Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

The girl beside her looked up at her: "Mommy, will we die?"

"No, it won't happen," the woman said gently, bowing her head.

“Baby…it won’t happen when Mommy is here.”

“But Uncle Anthony, and Sister Elsa… they seem to be really dying.” The girl looked sadly at the wounded on the ground.

"I'm a little hungry too..."

"Didn't Mom say that we could have plenty of food once we got to the Holy City? When will we get there...?"

The woman was consumed by deep self-blame for her daughter's series of problems.

"I'm sorry, child, I'm so sorry..."

She gently knelt down, hugged her child tightly, and tears silently streamed down her face.

The bearded old man sighed and led Yan Huan and the young man aside.

Once they reached a secluded spot, the bearded man finally spoke:

"After everything that's happened, it's hard for anyone not to lose control of their emotions. Let's give that mother and daughter some space."

“The situation of these Gentiles is worse than we imagined.”

"If left unchecked, they will only live for a week at most—provided there are no more attacks."

The young apprentice was also deeply saddened, sighing, "Alas... what a human tragedy."

"Let's get something to eat first," Yan Huan said, looking down.

The words fell.

The bearded old man and the young man watched in disbelief as Yan Huan pulled a truck out of his pocket.

"?"

'Bang--!!'

A massive vehicle, seven meters long and four meters high, crashed to the ground.

Standing in its shadow, the old man was dumbfounded.

"Lord Yan Huan, could you tell me how you manage to carry this with you at all times?"

"That's not important, my friend."

Yan Huan jumped onto the truck and carried a container off it.

'boom--'

The container landed on the ground with a dull thud.

“I have canned food here; this container should last us a very long time.”

"Is it food? Let me see..."

The young man excitedly approached Yan Huan.

Yan Huan didn't hesitate. She immediately opened the container, walked over, and took out a can from inside.

"This is braised pork, and there are other things in it, such as stir-fried vegetables, shredded pork with green peppers... basically everything is included."

"As for staple food, we have this."

Yan Huan put the can back and then took out a seed from her pocket.

"What is this?" the bearded man asked.

"Rice bag grass." In front of the two of them, Yan Huan planted it on the ground of Chongyuan.

Within seconds, the rice bag grass sprouted from the soil, its roots constantly absorbing nutrients from the earth.

It grew larger and larger, and fruits resembling rice dumplings appeared under its leaves.

Yan Huan picked the fruit and tossed it to the bearded man.

The bearded man caught it in a daze, only to find that the fruit was still warm.

"Huh? Why is it warm?"

"This is a wonderful thing that Nguyen Mai and I cultivated using the fruit of the Jianmu tree."

"Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Just open it and see for yourself."

Upon hearing this, the bearded old man peeled open the fruit and found that it contained steaming hot rice that emitted a pleasant aroma.

"These... these are really edible?" the bearded man asked in surprise.

If he's not dreaming right now, as long as he spreads out these rice bag grass seeds, no more refugees will starve to death.

Onfaros is now like a hell on earth. Apart from the Holy City, which is protected by the Golden Blood, the rest of the region may not even have enough to eat.

But with this peculiar fruit, disputes arising from limited food will be greatly reduced.

In many occupied areas, food was even something to be fought over.

There are countless examples of people stealing and killing for a bite to eat.

That's why foreigners are willing to come to the city to do hard labor even without monetary compensation, as long as they are provided with food...

"Unfortunately, the rice bag grass has a limited number of seeds, and it cannot produce seeds on its own even after it matures."

Yan Huan reminded:

"But it's definitely enough for an emergency."

"This is what we feed them as their staple food, so my delivery truck is full of vegetables and I don't bring rice."

"Of course, there is also another matching seed."

He then took out a pink seed from his pocket and planted it in the soil.

The seed quickly took root and sprouted, breaking through the soil and growing into a large, pale pink flower bud.

"This smell... could there be a secret brew inside the flower bud?" The old man raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, this is the wine sac flower, which can produce a small amount of sweet wine and can also solve the problem of dehydration in the human body."

"Haha...what a good-for-nothing!"

The old man was very excited. He grabbed a handful of steaming rice, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it, his expression full of excitement.

"The taste is really good! Lord Yan Huan, it seems that in addition to your combat skills, your support abilities are also top-notch!"

"Hey, Master, let me try too!"

Before the old man could even touch the flower bud, the young man plucked the flower bud first.

The flower bud is shaped like a wine glass. If you part the outer petals a little, you can taste the sweet wine.

Looking at the expressions on their faces, Yan Huan knew that she had prepared the supplies correctly.

Actually, these seeds were originally intended to support that garbage planet, and Yan Huan had placed several boxes of them on Yinzhi's spaceship.

Unexpectedly, Onfaros's situation was also not optimistic.

"Okay, with this food, the refugees' survival will no longer be a problem."

The bearded old man's confidence soared.

“These people have traveled thousands of miles to Ohmma and have already survived the most difficult part of the journey. Now they only need a little simple help to survive.”

"We'll rest with them in Chongyuan first. Once they've eaten and drunk their fill and their injuries have healed, we'll take them to the shelter."

"There are guards protecting it, so it's relatively safe."

"Lord Yan Huan, please distribute the food to them here. I'll go to the city to find some medicine..."

"I'm handing out food?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.

"Let's distribute them together. We don't need to look for medicine; I'll treat them."

"You also know medicine?" The bearded old man's pupils trembled violently.

"Kefal, Your Excellency Yan Huan, you are absolutely perfect to be a savior."

"I hereby declare you the most useful Golden Child in all of Onfaros!"

Chapter 1212 If you don’t eat it, then my trip would have been in vain?

Inside the temple of the abyss of fate.

The bearded old man watched as Yan Huan squatted beside the injured, using the glowing necklace in her hand to treat them one by one.

"That's amazing, is it another miracle?"

"Which Titan does Lord Yan Huan worship?"

"What meaning does faith have for anyone these days...?"

Yan Huan turned around and said disdainfully:

"The oracle has already said that all the Titans must be wiped out, so what's the point of talking about faith?"

“That makes sense…” The bearded man nodded slightly.

"In that case, I'll go to the city and get some medicine."

"We can't stay with these refugees forever. Giving them some medicine can increase their chances of survival."

"Medicine? I have that too..."

Yan Huan, who was squatting on the ground, wanted to put her hands back into her bosom.

"Let me do it this time."

The bearded man smiled and stopped Yan Huan from doing so.

"Your Excellency Yan Huan has done enough; now it is my turn to carry out my will."

"Paraten, let Lord Yan Huan see the execution capabilities of my master and disciple."

"Great!" the young man exclaimed enthusiastically.