I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong
Chapter 509 - 471: Returning to Fuzhou

Chapter 509: Chapter 471: Returning to Fuzhou

Although Mei Xianfu was angry, she relaxed after hearing that the Goddess Sect was merely surrounded by a group of Nascent Soul powerhouses.

With the sect’s Holy Tree, these Nascent Soul cultivators, though fierce, couldn’t harm the inner parts of the sect.

It’s just that the people inside couldn’t get out.

"These Hua Hualang guarding here will naturally not let the people of Goddess Sect enter the Goddess Sect. Although you and I are not disciples of the Goddess Sect, in the end, we have some connection with it."

No need to talk about immortal gate solidarity—Mei Xianfu is Elder Mei’s granddaughter, falling into wrong hands, how could anyone not take advantage?

"We certainly can’t enter the Goddess Sect openly, but fortunately, the Goddess Sect has other secret entrances."

Mei Xianfu hesitated for a moment, and finally said to Tian Lin and the others, "There is a transmission array in Fuzhou that can directly reach the inside of the sect. This transmission array was originally set up for emergencies, so it is very hidden. I suppose these outside Hua Hualang are not aware of its existence."

Asking Tian Lin to forcibly enter the Goddess Sect and become enemies with those Nascent Soul cultivators, Tian Lin naturally wouldn’t do that.

But merely detouring into the Goddess Sect, he naturally had no reason to refuse.

"It’s not far to Fuzhou, let’s change our appearance and go."

Mei Xianfu had not practiced the Disguise Technique, so she only used a veil to cover her face.

Tian Lin had only been to the Southern State once, but for safety’s sake, he still chose to use disguise.

The three came quickly and left quickly, and soon reappeared above Fuzhou.

The busier Fuzhou was in the past, the more its desolation and emptiness showed now.

When Tian Lin and the others landed outside Fuzhou City, a rotten stench greeted them.

On both sides of the road, there were a large number of human bones scattered, with flying locusts buzzing all over them.

Several banners reading ’Porridge Distribution Center’ stood at the city gate, covered with flying locusts, weighing the light cloth banners down.

Beneath the banner, a skeleton sat at the city gate, its green eyes rolling around.

As Tian Lin and the others approached, they realized that this was not an undead made by some evil spirit. She was clearly an elderly woman with Foundation Establishment cultivation—only she had probably starved so long that her muscles and fat had entirely disappeared.

It’s uncertain whether it’s fortunate or unfortunate, the woman’s Foundation Establishment cultivation allowed her to starve to such a state yet still not die. Were it not for her two withered features like deflated water bags on her chest, outsiders would hardly judge her gender from her appearance.

"Xianfu?"

As Tian Lin and the others were about to pass by her, the woman’s green eyes turned, suddenly asking.

Contrary to expectations, the woman’s voice was unexpectedly clear, even carrying an enticing charm.

As she spoke, Tian Lin and the others looked at the woman in astonishment.

Tian Lin and the Cui’er sisters were surprised because the woman’s voice made her seem not actually old.

Mei Xianfu was surprised that, even with a veil, she was still recognized.

"Aunt Dan?"

Mei Xianfu was somewhat taken aback and suspiciously strode to the woman.

"Xianfu!"

The elderly woman repeated the previous word, but this time with certainty and excitement.

She opened her arms towards Mei Xianfu, seemingly intending to stand up yet unable to. She could only lean against the wall to keep herself sitting upright without falling.

"Aunt Dan, why aren’t you staying in the city, and have turned out like this?"

She approached the woman, pretending to help her up.

Tian Lin, who followed, glanced at the Cui’er sisters, and Yu’er knowingly took out a jug and some meat pie ration from the Storage Bag.

At this time, Mei Xianfu had already helped the woman properly and accepted the jug Yu’er handed over.

Before she could pass it on, the woman had already snatched the jug, gulping the contents down. The meat pie handled by Mei Xianfu was also taken away immediately, devoured and stuffed into her mouth.

Three to four meat pies were actually quite plentiful, but seemed far from enough for the elderly woman.

The aroma of meat drifted outside the city gate, and in an instant, several raggedly dressed people emerged from the originally empty city gate.

Cui’er, without waiting for Tian Lin’s order, had already moved forward to block those people.

The elderly woman chose this moment to say, "These are your Aunt Xin and the others."

Upon hearing this, Cui’er frowned slightly, then helplessly stepped aside.

Tian Lin was a ’gourmand’, so he constantly kept food in his Storage Bag, and Yu’er also had plenty prepared.

Even so, Yu’er could only painfully take out some rations.

Bear in mind that it’s a year of disaster, even Wenda Sect’s inner sect disciples began monthly rations to acquire food.

After the raggedly dressed people had eaten the meat pies, they finally seemed to have some strength, their walking no longer faltering.

The elderly woman was the same; now, she no longer needed Mei Xianfu’s support to stand steadily.

She explained to Mei Xianfu: "Although there was a locust plague last year, Fuzhou is the grain production area of the Goddess Sect, so food wasn’t that scarce. But precisely because Fuzhou is the Goddess Sect’s grain production area, more and more refugees and Hua Hualang came to Fuzhou to take advantage."

"Initially, the Hua Hualang and the refugees came in small numbers, still manageable with porridge distribution. But as news of Fuzhou’s porridge spread, more and more refugees and Hua Hualang came here. Fuzhou had plenty of grain, but how could it sustain so many mouths every day? So after two months, the porridge distribution began to decrease, while the number of refugees and Hua Hualang kept increasing."

Mei Xianfu listened, saying, "What does this have to do with you? Refugees and Hua Hualang lack food, but surely it can’t starve those who work for the sect, right?"

The elderly woman nodded, "That’s true, as long as the Goddess Sect’s grain production area remains in Fuzhou. As long as the sect values Fuzhou’s farmland, we responsible for grain collection in Fuzhou wouldn’t go hungry—

But who would have thought there’d always be unexpected events?"

As the woman finished speaking, a leading raggedly dressed person began:

"That’s not much of an unexpected event—Fuzhou’s refugees grew increasingly numerous, but Fuzhou refused to distribute grain. With time, unrest naturally arose. And in chaotic times, there will be ambitious individuals with high cultivation.

These ambitious individuals were usually restrained by the Goddess Sect’s might, unable to rebel. But come chaos and weakened sect influence, they might band together to wreak havoc."

The raggedly dressed person spoke, and the elderly woman continued:

"These plotters, to achieve their goals, care nothing for others’ lives. They first colluded with other Hua Hualang, stealing and looting almost mature grain. Then they captured those associated with the Goddess Sect and the Fuzhou aristocratic families helping the sect—

Countless innocents, women, and children were destroyed under these plotters’ manipulation, dying at the hands of those refugees and Hua Hualang."

Speaking of these people, the elderly woman was filled with an indescribable hatred. Her originally green eyes were now bright red like glowing candles.

This is when the raggedly dressed person explained to Mei Xianfu: "Your Aunt Dan’s children all fell at the hands of those Hua Hualang and rioting refugees."