Douluo: I Have an Unnamed Law

Chapter 153 Nine-Hearted Begonia Ye Renxin

"Please give me some instructions, Master." Gu Han said respectfully.

"In the Xingluo Empire, a severe earthquake struck Xingluo City, followed by a spring snowfall. There are now countless refugees, and people are dying every day. If this continues for a long time, I'm afraid a plague will break out."

"Master, do you want me and my senior sister to take people to comfort the refugees?" Gu Han naturally understood what Qian Xunji meant.

"Ah."

Qian Xunji nodded slightly and said, "Indeed, our Spirit Hall has stood firm on the continent for nearly ten thousand years, relying on the support of the civilian spirit masters of the continent. Now that the people are suffering from the disaster, our Spirit Hall will naturally come forward to comfort the refugees."

"This time, I hope that you two, the senior sister and brother, will lead one hundred healing spirit masters, cotton clothes, tents, food, herbs, etc. to Xingluo City to provide disaster relief."

As he spoke, Qian Xunji slowly walked down from above and handed a list to Gu Han.

Gu Han looked down at the list in his hand, his brows raised slightly. Such a large amount of food was actually provided, but considering that it was disaster relief food for the people of the entire city, Gu Han felt that it was still not enough.

Xingluo City, Gu Han had been there during his travels. It was a big city located in the eastern part of the Xingluo Empire. The population in the city alone reached one million, and with the villages outside the city, the number of people would be even greater.

Although the Spirit Hall is a powerful force, it is indeed inferior to the two great empires in terms of food resources. Being able to provide so much can be said to be the most benevolent thing it can do.

"Xiao Han, Dong'er, when you get there, you'll need to act according to the circumstances. Whatever you decide to do, the Spirit Hall will support you."

Qianxunji patted Gu Han's shoulder with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Gu Han's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded thoughtfully.

"Master, don't worry. My senior sister and I understand."

"Okay, everything is ready. You and Dong'er should go to the south gate of Wuhun City to meet up with the team."

Seeing that Gu Han had taken note of his words, Qianxunji smiled with satisfaction and signaled that the two could set off.

"it is good."

The two senior sisters and brothers nodded and turned to leave.

The two of them arrived outside the south gate, where a large number of soul masters had already gathered, and carts of resources were neatly lined up waiting there.

With such a large scale of transportation resources, even the Spirit Hall, with its vast wealth, could not prepare enough soul guides and could only use horse-drawn carriages for transportation.

There were also two thousand guards accompanying him, most of whom were soul masters.

"Your Highness the Saint, Your Highness the Saint."

The leader is an old acquaintance, the future Tiandou Platinum Bishop Salas, who is now just a high-level Soul Sage.

"Well, everything has been checked out. Is there any problem?"

Gu Han nodded slightly, and while asking, he also used his mental power to check the situation of the disaster relief food and grass, and found no problem.

"Your Highness, everything is ready and we can set off now." Sarath replied respectfully.

"In that case, let's go." Gu Han nodded slightly.

"Okay." Sarath nodded and glanced at one of the golden-armored guards.

The guard immediately understood, waved his hand and shouted to the team:

"set off!"

Since it is a large-scale expedition, it will inevitably take a lot of time.

We also need to consider weather and other issues along the way to prevent the food from getting wet by rain or snow and becoming moldy.

Also make sure to reach your destination as quickly as possible.

This is a great test of a person's leadership ability.

That is, when the Spirit Hall and others set out, the major sects also responded to the influence of the Spirit Hall and prepared disaster relief supplies to go to Xingluo City.

Tiandou and Xingluo did not have a good relationship, but out of humanity, they offered symbolic condolences and sent some food, which was already moldy.

On the other hand, in Xingluo City, the local kingdom and Xingluo nobles had already begun disaster relief efforts.

They set up some soup kitchen stalls outside the city. Why did they do that?
The main purpose is to prevent public resentment and chaos.

Moreover, except for the nobles' houses which were sturdy and had not collapsed much, the rest of the houses were basically not in good condition.

"Sir, there are probably many people trapped under the rubble in the city, and we don't have enough manpower."

A young soul master walked up to the local city lord and explained the current situation with a worried look on his face.

Upon hearing this, the city lord simply glanced at the other party and said, "It's okay, we'll just do our best. By the way, call Manager Zhang."

"it is good."

The young man responded and left. Not long after, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar trotted over and bowed respectfully.

"Lord City Lord."

"Well, read me the disaster records."

"it is good."

