Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 492 Shattering the Imperial Uncle's Dream with One Palm, I am the Porridge Immortal Fang Yu!
"boom--!!!"

The palm prints of the Thousand-Handed Buddha were deeply embedded in the earth, and the shockwaves sent dust from a radius of ten miles flying into the sky!
The spot where Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei stood was scorched into a crater hundreds of feet in diameter, with cracks extending all the way to the base of the Great Zhou City wall.

When the smoke cleared, the three "blood-soaked" figures lay in the center of the crater.
Liu Bei's double-edged sword broke into four pieces, and his armor shattered into iron slag.

Guan Yu's Green Dragon Crescent Blade was stuck in the rock strata thirty feet away, and his beautiful beard was burned to half its length.

Zhang Fei suffered the worst; his spear was bent into a U-shape, and he looked like dough that had been rolled out by a rolling pin, his black face swollen like a purple eggplant.

"Cough cough." Liu Bei coughed up blood and struggled to get up. Suddenly he found that a dark shadow was blocking the sunlight. When he looked up, he saw that the Buddha was still there!
Fang Yu looked down at him like a god: "Now can you listen to me properly?"

Zhang Fei tried to argue, but Guan Yu grabbed him and held him down.

The red-faced man stared intently at Fang Yu: "Kill me if you want! I am Guan."

"Second Brother!" Liu Bei suddenly interrupted sharply, raising his bloodied right hand with trembling hands. "If the Immortal Master had intended to take our lives, this palm would have landed three inches lower." He then winked at his two sworn brothers. "Aren't you going to thank the Immortal Master for showing mercy?"

As expected, Fang Yu withdrew his hand: "I'm a very fair person. You just gave me a chance to spare my life."

"Now I'm giving you a chance too. As long as you acknowledge the Great Congee Kingdom, you can leave alive."

"Fuck you!" Zhang Fei had only shouted halfway when Liu Bei suddenly covered his mouth.

The "Imperial Uncle" bowed deeply and said, "Immortal Master, you are so kind! I am willing to swear on behalf of my two brothers that we will henceforth acknowledge the legitimacy of the Great Zhou Kingdom!" As he spoke, he secretly pinched Zhang Fei's thigh hard.

Zhang Fei winced in pain, but instantly understood, and muttered, "Fine, fine, I'm in cahoots with my brother. I accept it."

"Big brother, third brother, you..." Guan Yu's eyes widened in disbelief, but Liu Bei whispered something in his ear, and he immediately slumped his head like a deflated balloon: "Alright then."

Fang Yu watched the three men's little actions with a half-smile, then suddenly tossed three bowls of hot porridge in front of them: "Drink this bowl of alliance porridge, and today's matter will be over."

When Liu Bei took the bowl of porridge, Jia Xu saw it clearly from the city wall.

The sleeves of this "royal uncle" were trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear, but rather the humiliation and resentment suppressed to the extreme!
"Farewell, brother!" Liu Bei tilted his head back and finished his rice porridge, then helped his two brothers up and turned to leave. The three of them cast long shadows in the setting sun, and Zhang Fei's low roar could be faintly heard: "Why did you stop me, brother? That evil Taoist... cough cough cough, he could only strike again at most, I'm sure... sure I can withstand it."

"Third Brother!" Liu Bei's rebuke carried on the wind, "He can conjure up an endless supply of porridge. Don't you understand? This is true...the will of the people."

As Fang Yu watched the three figures disappear into the distance, he suddenly spoke to the air, "Jia Xu, what do you think of my performance in this battle?"

Jia Xu emerged from the shadows, gently waving his feather fan: "Our lord established his authority with swift and decisive measures, and demonstrated benevolence by distributing porridge and releasing people. After this battle..." He looked at the increasing number of refugees on the official road, "the four words 'Heaven is dead' have been etched into the hearts of all people."

Fang Yu waved his hand with unrestrained pride: "I shatter the Imperial Uncle's dream with one palm! I am Fang Yu, the Immortal of Porridge!"

