In the refugee camp, Long Fei had people hang the plaque of "Great rcy and Great Virtue Grandmaster," granted by Empress Wu, above the soup kitchen.
Whenever there were reporters from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, whether from official families or the public, he would make them work on-site for three days before speaking.
These people ended up serving as free labor, giving Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya so much-needed leisure.
The soup kitchen went from having ten large iron pots to now having a hundred.
Originally, it served one al a day, but now it’s two.
With the help of the Refugees Mutual Aid Association, the refugees could practically achieve total self-sufficiency.
In such an environnt, new babies were born in the refugee camp.
Though life is not as good as it used to be, there are finally smiles on their faces.
After lunch, Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya assisted and directed the won on the assembly line to wash the dishes.
Nowadays, everyone eats without needing to bring anything.
Their dishes are all communal, cleaned by designated personnel in an assembly line fashion.
Soone passes the dishes and chopsticks, others clean the chopsticks, and others wash the bowls before designated personnel transport and store them.
At this mont, Zhizhi ran up and tugged on Long Fei’s clothes, shouting at him, "Dad, a big brother is looking for you. He said he’s a Disciple of Mount Shu."
Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya had already adopted Zhizhi, who just erged from the shadow of losing her mother.
Wearing new clothes, she appeared particularly sweet and cute.
Usually, she helps Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya with their work and assists in serving food when it’s busy.
Long Fei wiped his hands and went over with Zhizhi.
During his ti in the refugee camp, he had not yet interacted with people from Mount Shu.
Going over to see, he realized it was Xu Xuan.
Standing alone outside the fence, upon seeing Long Fei, he quickly clasped his hands in salute, saying, "Greetings, Senior Long!"
Long Fei chuckled lightly, "We’re about the sa age, just call a fellow Daoist."
"Alright then!"
Xu Xuan nodded, slightly embarrassed.
After all, this man had defeated his uncle.
In the Cultivation World, strength is all that matters, and by strength alone, Long Fei was indeed a senior.
Bringing Zhizhi, Long Fei asked him, "What brings you to ?"
Xu Xuan replied, "Well, Shu State has fallen into a Demon Calamity, and everyone is contributing to help it. We at Mount Shu are dispatching disciples to eliminate demons everywhere. I’m not good at fighting, so I’d like to open a clinic here to do sothing for the refugees."
"Clinic?"
Long Fei laughed at him, "Is it just to open a clinic?"
Xu Xuan awkwardly said, "Of course!"
Long Fei teased, "Isn’t it for Lady Suzhen?"
Xu Xuan’s fair face suddenly turned even redder, quickly defending, "That’s part of the reason, but more so for treating the refugees."
Long Fei laughed loudly, patting his shoulder, "It’s alright, you don’t have to explain. As long as you’re here for the refugees, you’re always welco. You’ve co at the right ti; we currently need doctors here. I’ll have soone find a place for you to settle, and if you need anything else, co find ."
Xu Xuan clasped his hands in gratitude, "No need, just finding a place is enough. I’ll find my way regarding dical herbs and such myself."
"As you wish!"
Long Fei nodded and imdiately called soone over to find Xu Xuan a good spot in the refugee camp.
After Xu Xuan left, Wang Xiaoya ca out from inside, curiously asking Long Fei, "What did he co for?"
Long Fei laughed, "To be a doctor!"
Wang Xiaoya was equally surprised, "Doctor? Isn’t it to open a security office?"
"Maybe!"
Long Fei chuckled and suggested to Wang Xiaoya, "You could talk to your new friend and let her help Xu Xuan. There are likely a lot of patients here, and Xu Xuan alone definitely couldn’t manage."
"You want to be a matchmaker?"
Wang Xiaoya squinted with a smile, slightly hesitant, "Do you think they’ll get together?"
Long Fei shrugged, "Let it happen naturally, why overthink?"
"True, I’ll go now."
Wang Xiaoya pursed her lips, took hold of Zhizhi’s little hand, and said, "Let’s go, mommy will take you to play on the mountain!"
"Sounds great!"
Zhizhi lifted her voice in delight, waved her small hand back toward Long Fei, and left.
Long Fei watched the two of them with a reassuring smile, thinking that if Zhizhi were his own daughter, that might be how family life would look.
He went to the grass pavilion beside the soup kitchen, preparing to sit and have a cup of tea.
A flash of sword light suddenly flew out from before him, aid straight at his throat.
He raised his eyebrows and caught the sword blade with a snap.
A surge of True Immortal Realm’s sword power burst forth from it, vibrating as it tried to sever his fingers.
But his fingers emitted a golden light, contending with the sword power, and with a resounding clang, bent the longsword halfway.
As the two forces battled, a massive shockwave erupted around them, shattering the grass pavilion supported by four columns.
A group of militia specifically protecting the refugee camp imdiately ca rushing, wielding wooden sticks.
They didn’t have weapons yet, so they temporarily used two-ter-long sticks.
A woman in white, wearing a purple-gold belt, with a jade crown on her head, dressed slightly masculine, stood full of heroism, holding a longsword and confronting Long Fei, with furrowed brows, saying, "Let go of my sword!"
She had tried to retract the sword earlier, but Long Fei held it firmly.
Shocked, she didn’t expect Long Fei to catch a True Immortal Magical Weapon with bare hands.
Long Fei glanced at her with raised brows, asking, "Are you a Disciple of Mount Shu?"
The woman shook her head and shouted, "Mount Shu wouldn’t deserve having as a disciple."
Long Fei was curious, "Then who are you, and why did you try to assassinate ?"
He promptly employed the title granted by Empress Wu as a Great rcy and Great Virtue Master.
The woman pouted, "I was rely testing your cultivation level, not assassinating you. Let go of my sword, or I won’t be polite."
Long Fei laughed, "Amusing, you co to kill , yet have the gall to ask to release your sword?"
He used a Weapon Control Technique, making the True Immortal Sword in the woman’s hand vibrate violently before he snatched it away.
The woman’s palm shook as she attempted to reclaim the longsword.
But with the sword resonating loudly, it was firmly trapped by Long Fei and couldn’t move.
Long Fei told her, "You’d better explain your intentions honestly, or this sword will beco useless tal soon!"
From his palm, a hint of fla erged, ready to refine the longsword.
Anxiously, the woman quickly stopped him, "Wait, I am Long Yu’er, daughter of General Long Yuantu from the Capital City’s Dragon Martial Guard. If you dare to damage my sword, I’ll have my father deploy troops to wipe you out."
She had a spoiled deanor, as if the Dragon Martial Guard were re servants.
Long Fei furrowed his brows, surprised at the prominence of this young lady.
Having sowhat learned about the situation in the Capital City through the Shu King and the Governor, he was familiar with the Dragon Martial Guard’s general setup.
He didn’t return the sword to Long Yu’er, instead confiscating it, facing her and saying, "I don’t care whose daughter you are, those who create trouble here must be punished. You’ll serve soup to the refugees in the kitchen for three days; only then you can ask for the sword."
"What?"
Long Yu’er’s eyes flared in anger, frustratedly shouting at Long Fei, "You want , the prestigious Miss of the Long Family, to serve food to those lowly refugees?"
Long Fei responded with a sly grin, "I changed my mind, add three days of dishwashing. If you don’t do well, don’t even think about getting this sword back. A True Immortal Sword should sell for a good price, right?"
"I’ll kill you!"
Furious, Long Yu’er emitted a golden dragon aura, the mighty dragon power forcing militia soldiers to retreat in fright, stirring winds around the scene.
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