Manager Zhang nodded and flipped open his notebook. "Because the earthquake occurred late at night, the damage is very severe. Currently, not counting those in other villages, there are almost 300,000 people missing in the city."

"so much?"

The man frowned slightly. "Yes, Lord City Lord."

"How long will it take for the Empire to arrive?"

"It will take about half a month."

Upon hearing this, the city lord frowned slightly and said, "Write, there were 3,000 casualties, the treasury lost 50 million gold soul coins, and 90% of the food and grass needed for disaster relief has rotted and is inedible."

"what?"

Manager Zhang looked up in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if he was meeting the city lord for the first time.

City Lord Wang gave the other person a dangerous look and said, "What? Write it down."

"But...what if the Empire discovers..."

"empire?"

City Lord Wang sneered and said, "Do you think the lives of these lowly people are more important, or the interests of the noble soul masters in the city?"

"For the lives of some untouchables, they squandered all the food and property we had accumulated over the years. Do they really deserve it?"

"Besides, do you think the Empire will offend the spirit masters of us in Starfall City for these untouchables?"

"This……"

Manager Zhang fell silent. It seemed that this was indeed the case. It did not seem worthwhile to sacrifice the wealth accumulated by the soul masters and nobles over many years or even generations for the sake of some ordinary citizens.

"What's this? Why don't you write it down?"

City Lord Wang glared at the other party angrily.

"Yes, yes, I'll write it right away, I'll write it right away..."

Manager Zhang responded repeatedly, tore up the records he had written before, and recorded them again according to what City Lord Wang said.

"Then will we still save those refugees?"

"Of course we have to save them, but we can't control whether they are alive or dead."

City Lord Wang narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of ruthlessness in his voice.

Outside the city, the refugees who had barely escaped the disaster were now queuing in front of the few porridge stalls to receive food.

An old man with disheveled hair and a dirty face walked to the porridge stall carrying a broken bowl, handed it out, and looked expectantly at the soldiers who were distributing porridge.

The soldier glanced at the other person, took the bowl, and served him a bowl of porridge that was as thick as boiled water, with only a few grains of rice in it.

"This... Sir, why are there so few people today?"

The old man looked surprised. Although the porridge in the past two days was also very thin, at least there was still grain at the bottom of the bowl. But today it suddenly turned into "plain water". The difference was really too big.

The soldier glanced at the other person irritably and waved his hand: "Go away, eat if you want, there's a group of people queuing behind you."

The old man was frightened and dared not say a word. He could only walk away with his back hunched.

Everyone had a worried look on their face when they saw today's "porridge", but they were surrounded by guarding soldiers and even soul masters, so no one dared to complain and could only drink the "porridge" obediently.

This situation lasted for only two days, and many people froze to death on the streets outside the city.

These people who had frozen to death, as well as some who were about to freeze to death, were carried away by the soldiers and thrown into a large pit dug in the west of the city and burned.

It was today that a kind old man came here under the protection of several soul masters.

The old man looked at the people huddled together outside the city, dressed in rags and with disheveled hair, and a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

"Divine Doctor Ye, we have arrived at Xingluo City."

One of the soul masters, whose cultivation level was high enough to that of a Soul Emperor, spoke to the old man very respectfully.

Ye Renxin nodded slightly, and a beautiful crabapple flower appeared in his hand.

This martial soul is the most powerful martial soul with the strongest healing effect on the continent, the Nine-Hearted Begonia. As long as there is a Nine-Hearted Begonia soul master, it is difficult to die unless you are killed instantly.

And there are no restrictions. As long as you have enough talent, you can become a Titled Douluo.

It’s a pity that only two flowers can appear at the same time in one era, otherwise the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower might have to give way.

"The seventh soul skill, martial soul true form!"

Ye Renxin's voice is deep, powerful, and has a special magnetism, giving people a very reassuring feeling.

The Nine-Hearted Begonia blossomed with dazzling light of life, which fell on everyone outside the city, making their faces rosy.

"Thank you, Master Soul Master, for saving my life. Master Soul Master, please be merciful."

The people were pulled back from the brink of death and knelt down in gratitude.

However, there were still too many people. Even though Ye Renxin had reached level 80, he was still unable to withstand long-term consumption. Soon his soul power could not hold on, and his martial soul was forced to dissolve.

"Cough cough!!"

Ye Renxin suddenly started coughing violently, and a look of weakness appeared on his face.

But after seeing and hearing the people's voices of gratitude, a kind smile appeared at the corner of Ye Renxin's mouth.

(End of this chapter)