In the yard filled with the rich aroma of cooked rice, Li Muyang sat on the edge of his cottage with a big bowl brimming with rice, enjoying his dinner accompanied by pickled vegetables.

    Normally, he would be willing to stir-fry a couple of dishes to go with his meal, but now he was too busy playing games and wanted to quickly finish eating to continue the tutorial.

    After all, the spiritual rice was very fragrant, and even with just pickled vegetables, it was extremely delicious.

    The light from the oil lamp inside the house cast a long shadow of him on the ground in front of the door.

    A neighbor passing by the doorway looked at this scene with some surprise: “Brother Li, you’re having dinner so late.”

    The neighbor was a skinny young lad, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with dark skin and thin, always smiling and very easy to get along with.

    Li Muyang remembered his name was Guan Xiaoshun, a youth from a small town in the southern part of the Demon Refining Sect’s territory.

    He had a talent for cultivation but not much, so he could only be an Outer Sect disciple.

    But then again, how many disciples in the Outer Sect had high cultivation talent?

    Seeing Guan Xiaoshun’s smiling face, Li Muyang also greeted him cheerfully.

    Guan Xiaoshun stood at the courtyard entrance and chatted with Li Muyang for a bit.

    Looking at the huge bowl in front of Li Muyang, he remarked, “Brother Li, your appetite seems to be getting bigger and bigger lately. Be careful not to run out of spiritual rice.”

    “I heard from the stewards that if we Qi Refining practitioners get cut off from our supply of spiritual rice, our spiritual energy can decline and our cultivation level can regress,” Guan Xiaoshun half-jokingly reminded Li Muyang.

    Although Guan Xiaoshun was young, he had arrived at the Demon Refining Sect a year earlier than Li Muyang.

    Li Muyang’s original body had died just a month after joining the Demon Refining Sect, and then Li Muyang had transmigrated over.

    So in terms of seniority, Li Muyang was the newcomer in the Demon Refining Sect.

    Hearing Guan Xiaoshun’s reminder, Li Muyang sighed and said, “There’s no helping it. My appetite has been increasing recently, and I can’t feel full without eating more. I’ll have to find the steward in a few days to ask for more work so that I can get more spiritual rice.”

    Li Muyang had no control over the growth of his appetite.

    For a low-level cultivator like him, the importance of spiritual rice was no less than that of food for ordinary people. One can go without being full, but problems would arise without it.

    While running out of spiritual rice wouldn’t starve him to death, losing its nourishment would indeed have a negative impact on his body and cultivation.

    For him now, securing spiritual rice was an urgent matter.

    If it weren’t for the game system having finished loading, Li Muyang would have to go find the steward for extra chores tomorrow.

    Of course, if this game system couldn’t help Li Muyang... no, it’s probably able to help!

    After bidding farewell to Guan Xiaoshun, Li Muyang refilled his bowl twice and finished off a whole pot of spiritual rice before he finally felt full.

    “This appetite is a bit strange...”

    Now, standing on the roof of the carriage, he kept a vigilant watch in all directions, ready to activate his time-stop ability at any moment.

    Inside the carriage, the guide was astonished.

    “Something’s wrong?”

    The guide with a green health bar lifted the curtain to look outside. “What’s happening out there?”

    As the curtain was lifted, a faint smell of blood wafted through the air, and the city streets appeared deserted and cold.

    Li Muyang, standing on the roof, frowned as he scanned the area.

    He knew danger was imminent, but up to this moment, everything in the city seemed normal to his eyes.

    He couldn’t detect any danger at all.

    If there was anything unusual, perhaps it was that the scent of blood in the air had grown slightly stronger?

    Li Muyang’s gaze was alert.

    The next second, a massive tremor struck the carriage without warning.

    But this time, Li Muyang was prepared.

    Despite the abruptness of the attack, he successfully activated time-stop the moment the tremor occurred.

    Instantly, everything lost its color, and the world turned into monochromatic shades of black and white.

    Li Muyang stood on the tilted roof of the carriage, surprised to see that within the frozen time, the air of Loushan City was filled with a strange mist.

    Within this mist emerged the huge and terrifying head of a monster invisible to the ordinary eye, its gaping maw blocking the path of the carriage.

    Its ferocious mouth, bristling with sharp teeth, was at least five meters high, seemingly larger than the carriage carrying the three passengers.

    The three sitting in the carriage now appeared as if they were deliberately delivering themselves into the monster’s mouth.

    The monster’s razor-sharp teeth arrayed in two fearsome rows almost touched Li Muyang’s face.

    Seeing all this, Li Muyang nearly had his heart stop from the shock.

    —Where the hell did this monster come from? And it’s so huge?

    He was astonished by the sight of the giant creature that had emerged from the air.

    Did this thing really just pop out of thin air?

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