Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

Maiden Mai, though accompanying the group, did not visit the third location but instead headed to a new food distribution site in the city.

There was a problem with the yeast in the fermented pancakes, and they needed her expertise to inspect it.

In fact, this site was supposed to be the third stop for the Golden Cores to visit. However, the visiting Golden Cores had asked, what was there to see in such a place?

Indeed, what was there to see? It was merely a place for distributing pancakes, steamed buns, and other foodstuffs, a place for the lower classes.

Once the offspring of major families were three or four years old and could eat Spirit Rice and Spiritual Meat, that was all they would consume. In their eyes, ordinary food was poison, shit!

How could one consume such things? They would affect one's Cultivation once ingested!

Since Meng Yu took control of Sleepless City, it had entered a special era where food was openly supplied throughout the city, allowing each person to receive six pancakes daily, or an equivalent amount of steamed buns, rice balls, and so forth.

This was unbelievable to Zhang Jing. During Sleepless City's most prosperous times, people starved to death every year, and fluctuations in food prices repeatedly harvested Spirit Stones. Ordinary Cultivators and Martial Artists often mixed Spirit Rice with ordinary food, and much of their great expenses were spent on this.

Whenever there was a war, the first reaction of everyone was to gather food or hoard it. By all logic, many, many people should have starved to death this time, but in fact, no one in Sleepless City had yet to starve!

Every day, six pancakes, or steamed buns, or rice balls!

Even if you were emaciated or frail, or claimed to have elderly people at home while collecting food, it was possible to receive one or two extra portions!

In the midst of war, many people in Sleepless City actually became plumper!

Such were the orders of Meng Yu. mHey Mai felt it was inconceivable. At a time when there was a shortage of food, countless people could swarm in to grab it, not to mention the wastage and consumption in between, with many people taking more than their share, causing trouble, and even turning a good deed into a problematic one.

"Then we'll have to trouble the senior brothers and sisters more."

But… this issue was actually resolved. Meng Yu eradicated the precious and scarcely-produced Spirit Plants, planting directly in the city, and spectators, observing the thrice-harvested crops and tens of thousands of acres of fertile land (ancient big cities all had fertile land, and Sleepless City was exceptionally vast), as well as the skilled and effective farming methods of the Golden Cores, understood that the food problem was no issue at all.

People even had ovens ready to bake bread, using geothermal heat, while around the city unemployed masses were everywhere!

This was the solution of the overseas Blood God Sect to issues: you waste, spoil, or have ill intentions, the food I produce is enough to feed pigs!

Meng Yu looked at the local natives with an eye viewing fools, thinking, of course, human lives are more important than food; if it comes to the worst, let the Golden Cores suffer a bit, I'll take care of the trouble.

Thus, everything began to operate, evolving towards better scenarios.

Many truths of the past now seemed like jokes.

"Golden Cores must not be insulted; they protect us all."

"Those on the path of cultivation are lofty and nobly superior."

"It's because you don't try hard that you starve."

Maiden Mai entered the steamed bun workshop, where, aside from some adults, there were several young lads. They were not adept at their tasks, lacked perception, and were weak, also quite foolish, with the yeast problem occurring because a child erred in one of the processes.

"Auntie…"

This fourteen-year-old child, tall and gangly, clumsy, foolishly trying to integrate into the group, made a significant mistake.

The children who were able to help out here were those whose parents were problematic, so the Blood God Sect allowed them to work in exchange for three meals a day and warm lodging.

"It's okay, these buns taste good."

Maiden Mai picked up an under-fermented bun, hard and bitter, and took a bite.

It was just like her life now, her parents had suddenly died, and her home was destroyed, but still, one must keep living, right?

"Don't worry, it's a workplace error, not intentional malice. We'll dock three days of your wages, just don't do it again, alright?"

Maiden Mai smiled gently, patting the frightened little fellow on the shoulder.

Maiden Mai's family ran a tavern, and often, groups of begging children would swarm the streets nearby, scrambling for kitchen leftovers. These children were typical cases of parents who had suddenly died or had been abandoned, and she knew well that not one beggar child lived to see adulthood.

Not one, the average lifespan was two years!

Even this type of bun was hard for them to come by, yet now, these dozen or so spoiled buns would be fed to chickens.

The aroma of food wafted into her nostrils, adults and children working diligently on the buns, yet the looking Golden Cores thought this place to be filthy, considering such food equivalent to shit!

After half a day's work in the workshop, helping solve many issues, she also passed on several family-secret recipes for pastries to everyone in the workshop, instructing them to make better products routinely.

These delicacies, she felt, deserved to be tasted by more people.

She would forever remember, the day before yesterday when she went to see her twelve younger brothers, one a foolish fourteen-year-old, and saw him playing joyfully with a group of friends.

That foolish lad, clumsy and disrespectfully informal, had been crying like a quail that day, yet now he was smiling so happily, and several children had even grown plumper.