CHAPTER 379: CHAPTER 377: IMMORTAL?

Compared to the porridge distributions by various families in Yunyang City, these piles of firewood are the true relief in the snowstorm.

The commoners hurriedly moved the firewood home, and when the cold hearths reignited with roaring flames, countless people wept tears of gratitude.

No one knew where the firewood came from.

But all the families who received the firewood promptly set up ancestral tablets in their homes.

Yuan Bao, after completing his disaster relief efforts, sneaked back to the Yuan Family. Just as he slipped into the warm, cozy bed, noise erupted from outside.

Yet the Yuan Family slept soundly.

It was only the next morning that the family learned of the miracle that had happened in the city.

In fact, much of the firewood in her space was accumulated by Sheng Xueyi. Having returned to life, she naturally knew that this year’s heavy snow would be disastrous, so she began storing firewood in her space early. As for why, Yuan Bao did not know.

After all, Sheng Xueyi’s diary did not meticulously record everything.

Regardless of the reason, the firewood amassed by Sheng Xueyi saved quite a few lives.

"Even though you have a wicked heart, this deed can be considered an act of virtue!"

"If there truly is an underworld, this could be considered as you accumulating virtue there!"

As Yuan Bao left, he glanced at the sealed Sheng Family Villa next door and sighed in his heart.

Walking on the street again, Yuan Bao noticed more people than before. Originally, it was only the court officials who cleared the snow from the roads outside the city. Now, the citizens of the city had spontaneously come out to help clear the snow.

When Yuan Bao reached the Wei Family, he heard his godmother talking about the events outside, about who had placed so much firewood on the streets. The opinions varied greatly.

But ultimately, they all attributed it to the work of an immortal.

After all, in one night, even the greatest of warriors couldn’t transport so much firewood.

"Godmother, could it really be an immortal?"

Yuan Bao naturally echoed the common sentiment.

Mrs. Wei Shen shrugged and said, "Who knows?"

"Godmother, if it really is an immortal, where do they live? Has anyone ever seen an immortal?"

"Yeah, mom, what do immortals look like?"

Wei Qiqi and Yuan Bao instantly turned into two curious children.

Immortals!

Only seen in books and heard in tales passed down.

Not only Yuan Bao and Wei Qiqi were curious, but no one in the world wouldn’t be.

"You two, don’t ask me, I don’t know either!"

Mrs. Wei Shen also wanted to know if immortals truly existed. If they did, where did they live, and what did they do?

Of course, the most important thing is whether they, too, could become immortals.

Yet, from ancient times, through dynasties, countless emperors searched for immortals but found no evidence.

But if it wasn’t immortals, how could the city’s firewood be explained?

While Yuan Bao was casually chatting with Mrs. Wei Shen, Zuo Zhikang, the guard of Yunyang City, was already arranging people to thoroughly investigate the source of the firewood within the city.

When the heavy snow stopped, and the snow on the road melted, the miraculous event in Yunyang City needed to be reported.

If the source of the firewood couldn’t be determined, then the explanation would have to involve the immortal theory.

If Emperor Xia were to develop an interest in seeking immortals and gods due to this event, it wouldn’t bode well for Daxia’s governance and stability.

However, Zuo Zhikang was destined to find no clues.

The firewood indeed appeared out of nowhere.

Moved out from the space, naturally leaving no trace of transport.

And the small footprints Yuan Bao left while walking had long been covered by the many footprints of passersby.

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Yuan Bao wasn’t aware that the city guard was investigating everything. She played at the Wei Family for half a day and then strolled leisurely back to the Yuan Family, choosing to walk this time.

Because the city now had enough firewood, and the continuous snowfall showed signs of stopping, the citizens’ faces were brimming with joy.

Yuan Bao felt quite pleased.

This heavy snowstorm likely affected more than just Yunyang City, but the only city Yuan Bao could save was Yunyang.

She ultimately wasn’t a savior, nor a true immortal; she couldn’t save everyone.

Returning home, Yuan Bao encountered Mrs. Xiao Li.

As before, Mrs. Xiao Li now treated Yuan Bao with utmost respect, having fully adopted the formal address of "Jiafu Village Chief" for her.

Since Mrs. Xiao Li wished to act this way, Yuan Bao saw no reason to change anything.

After a brief greeting, Yuan Bao returned to her own courtyard.

Originally, she had thought about visiting Mrs. Zeng’s courtyard, but Mrs. Xiao Li’s arrival made her abandon that idea.

"Fourth Daughter-in-law, on such a cold day, you shouldn’t be bringing Shouxing over every day. If he catches a cold, it wouldn’t be good!"

Seeing Mrs. Xiao Li come again, Mrs. Zeng kindly offered advice.

Before the families separated, this daughter-in-law hadn’t shown such dedication.

Now, Mrs. Zeng couldn’t fathom what Mrs. Xiao Li truly wanted. Day after day, she didn’t seem to tire.

However, such things, Mrs. Zeng couldn’t outright say.

She was a mother-in-law and had always been a gentle one, treating all her daughters-in-law with a usually amiable attitude.

It was only when Mrs. Xiao Li was harsh to Yuan Bao that Mrs. Zeng showed a bit of temper.

Now, with Mrs. Xiao Li acting all obedient and dutiful, what reason did Mrs. Zeng have to scold her?

One might say Mrs. Xiao Li was just putting on a show.

But then, where was the evidence?

Mrs. Zeng was not Mrs. Wei Shen!

Mrs. Wei Shen sometimes acted without needing evidence because her status afforded her such a privilege. Even if someone was wronged, it didn’t matter.

But Mrs. Zeng was not like Mrs. Wei Shen, and even if she were to gain Mrs. Wei Shen’s status someday, she likely wouldn’t act the same.

Her heart wasn’t that hard.

"Mother, I know how to keep Shouxing warm and won’t let him catch a cold."

Mrs. Xiao Li graciously accepted Mrs. Zeng’s well-intended advice.

"Mother, have you heard about what’s happening on the streets?"

"Do you think it was really the work of an immortal?"

Mrs. Xiao Li swiftly changed the topic, engaging Mrs. Zeng in a discussion about last night’s sudden appearance of firewood on the streets. This quickly diverted Mrs. Zeng’s attention.

Supernatural phenomena like this were always intriguing to someone of Mrs. Zeng’s age.

While the two were fervently discussing the events, Yuan Bao was in a daze.

Because she discovered that her space had undergone some peculiar changes.

To be precise, a strangely shaped incense burner had appeared in the little courtyard house of her space. But instead of emitting wisps of smoke, it exhaled a mystical fog, from which strands of mist rose.

Moreover, the incense burner had accumulated a small pool of liquid inside.

Yuan Bao instinctively took a sniff of the aroma, feeling instantly refreshed, as though renewed.