The End of Dharma 40K: My Evil God Wife Feeds Me to Prove My Emperorship

Li Mingyu nodded slightly: "Understood, thank you for the reminder."

The Lingbao Chamber of Commerce is one of the four major chambers of commerce in the present dynasty.

Miss Lin? Could she be a direct descendant of a branch of the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce?

Judging from his two-meter height, he's at least at the fifth level of the Spirit Awakening Realm, and possibly even the Qi Refining stage. Ordinary women are generally shorter and smaller, so at the same height and build, female cultivators often have higher cultivation levels than male cultivators.

He looked to be in his early twenties. To have reached the fifth level of the Spirit Awakening Realm at such a young age speaks volumes about his social status.

the other side.

Looking at the reactions of the refugees, the woman in the green dress realized that the handsome young man who was slightly shorter than her was the leader.

She looked at Li Mingyu's fair face, his dirty clothes with dried bloodstains, and especially the fact that the fabric at the cuffs and waist was too short, and she was puzzled.

Cultivators are not ordinary people. Even if they are poor, it is usually because they are short of spiritual resources. They would almost never have such an ill-fitting situation in terms of clothing.

It is also possible that the original clothing was damaged in the explosion.

But if his clothes were damaged in the explosion, why was there not a single scratch on his body?

Moreover, she always felt that the boy in front of her was unusual.

The boy's eyes were very beautiful, with a subtle attraction in his gaze that seemed to draw away and devour even the light around his eyebrows and eyes.

She even felt that the sun in the sky dimmed for a moment as the boy blinked.

wrong.

It's clear that the boy is absorbing all the light in the world.

With each breath.

The refugees standing behind the boy were all gradually losing their color, slowly disappearing into the darkness.

Only the boy stood still, his figure exceptionally clear, embodying all the brightness of the world.

Then, she felt a sudden pause in her throat, and a suffocating sensation as if her throat was being choked appeared intermittently.

This subtle discomfort made her a little nervous, but at the same time, she felt that time was slowing down and stopping because of the boy in front of her, as if it were frozen. It was very strange, very dazed, and also very comfortable.

Just as this subtle feeling was gradually building up and about to reach its peak, a gentle breeze swept by, carrying a slight chill.

She shivered and came to her senses.

The strange feeling from before vanished without a trace, and the boy in front of me became ordinary again, except that he looked more handsome in the dazzling sunlight.

"Sister, sister..."

The boy's voice gradually became clearer in her ears. She took a breath, relaxed, and looked at the boy again.

The boy smiled broadly, his voice still somewhat childish, and said:

"Sister, we are refugees, refugees from the train bombing."

"Oh, I heard about that too. I heard there were quite a few casualties at the scene."

The woman in the green dress gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her expression returning to its usual aloofness.

"It just so happens that we were already providing relief to refugees here. As soon as I heard the news, I immediately made some arrangements for the refugees. There are clothes and food available. You can take what you need. Oh, by the way, you still need to cooperate with the Prefect to do some basic accident investigation and statistics."

This Miss Lin had actually made arrangements in advance to provide relief to the refugees.

Li Mingyu pondered for a moment. Without a cultivator's certificate, there was no hope of settling down in the city. If he didn't do something soon, he was afraid his aunt would have to go into the city alone today.

He took a small step forward and whispered:

"Sister, you're very pretty. May I ask your name?"

The woman in the green dress frowned slightly. She always disliked any man getting close to her, but then she was surprised to find that she didn't dislike the boy in front of her. So, looking at the boy's slightly immature face, she replied:

"Lin Yishi".

"Okay, Sister Lin, my name is Li Mingyu."

Li Mingyu took another step back, looking aggrieved, and said:

"Sister Lin, we are truly survivors. It's not easy to get here alive. What kind of follow-up treatment or compensation is there?"

Lin Yishi sighed and said softly:

"You've suffered, and this accident is indeed very sad, but the Prefectural Governor will investigate thoroughly. As for the property damage... I'm afraid there's nothing we can do."

She hesitated for a moment, but still asked with concern:

Are you hurt?

Li Mingyu: "It's okay, Sister Lin, I was just caught in the blast wave."

Wei Kun: "I'm not kidding, I really can't stand it anymore. This guy surnamed Li is disgusting. His mouth is so oily, calling me 'sister' all the time. Why is he so rude to me?"

Wang Chen: "Wei Kun, are you as pretty as her? You're just daydreaming. Otherwise, how do you expect Ming Yu to call you?"

Wei Kun: "Call me father."

Wang Chen: "Uh..."

Lin Yishi nodded:

"Okay, that's good."

Li Mingyu ignored Wei Wang and his companion. The woman before him was of considerable status, and if he pleaded with her, he might be able to resolve the matter of the lost cultivator's credentials.

If pleading doesn't work, then there probably won't be any other turning point today. We can only gamble that Lin Yishi is genuinely doing good deeds and is willing to lend a helping hand to the unfortunate refugees.

Li Mingyu paused, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back, tears glistening in his eyes.

Seeing his distressed expression, Lin Yishi asked with concern:

Are there any other difficulties?

Li Mingyu nodded quickly, his voice trembling slightly as he said:

"Sister Lin, to be honest, my cultivator's certificate... was blown up and I don't know what to do. I know bronze craftsmanship, and I'm very capable. I don't know if I can..."

Lin Yishi breathed a sigh of relief and interrupted with a smile:

"That's easy."

Then he gently waved to his side and behind him, calling out:

"Xiao Liu, come here."

Upon hearing the sound, a young man stopped what he was doing and jogged over.

He wore a long, fine silk robe with a high collar, embroidered with birds and flowers. He glanced at the large group of refugees with surprise, then cupped his hands in greeting to Lin Yishi:

"Miss Lin, what can I do for you?"

Lin Yishi gestured with her eyes and said calmly:

"This young man's name is Li Mingyu. He has lost his cultivator's certificate. You happen to be in the Household Registration Office of the Prefectural Palace. Please help him settle his affairs later."

"Got it, I'll take care of it," the young man replied decisively. He knew in his heart that the so-called "settling in" meant taking care of all the issues, including household registration and employment.

Lin Yishi nodded, signaling the young man to continue with his work, then looked at Li Mingyu:

"After we're done with our work, you can follow this Liu Xianli; he can help you solve your problems."

"Uh-huh."

There is a household registration office in each of the three districts of Gudu: the lower district, the central district, and the upper district. This official surnamed Liu works in the household registration office of the upper district, and his status is extraordinary.

"Thank you, Sister Lin."

Li Mingyu made no attempt to hide her gratitude, thanking Lin Yishi repeatedly and calling her "Sister Lin" at every turn, even trying to make Lin Yishi happy.

They quickly became acquainted as they chatted.

Lin Yishi asked curiously:

"Hey, why are those refugees following you?"

Li Mingyu smiled brightly:

"It's nothing, just some desperate vagrants and bandits, a small conflict occurred, and it ended up like this after it was resolved."

"Bandits... I understand." Lin Yishi thought for a moment, then her eyes crinkled into a smile:

"You're quite tall. What's your cultivation level now?"

Li Mingyu revealed a simple, honest smile:

"My cultivation level is not high, mainly because I was born with a large physique."

Lin Yishi smiled gently:

"Oh, I see. That makes sense then. By the way, how much do you know about the cause of the train explosion?"

Li Mingyu pondered and recalled:

"I wasn't there at the time, and I haven't heard the specifics from anyone else."