Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

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"Immortal Master..."

A fierce-looking samurai clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Chen, "The charity distribution of Spirit Rice porridge from the nine large cauldrons has been completed!"

This Innate Cultivator, who was originally just a passerby, was moved by Wang Chen's act of distributing porridge to save the people and thus volunteered to help maintain order while also supervising the distribution of the Spirit Rice porridge.

"Good."

Wang Chen nodded, "Then cook another nine cauldrons."

Although the quantity of the nine cauldrons of Spirit Rice porridge was substantial, it could not satisfy all the refugees and beggars outside Dongwu Stockade city.

Many who arrived late were still queuing.

They held their bowls and pots expectantly, hoping Wang Chen would continue his charitable deeds.

Wang Chen did as they wished.

"Thank you, Immortal Master!"

"Immortal Master is merciful!"

"Immortal Master has shown great kindness and virtue; this humble one will never forget!"

The refugees immediately broke into thunderous cheers, overflowing with gratitude towards Wang Chen.

Immortal Masters are high above, and seldom do they show compassion to mortals like Wang Chen.

"Make way, make way!"

"Don't block the road!"

"Get out of the way!

Just as Wang Chen was about to pour the White Jade Rice into the stone cauldrons, a group of Cultivators burst forth menacingly, parting the crowd.

And appeared before him.

The surrounding refugees sensed trouble and hastily retreated, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

Only the fierce samurai stood by Wang Chen's side, clenching his fists tightly.

His blood was evidently still hot.

The leading Cultivator from the approaching group bellowed, "Fan, you've caused enough trouble, come with us!"

The Cultivators following behind him strategically spread out, forming a circle around Wang Chen.

These Loose Cultivators began gesturing with their spells, their greedy eyes fixated on the Storage Bag in Wang Chen's hand!
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Fortune tempts hearts; Spirit Rice is now more precious than Spirit Stones, and Wang Chen was distributing so much Spirit Rice to save lowly mortals, truly a waste of heavenly gifts.

As fellow Cultivators, it would be reasonable for them to intervene and prevent Wang Chen's foolish actions, right?

Wang Chen smiled.

He had painstakingly transformed stones into cauldrons and provided valuable Spirit Rice, but not merely for the sake of aiding refugees.

Wang Chen silently called up his Immortal Cultivation panel.

[Heavenly Merit (Fate-changing): 967]

Just short of 33 points and his Heavenly Merit would reach a thousand points, after which he could add 1 point to his Root Bone!

Heavenly Merit is harder to come by than Human Virtue.

Currently, it can only be obtained by killing, and specifically by killing Cultivators.

If these guys hadn't jumped in, it wouldn't have been easy for Wang Chen to gather these last thirty-something Heavenly Merit points.

One, two, three, four, five...

He counted; there were a total of seven of them, with Cultivation Realms ranging from Qi Cultivation Fourth Tier to Seventh Tier.

That should be enough!

The leading Cultivator, seeing Wang Chen's smile, suddenly had a sinking feeling in his heart.

He had a sudden premonition of imminent doom!

Without hesitation, he waved his hand fiercely and commanded, "Attack!"

The next moment, a flash of bright Sword Light instantly filled the vision of the Qi Cultivation Seventh Tier Cultivator.

Before he could react, he felt the world spin around him as he was involuntarily lifted into the air.

Then his consciousness plummeted into boundless darkness!

"Ah!"

With successive shrieks, the merciless sweep of the Flying Sword's light ruthlessly harvested the lives of the Loose Cultivators.

In the span of a breath, three Cultivators were decapitated, their heads all severed by the Flying Sword!

The one who acted was, of course, Wang Chen.

The technique he used was, of course, not the Wind Thunder Sword.

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This second-tier Spirit Sword was too easily exposed; once discovered by someone, it would draw the pursuit and retaliation of the powerhouses from Five Peaks Mountain, which was no joking matter.

