The cold moonlight scattered over the General’s mansion in Loushan City.

    At this moment, there was chaos inside the courtyard of the General’s mansion.

    The women screamed in terror, and the soldiers hurried forward, while General Wu shouted orders...

    The scene was almost a complete mess.

    Fortunately, as the demonic cultivator was captured, the situation was brought under control.

    When the chaos-causing demonic cultivator in Loushan City was subdued, everyone present let out a cheer.

    Even Fairy Liuli, with her usually cool gaze and indifferent demeanor, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing the demonic cultivator in chains.

    With this demonic cultivator captured, there was no longer a need to worry about the Demon-Suppressing Master from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau coming to Loushan City to wreak havoc.

    The city of Loushan, which was on the brink of destruction, was finally safe, and all its citizens were spared from disaster.

    Thinking of this, Fairy Liuli looked up at the figure standing nearby.

    The man was dressed in the dark uniform of a constable, and by rank and status, he was the lowest in the courtyard that day.

    However, it was thanks to him that they had overcome the dangers along the way.

    Without the help of this nameless constable, she might not have even made it into Loushan City and could have died in that inn outside the city.

    As Fairy Liuli thought this, the man in the dark constable uniform happened to turn around.

    His chiseled profile was slightly blurred in the candlelight as if veiled by a thin mist.

    Their eyes met, and the man gave a slight smile and nodded to Fairy Liuli.

    It was a simple gesture of greeting, but Fairy Liuli felt a sudden surge of emotion in her chest for some reason.

    She instinctively looked away.

    Fortunately, everyone’s attention was on the captured demonic cultivator, and no one noticed Fairy Liuli’s lapse in composure.

    After handing the demonic cultivator over to the soldiers present, the man crossed through the cheering crowd and came smiling to Fairy Liuli.

    “The matter here is resolved, so I must take my leave now.”

    Hearing the man’s farewell, Fairy Liuli was slightly taken aback.

    She was a bit surprised, “Lord Wuming, aren’t you staying?”

    The man’s smile was bright, “No, I have official duties to attend to. I’ll leave the rest to you, Fairy Liuli.”

    Without waiting for a response, the man in the constable uniform turned and walked away, heading straight for the courtyard exit.

    With one step, he seemed to shrink the ground beneath him, appearing several meters away in the blink of an eye, and quickly left the courtyard.

    His smiling appearance gave people a sense of friendliness, but among the Outer Sect’s stewards, this Steward Wang had the strongest hand.

    Anyone who dared to provoke him almost never ended well.

    However, the good news was that as long as you didn’t provoke him, Wang Pangzi was mostly easy to talk to most of the time.

    After handing over his identity token and spiritual tools, Li Muyang returned to his thatched cottage in a pleasant mood.

    The scent of cooking rice and stir-fried dishes wafted over from the neighboring courtyard. Guan Xiaoshun was already cooking.

    After entering his house, Li Muyang first opened the old wooden cabinet to make sure that the two jin of spiritual rice in his large bowl hadn’t been stolen, and then he could relax.

    Next came washing the rice and cooking it, all in one go.

    Too lazy to stir-fry any dishes, he quickly cooked a pot of rice and served it directly into a wooden bucket, sitting on the threshold and holding the bucket to eat.

    The high-grade spiritual rice produced soft, glutinous, and fragrant rice, which tasted much better than ordinary spiritual rice.

    Moreover, once spiritual rice was ingested, it would rapidly transform into pure spiritual energy that infused the limbs and bones, flowing into the meridians and nourishing the body.

    The cultivation of Li Muyang and his fellow Outer Sect disciples mainly relied on eating.

    The spiritual rice eaten would transform into spiritual energy circulating within the body, gradually converting into true cultivation without the need for active practice.

    —That was the idea, at least.

    After finishing his meal, Li Muyang was washing the pot when a continuous stream of spiritual energy surged from his stomach.

    Soon, he felt his entire body, all his limbs and bones, and all his meridians filled with spiritual energy.

    The immense amount of spiritual energy even caused him some pain.

    “What the hell... so much spiritual energy?”

    Li Muyang immediately put down what he was doing and began to meditate on the hard wooden bed, trying to regulate the vigorous spiritual energy within his body.

    Previously, after eating spiritual rice, he could only feel a little spiritual energy entering his body.

    If the spiritual energy provided by the spiritual rice he ate before was like a trickle from a small pipe, then the spiritual energy from the high-grade spiritual rice was like a flood breaking through a dam.

    Although he was mentally prepared for the potency of high-grade spiritual rice, this was still too much.

    Li Muyang continuously regulated the surging spiritual energy within his body, feeling almost overwhelmed by the energy filling his limbs and bones, and he keenly understood the gap between ordinary people and the scions of great clans.

    Those favored sons of heaven would gain an amount of spiritual energy from one meal of high-grade spiritual rice that would at least equal two months’ worth for an ordinary person!

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