Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

“My teacher, what we are doing will definitely be valuable.”

"certainly……"

"Alright then, I'll take you two back to the Holy City."

Yan Huan had no objection; it was good for them to have some sense of participation.

After sending the bearded master and his apprentice to Ohma City, Yan Huan returned to the Chongyuan Temple.

To be fair, although the temple was abandoned, it was still quite habitable; at least it provided shelter from the wind and rain.

There are quite a few gaps, and many monsters will crawl in through those places.

Repairing the temple would be a massive undertaking.

"It's not easy to repair my current physical condition," Yan Huan pondered.

The priests who came before chose to hide in the Temple of the Abyss, and now the refugees have also chosen to do so.

If the temple can be repaired and used as a new refuge, it would certainly be a good thing.

"..."

But if they have this capability, why not build it next to the original shelter?

There are at least some Holy City Guards stationed there.

Even if something happens, reinforcements will arrive quickly, so why bother repairing this place...

With that thought in mind, Yan Huan gave up the idea of ​​repairing the temple.

"Cough cough..."

The person who had fainted from the pain on the ground slowly woke up and opened their blurry eyes.

"Where am I? Where am I?"

The first thing the man saw when he woke up was this strange long-haired man with pale golden eyes looking down at him.

"Is...is it Lord Golden Descendant?"

Noticing that Yan Huan was different from others, the man quickly got up.

Yan Huan did not stop it. After being repaired by the mimicry of the white flower, the patient's body had been completely transformed.

"Hey, how come I actually stood up?"

The man looked down sharply and found that his legs were completely healed.

"I remember my body being cut in half at the waist by those mad king's retinue!"

"What are you doing?"

A person squatting on the ground nearby, eating rice with gusto, looked up and said disdainfully:

"I was torn to shreds and only my head was left, yet Lord Yan Huan was able to heal me. You only have half a body; you're utterly insignificant!"

"Let's eat something to calm down first."

A fruit of the rice bag grass was tossed into the man's arms.

"This……"

The man was stunned after catching it, and stared blankly at his surroundings.

The refugees who had fled with him were now eating their food ravenously over a campfire.

They didn't eat the usual hard bread, but rather rice, millet porridge, and even braised pork.

"...?"

"Meat?"

The man stared wide-eyed, somewhat incredulous.

"We...have meat to eat?"

"Go eat, kid." Yan Huan handed him a can of food: "It would be so embarrassing if you starved to death right after being saved."

"what?"

It was late at night.

Without the sun's rays, every day is an eternal night for these refugees.

But in the bright campfire, many people ate their first full meal since they fled from hardship.

Some people have even forgotten what it feels like to be full.

"Mom, I don't want to eat these hard breads anymore, they're making my teeth hurt."

In the corner, a little girl suddenly shouted.

"Huh?" Yan Huan looked up sharply and realized it was the child of the leading woman.

The woman in the lead was holding a piece of hard bread and said helplessly:

"Sweetie, just one more bite. The fresh food should be given to the wounded first. We won't eat hard bread next time, I promise..."

"Wodefa! Are you insulting me?!"

Yan Huan rushed forward, snatched the hard bread, and then slapped the two clumps of grass into the woman's arms.

"eat!"

"This……"

The female tour leader looked at the two clumps of rice in her arms and couldn't help but ask:

"But what about the wounded..."

"There's more than enough for you to eat your fill!"

Yan Huan then handed her three more cans of food:

"Honestly, I've come all this way and I'm still eating bread? What's the point of my trip?"

"Thank you, Lord Yan Huan!"

The female leader was very grateful, wiping away her tears as she almost cried out loud.

This was the first time they had eaten such good food during their escape.

"Eat up, eat up, there's still water."

Yan Huan pointed to the wine sac flower next to her.

"If you like alcohol, you can taste the alcohol; if you don't, it's just plain sweet water. It's suitable for both adults and children."

Afterwards, the mother and daughter sat on the ground and ate the delicious food while trembling.

After glancing at the portion sizes, Yan Huan gave them four more clumps of rice and two cans of food.

"Eat it all, eat it all."

He then began to tour the temple.

The temple was very large, and the interior space was also very complex.

Due to years of disrepair and the siege by the divine soldiers, the walls here have many large holes, and the ground still bears traces of rift valleys.

If you look carefully, you can also find items left behind by the priests of Janus.

A stool with a broken leg, a small basin with uneven surfaces, and a large pot with a hole in it.

Yan Huan rummaged through the clutter but found nothing edible.

Perhaps there were any before, but the refugees have been in the Abyss for some time now, and even if there were, they would have already crossed them.

"This pot is still usable, let's make them some hot soup."

Yan Huan pulled the large pot with a hole in it out of the pile of junk and blew off the dust.

After a quick cleaning, Yan Huan used a special substance to patch up the hole in the bottom of the pot.

Dragging the large iron pot back, and facing the gazes of the refugees, Yan Huan suggested:

"Since the campfire is burning anyway, why don't we cook something?"

Near the campfire, there were many opened cans of food, which were used for heating.

It's fair to say that there's no food left to cook here.

“But Lord Yan Huan, we don’t seem to have any ingredients that need processing, nor any clean water…” a man reminded us.

As for the contents of the canned food, they're already cooked, so it's a waste of time to deliberately boil them.

They're all refugees anyway, just warming themselves up by the campfire will do, what more could they want...

"Do the relatives of those punished by heaven have flesh?" Yan Huan suddenly wondered.

"No... They are creations made of stone by the Mad King, and cannot be eaten."

"emmmm..."

Yan Huan looked towards the temple gate.

It's hard to imagine that there are no wild animals in this desolate wilderness.

Chapter 1213 Do I Look Like an Idiot to You?

"Wait here, I'll go get you some ingredients from Ohmma."

As she spoke, Yan Huan placed the iron pot on the ground.

"We should be able to eat all the earth beast meat, right? And then let's get some other vegetables, and make a hot pot..."

"???" Some refugees immediately stood up excitedly.

Canned vegetables and rice, although they tasted really good and were enough to fill you up.

But if there were freshly made hot dishes... I wouldn't even dare to think about it.

Their current situation makes it hard for them to believe that not long ago they couldn't even afford to eat hard bread.