Wang Chen used a Flying Sword he had captured, of a mid-grade first-tier level.

Although the Flying Sword was ordinary, his Sword Control Technique had already reached the Great Perfection stage, making it incredibly easy and straightforward to deal with these ghostly and demonic beings at close range, much like slicing melons and chopping vegetables.

[Heavenly Merit +7], [Heavenly Merit +5], [Heavenly Merit +4]…

Wang Chen's field of vision was flooded with notifications as his total Heavenly Merit neared the final assault on the thousand-point threshold.

Pop! Pop!

Two fireballs exploded on Wang Chen almost simultaneously, but only caused his Body Protection Magical Armor to ripple slightly.

Qi Cultivation ninth layer plus Great Perfection Spirit Light Shield Armor; ordinary spells or talisman attacks would need at least the time of one stick of incense to break through without Wang Chen resisting!

The work that even the elite disciples of the Inner Sect of Five Peaks Mountain couldn't handle, let alone these Loose Cultivators.

Realizing they had hit a wall, the surviving Loose Cultivators were extremely frightened and turned tail to run without another word.

There were many people around; as long as they darted into the crowd, they would be safe.

However, these Loose Cultivators had underestimated Wang Chen's sword speed!

Sword Light flashed three times continuously, piercing the bodies of three Loose Cultivators.

One of the Loose Cultivators had already reached the city gates but was still carried away by the chasing Flying Sword in one pass.

[Heavenly Merit +6]

This sudden battle terrified the bystanders, sending them screaming and crying as they scattered in all directions.

Each one wished they had grown more legs.

Even those carrying porcelain bowls and earthen pots hoping for some porridge to drink scattered like birds and beasts!

How the world has changed.

Wang Chen shook his head and recalled the Flying Sword that had just slain the last enemy.

[Heavenly Merit (Life-Changing): 1003]

Having finished off all seven Cultivators, his total Heavenly Merit naturally surged past the thousand-point threshold.

Physique, Root Bone, Comprehension, and Divine Soul, all four foundational attribute "+" signs lit up simultaneously.

It meant it was time to add points again.

Wang Chen was definitely going to increase his Root Bone, but now was not the opportune moment to do so.

He suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, gathered the seven corpses, and stripped off all their Storage Bags.

They were all Loose Cultivators, not sect disciples, so Wang Chen conveniently opened and checked the Storage Bags.

To his surprise, he found over a thousand jin of White Jade Rice inside!

Wang Chen had just cooked Spirit Rice porridge using only about two hundred jin of White Jade Rice.

What was this called?

This was called selfless dedication!

As for Spirit Stones, talismans, pills, etc., Wang Chen had grown numb to them and couldn't be bothered to count them carefully.

These Loose Cultivators, who bluffed and postured until they seemed more powerful than they were, actually had some possessions, which now all fell into Wang Chen's hands.

Wang Chen piled the corpses together and cast the Fire Crow Technique three times in a row.

"You're not bad," Wang Chen said, turning to the burly Samurai who had stood by his side the whole time: "What would you like?"

This Innate Martial Artist had been on his side from the start, facing an overwhelmingly larger number of opponents without flinching, and even though he hadn't played much of a role in the entire fight, Wang Chen felt he should still be rewarded.

The burly Samurai promptly gave a salute and said, "No reward for no merit, I dare not accept."

In reality, he had been completely astounded just now.

Wang Chen smiled and handed him an Essence Blood Protection Talisman.

He had stored several hundred jin of White Jade Rice in this Storage Talisman.

Consider it giving flowers to Buddha.

"You're in charge of the next batch of porridge," Wang Chen said.

Having achieved his goal, Wang Chen didn't want to stay any longer.

He placed an ample amount of Spirit Rice into the nine stone cauldrons and then left with ease.

During this process, the cultivators from the Guard Hall of Dongwu Stockade were nowhere to be seen!

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Here's the second update.

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