Just then, Sun Qian suddenly came running over: "Immortal Master! Latest battle report from Luoyang!"

His hands trembled as he unfolded the bamboo slips. "Dong Zhuo has breached Hulao Pass, and Emperor Ling of Han... Emperor Ling of Han has been forced to flee to Chang'an by the Ten Attendants!"

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow. "That's great! I don't even need to build a city anymore. I can just go straight to Luoyang!"

Sun Qian shook his head: "Yes, but the things in Luoyang have been almost emptied out. What's left are just some poor people. The most important thing is that the road to Luoyang is full of your porridge bowls. After a while, it's like a swamp, and people can't get through at all!"

Fang Yu scoffed at Sun Qian, "You idiot! Have you forgotten your own skills? Water! Use water to rinse it!"

Sun Qian slapped his forehead. "Oh dear! How could I forget this! Alright! Let's set off immediately, we'll..." "Move the capital to Luoyang!"

A light rain was falling in Luoyang, washing away the stains on the ground of the surrounding villages and turning them into milky white streams.

Most of the nobles had left Luoyang, and those who remained were mostly ordinary people.

Then there were the refugees who could even swallow spoiled and dirty porridge, who had originally lived nearby but came here after seeing that Luoyang City had finally "distributed disaster relief grain."
Old carpenter Wang San squatted under the eaves of a house on Zhuque Street, his trembling hands gripping a rusty chisel. Beside him lay his eight-year-old granddaughter, emaciated from hunger, yet clinging tightly to her grandfather's arm: "Grandpa, will we end up like Aunt Zhang's family?"

Three days ago, just after Dong Zhuo's Xiliang army withdrew, news spread throughout the city that the sorcerer who drowned 100,000 troops with porridge was coming!

"Shh!" Wang San covered his granddaughter's mouth, his cloudy old eyes fixed on the direction of the city gate.

A rhythmic tremor suddenly came from the ground, and the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard in the distance.

"They're here!" someone shouted from the alley. The people on the street instantly became like startled birds. Some scrambled into their houses, while others knelt down in the rain and kowtowed.

Wang San stuffed his granddaughter into the woodpile, then picked up a chisel and hid behind the door.

Through the crack in the door, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
At the city gate, a large flag embroidered with the character "粥" (porridge) immediately catches the eye.

The flag was wet from the rain, and a few grains of rice were still sticking to the corner of the flag.

Next came the neat square formations, with the soldiers in the front row actually carrying spatulas.

While Wang San was still in a daze, the procession had already reached the center of the street.

He then realized that the so-called "army" was nothing more than a group of refugees dressed in coarse cloth!
Some had sickles at their waists, while others had firewood tied to their backs, looking just like farmers fleeing famine.

Suddenly the procession stopped, and the scholar in the blue robe at the head of the procession climbed the stone steps, raindrops still clinging to his goatee: "Fellow citizens of Luoyang!"

The street fell silent instantly; even the children's cries stopped.

"My Great Zhou Kingdom has moved its capital here today, and I have brought a gift to mark our arrival!" Sun Qian suddenly lifted the tarpaulin covering the wooden cart beside him. "Eight hundred thousand catties of grain!"

"Whoosh!" The moment the tarpaulin was lifted, a rich aroma of rice filled the entire street.

Wang San's stomach started growling uncontrollably.

The truck was piled high with steamed rice! The golden grains of rice were plump and full, definitely not disaster relief food mixed with bran!

Although drying out the porridge will definitely not make it taste as good as steaming rice directly.

Fortunately, Fang Yu's congee was delicious and sweet. In addition, during this wartime, it was already good enough for people to have enough to eat, let alone steamed rice.

When the civilians hiding in the shadows saw that the army was carrying grain instead of sharp knives, they were all dumbfounded!
Could it be that the rumors are true?

Is the Congee Fairy sent down from heaven to bring blessings to humankind?
Looking at the expressions of the people around him, Jia Xu's smile deepened.

"With such popularity among the people, the world is surely yours, Immortal Master!"

(End of this chapter)