A Chapter with Flavor

One punch killed Ao Bifang.

The Sky Devouring Emperor felt an unbearable heat and an overwhelming surge of power within him. He wanted to find his wife again, but he remembered that she was barely clinging to life last night. If he struck her again, he would be single for the rest of his life.

Therefore, he turned his fiery gaze towards the experts of the Red Sun Clan.

Under the Sky Devouring Emperor's formidable strength, the remaining experts of the Red Sun Clan had no chance to escape and were all annihilated.

With the loss of their high-ranking combatants, the Red Sun Clan quickly crumbled.

Meanwhile, the Sky Devouring Emperor finally unleashed his pent-up power. Although his cultivation was still at the Half-Zun realm, he was just one step away from becoming a true emperor.

The crisis facing the Devouring Demon Wolf clan was finally resolved.

"Ao Yun!"

The Sky Devouring Emperor shouted.

"Here," Ao Yun respectfully approached.

"After I settle the mess in the tribe, take me to find my son. And also, introduce me to the expert who saved my royal family from dire straits!" The Sky Devouring Emperor said with fanatical enthusiasm.

"Understood."

Ao Yun bowed his head.

"Oh, and one more thing. Kick those two useless fools, Ao Tie, out of the Heaven Devouring Son Palace. That's where my son should reside. Even if he doesn't come back, no one else should set foot there!" The Sky Devouring Emperor instructed.

Ao Yun glanced at the pragmatic Sky Devouring Emperor and left.

...

"What a beautiful day!"

Yi Feng stretched lazily as he walked out of the martial arts hall and headed towards the vacant land behind it.

"Sir."

"Greetings, sir."

In the vacant land, Wu Yonghong and the others were still diligently swinging their hoes. When they saw Yi Feng approaching, they respectfully greeted him.

"You guys keep busy, I'll just wander around!"

Yi Feng smiled and said. He glanced around and noticed that although these old men were progressing slowly, they were doing a decent job.

"Um, sir."

At this moment, Lu DaSheng timidly approached, carrying the stench of feces. It wasn't that he didn't care about cleanliness, on the contrary, he wanted to get rid of the smell more than anyone else. But without the permission of the person in front of him, he didn't dare to use any of his cultivation techniques!

"What's the matter?"

Yi Feng asked.

"Um, sir, I have finished hauling the manure from Uncle Wang's, Uncle Zhang's, and Uncle Li's houses. Can I leave now?" Lu DaSheng asked with anticipation, being extremely cautious.

"Oh, really?"

Yi Feng glanced at the amount of manure still needed in the field. It was clearly not enough. If he let go of such a good dung picker, where would he find someone like him again?

So, he said with emphasis, "You see, people should always see things through to the end. There's still a lot of manure needed in this field, so you better finish hauling it all before you leave!"

Upon hearing this, Lu DaSheng's eyes welled up with tears.

As the top alchemist in Nansha, he had been driven crazy during these days. Not only had he lost his lofty status, but he also had to deal with manure every day. His mental state was on the verge of collapse.

Finally, he endured his mental state and hauled all the manure. He thought he could regain his freedom, but he didn't expect that this person would still not let him leave.

However, he didn't dare to refuse and could only nod his head reluctantly, tears in his eyes, and agree.

Looking at Lu DaSheng's desolate appearance, Yi Feng also knew that he felt the compensation was too low.

And it was true when you think about it. Carrying so much manure for just a few gold coins was indeed a bit meager.

With this in mind, he raised his head solemnly and said, "Don't worry, once you finish picking the manure, I won't treat you unfairly. There will be rewards!"

Upon hearing this, Lu DaSheng's spirit trembled, and his lifeless eyes immediately filled with a burning passion as he turned his head towards Yi Feng.

He had finally forgiven himself and was willing to bestow blessings upon him?

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir," he hurriedly nodded his head, filled with anticipation for Yi Feng's words.

Lu DaSheng's appearance made Yi Feng smile knowingly.

This guy indeed found the compensation insufficient. Yi Feng initially thought he was an opportunist, but after spending more time with him, he realized that he was actually quite honest. Otherwise, he wouldn't have silently endured the dissatisfaction with the low compensation.

With this in mind, Yi Feng's opinion of this person improved significantly, and he expressed concern, saying, "Although you work efficiently by being in a rush every time, you shouldn't be in such a hurry in the future. It may increase efficiency, but it's not good for your health. Remember the lesson from falling into the manure pit last time?"

"Yes, yes," Lu DaSheng nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice, his heart filled with excitement. The master had finally forgiven him and even spoke so many caring words.

Truly...

It was so touching!

"Alright, go ahead. Since there's no manure left in other people's houses, start with your own!" Yi Feng instructed.

Lu DaSheng expressed his gratitude and began working.

With motivation, he became even more adept at carrying the manure bucket.

As long as he did a good job, the reward from the master was not far away.

He lifted the lid of the manure pit behind the martial arts hall and, based on his past experience, instinctively turned his head away.

But...

The expected stench didn't come. Instead, a wave of fragrance wafted over.

What surprised him even more was that the sides of the manure pit were covered in flowers and plants. When he recognized these plants, Lu DaSheng's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"This..."

"These...these..."

"These are actually top-grade medicinal herbs, Violets?"

"And that's Cockscomb Flower, a precious medicinal herb!?"

"Ah!"

Lu DaSheng gasped in shock, standing next to the manure pit like a pillar.

For alchemists like them, these herbs were simply treasures.

For example, the Violet was extremely valuable, enough to make people fight over it.

As for the Cockscomb Flower, its value was even higher. Just this single herb could become the main ingredient for many types of medicine. It was rumored that a martial saint once exchanged his sacred treasure for a Cockscomb Flower.

Besides the ones Lu DaSheng recognized, there were many others he couldn't identify, but judging from their appearance and aura, they were no less valuable than the Cockscomb Flower.

However...

Why would something as extraordinary as these rare medicinal herbs, which are impossible to find anywhere, grow in a dung pit?

"Why?"

"Why is this happening?"

Lu DaSheng felt utterly bewildered.

To cultivate such plants, one would need a special feng shui treasure land that has been nurtured for thousands, if not tens of thousands, of years before a single plant could possibly grow.

But this dung pit, far from being a feng shui treasure land, couldn't even qualify as fertile soil.

Just as he was pondering this question, lost in shock and unable to make sense of it all, Lu DaSheng's eyes suddenly widened.

"What's that?"

His hand pointed firmly at the pile of dog feces in the pit, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

Driven by an intense excitement, he threw himself into the dung pit without any regard for his own well-being.

At the same time, his round eyeballs drew near, fixedly examining the pile of dog feces, while his mouth involuntarily gasped, a look of astonishment filling his face.