CHAPTER 140: CHAPTER 140 MASTER AND DISCIPLE (FIFTH UPDATE)

"Grandma, are you so hungry that you’ve gone mad?" The young man thought, how could it rain food from the sky? Clearly, not even a raindrop was willing to fall.

However, in the next second, his eyes widened because, starting from above the altar, it seemed as if the sky had a hole, and more and more white grains of rice were falling, landing on his head, clothes, the ground, and even into the cracks of the parched earth.

"Food! Falling from the sky..." He was excited and wanted to shout but suddenly thought of something. He hurriedly took off his clothes to sweep up the rice from the ground and stuff it inside. "Grandma, stop praying and quickly grab the food! If others find out, we’ll be at a big loss. This is all thanks to your prayers!"

The old Priest coldly watched her grandson and reminded, "The mercy of the gods is not to be hoarded. In the face of disaster, even if others starve to death, how will your stored food help you endure the long years of hunger?"

Watching the snow-white grains descend from the sky, she slowly collected the rice from the altar and savored it in her mouth, while her grandson frantically stuffed it into his clothes, even trying to scrape out those that fell into the ground’s cracks.

"The entire village has rice; go collect it instead of hoarding. Why scrape out those few grains from the cracks? If you eat them all, where will the rice grow in the future? This is the gods’ mercy, leaving seeds for our village. Go, gather enough from our yard to eat. Since the gods have responded to us, it means we haven’t been abandoned and can pray again in due time."

The young man clearly wasn’t willing to listen to any of this; all he could think about was quickly collecting all the rice and hiding it to consume slowly!

Cheering erupted from the village, and the once lifeless world came alive at the sight of hope.

Under the brilliant sunlight, the small village, surrounded by mountains, survived on the irregularly shaped remnants of the world, lonely and aimlessly drifting.

"Huh? Wait a minute!" Jiang Yuan noticed his increased Faith Value, finding it a bit strange.

The public order meant that the other party couldn’t afford the goods, with the system making up the price, dropping rare materials randomly. Requesting white rice and raw rice without paying, yet providing Faith Value... could it be that the order was fulfilled by the system for some disaster-stricken refugees?

Otherwise, who would readily ask for several bowls of rice or a large pile of raw rice?

His gaze then fell on an order needing iron ingots and feed, feeling confused again, had he guessed wrong?

Food and grain for support were understandable, but what about these iron ingots and little feed? Were they being recycled to the system to help him fake transactions?

Unable to figure it out, Jiang Yuan simply gave up thinking.

No feed was available at the moment, but the order had a long validity period, so he could wait a bit.

The last order was slightly outrageous, requiring thirty torches. Yet, it wasn’t difficult to complete since the raw materials were wood, dry grass, and fiber, all found in the workbench’s crafting section, simply clicking to create a basic torch without knowing how long it would last.

Though such crafts that could be made by hand also needed assistance, it wouldn’t make sense, and he felt that perhaps the system was helping him fake transactions to increase his income, providing more motivation to be "addicted to the game."

The rewards from the orders exceeded his expectations, casually opening the first random Treasure Chest with a click, his account showing +500 Spirit Stones.

"Not bad, not bad, guess I should quickly repair the warehouse. Planting more grain this time would ensure the Storage Box won’t run short." Contentedly leaving the Floating Market, Jiang Yuan took ample materials to first repair the warehouse.

[Repair Materials Needed: WoodX200; PlanksX150; SlimeX50; Iron IngotsX20; Moon in the WaterX1, proceed with repair?]

Clicking to choose repair, he watched as the large hole in the dilapidated wooden warehouse began to mend, planks automatically adhering with some knocking about, the walls no longer drafty at last.

Within seconds, as the progress bar completed, the primary warehouse matched the unified style of other primary buildings, unassuming yet usable.

Stepping inside, the exterior looked small and squalid, yet thanks to the special material Moon in the Water, it turned out to be extremely vast, filled with wooden shelves.

The left side was for storing agricultural products, the right side for pastoral products, easily moved with a click and drag to the inventory slots, no hard labor needed.

Taking advantage, Jiang Yuan organized his Storage Box supplies, transporting a large number of cherries, strawberries, and long-grained rice to the warehouse, instantly clearing up the Storage Bag and Box.

Seizing the time before the Wilderness arrived, he chopped some bamboo and wood, finally gathering enough materials to repair both the poultry house and animal shed before nightfall. Repairing the slaughterhouse still lacked several dozen iron ingots, but Jiang Yuan decided to go on a quest to Riverfront Village early the next morning, mining in the Old Dragon Cave afterward.

This time, having the pangolin’s assistance should make it faster, and once enough iron ingots were gathered, the slaughterhouse could be operational, raising chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle, and sheep would be a delight!

When the Wilderness descended, he didn’t rush to take his contract pet outside but first emptied the unlocked Eagle Twenty-One’s Storage Bag into his possession.

A Secret Technique Manual titled "Black Flame Storm"; a pile of approximately several thousand Spirit Stones; two whips made from simple Steel Whip Rat Tails, and some miscellaneous minor items.

Jiang Yuan, concerned that Yun Mo might recognize a subordinate’s Storage Bag and feel distressed, handed over the Flame Rat leader’s bag to his apprentice, along with a hundred Spirit Stones for cultivation.

"Ah? Such a valuable thing, Master wants to give it to me?" Initially oblivious to the Storage Bag’s wonders, Wan Mingchuan was always curious why things in his master’s hand disappeared, and what he needed casually manifested.

Upon realizing such a magical object existed in the world, he was astonished and envious, yet never dared to hope that he might own a Storage Bag himself someday. After all, the very thought of it indeed held immense value!

Holding the gray bag in both hands, Wan Mingchuan trembled with excitement.

"Let your Brother Long teach you how to imprint the seal, it’ll make carrying things very convenient in the future." Jiang Yuan saw that the system details indicated cultivators could imprint to avoid losing items, though he wasn’t sure how to proceed, leaving it to be taught by Xiao Bai.

Patting him on the shoulder for encouragement, "Use the Spirit Stones in the Storage Bag for cultivation. Once you’re done learning the Heaven-Burning Scripture, I’ll give you a Fire Element Technique for further study."

"Thud!"

Wan Mingchuan, overwhelmed and unable to express his emotions, immediately kneeled, "Master! Wuwu... I must have done enough good deeds in my past life to be under your tutelage this lifetime. Master, you’re so good to me, thank you! I will strive to cultivate diligently and repay you in the future, even if it means being an ox or horse for you!"

Unexpectedly, a gifted Storage Bag boosted his disciple’s favorability directly beyond two diamonds and hearts, leaving Jiang Yuan to lift him up, "Diligent cultivation is expected, there’s no need for repayment as an ox or horse. As long as you develop your skills and can protect yourself during your trials, I’ll be very satisfied."

Initially, he considered joking about keeping his disciple’s mishaps secret, but seeing the emotionally charged atmosphere, he refrained.

Meanwhile, the already melancholic Yun Mo was touched, tucking his head under his wing, possibly reminded of sad past events; Bai Yunqi rarely taught him sincerely, showing him how to imprint and use the item.

As Jiang Yuan adjusted the supplies in the Storage Box of the thatch-roofed house, his scarlet eyes narrowed, speaking quietly, "Little Chu, do you truly wish to repay your master?"

Receiving a definite answer, Bai Yunqi, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, whispered a suggestion into his ear...