of a talent like you."

When the two finally arrived in front of Fang Yu, Sun Qian gave a detailed account of their journey, emphasizing Bo Cai's fire spear technique.

Fang Yu looked at Bo Cai with great interest: "I heard you can set a spear on fire?"

Bo Cai replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Indeed, may I ask if the Immortal Master would be so kind as to demonstrate your divine skill in making congee?"

Fang Yu laughed loudly, picked up an empty bowl, and poured white porridge into it like a spring, palm down, until it overflowed in the blink of an eye.

Shock flashed in Bo Cai's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"If that's the case, I'm afraid it won't be enough, not to mention my three hundred brothers."

Before Bo Cai could finish speaking, Fang Yu walked outside the courtyard and pushed his hand towards the pool.
Wow!
The pool was filled with white porridge, and the water overflowed, wetting everyone's feet!
Bo Cai immediately beamed with joy, "Hahahaha! If that's the case! Then I..." He took a step forward and grabbed Fang Yu by the neck, "With this boy, I can rule the world!"

"You audacious thief!" Sun Qian was terrified. He immediately tried to use his water-summoning ability and Bo Cai's desperate attack.

"Hahaha!" Fang Yu suddenly burst into a strange laugh, which startled Bo Cai, Sun Qian, and the others!
laugh?
Why are you laughing?
Because spraying white porridge is just one of the most inconspicuous little skills of Fang Yu from the Three Kingdoms period.
(End of this chapter)