Chapter 5: Porridge Makes People More Beautiful (Part 1)

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  In the pitch-black night, a silver-white light ball outside Shengjing City broke through the sky at high speed and flew for about a few miles before slowly falling down.

  Yi Feng stared at the Ling symbol on his chest, which had lost its luster, but he couldn't remember what had happened earlier. He only knew that he had been in a daze for a while, and something must have occurred during that time.

  The holy light surrounding him had dissipated, and under its baptism, Yi Feng's injuries were completely healed. Not a single trace of damage remained, and his previously muddled mind was now clearer than ever.

  Suddenly, a thunderous sound burst forth from the side of his ear, and the distant horizon was also shining brightly. Raising his head, Yi Feng looked towards the direction of Bei Ming Temple, and after being stunned for a while, he finally remembered something, hastily taking steps to rush back to Bei Ming Temple once again.

  After being nourished by the spiritual energy, Yi Feng no longer felt tired or hungry, and he quickly ran forward, as agile and swift as a leopard hunting in the mountains, not at all like that little beggar who was full one day and hungry the next.

  This feeling was like a martial arts master in the movies, lightly floating on water, refreshing and cool. However, after a while, Yifeng also discovered that his body was getting heavier and heavier, as if the effect of the spiritual energy filling his body was gradually weakening.

  Dai Yifeng insisted on running to the side of Beiming Temple, but all he saw was a piece of tile debris in the dark night, and the two people who were fighting had no idea where they went.

  The air still lingered with a strong smell of blood, but there were no more illusions in front of me.

  "Alas! Unfortunately, those two are probably already far away." Yi Feng sighed in his heart, but still searched the ruins of Bei Ming Temple, hoping to find some clues.

  Heaven rewards those who are diligent! In the search of nearly half an hour, Yi Feng actually found a dull-colored bracelet. The bracelet was about two inches in diameter, and its quality was unknown to Yi Feng, but it fit perfectly on his wrist.

  "What is this thing?" Yi Feng carefully examined it for half a day, but he was completely baffled and couldn't make out even a single clue.

  "Whatever, being able to survive intact under such a great war is not an ordinary thing, it might be a magical or divine artifact." Yi Feng didn't think much about it, after imagining for a bit, he put on the bracelet and headed towards Shengjing City.

  It's been over a month since the terrifying night at Bei Xuan Temple, and the weather has become increasingly cold. The howling wind and goose feather-like snow made Yi Feng shiver with fear. Fortunately, the spiritual symbol hanging on his chest, although seemingly depleted of spiritual energy, still occasionally emitted a warm flow. It was this faint warmth that allowed Yi Feng to survive in the harsh wind and hunger.

  The bitter cold of winter cannot hide the prosperity of Shengjing City, especially with the approaching Holy Festival, the streets are filled with joy and festivity, every household is decorated with lanterns and streamers, bustling as never before. During this time, travelers from all over the empire came to the imperial capital to pay homage to the emperor and visit relatives and friends, among whom there were generous donors who gave alms to beggars on the roadside.

  During this time, it was also the peak of beggars' income. Even in cold winds and thin clothes, they still worked diligently, intercepting rich people who seemed to be new to the capital and begging, often with a good harvest.

  However, among the many beggars, there was a special case of Yi Feng who never stretched out his hand. He simply curled up his thin body, huddled against the wall, and in front of him, the broken ceramic bowl only had one or two copper coins, which was very pitiful.

  "Little brother, are you going to Ling Wang Fu to drink porridge again today?" That old beggar who often cheated little kids came to chat with Yi Feng every day, while constantly peddling his few worthless and rotten books.

  "Hmph!" Yifeng turned his head away, completely ignoring the disheveled old beggar.

  "Haha, look at others who are begging on the streets, they have a considerable income every day, with their eloquent mouths, just half a month of begging can guarantee them food and clothing for half a year without worry. But you seem to be ignoring it, why is that?" The old beggar asked with interest.

  "You stinky old man, don't put me in the same category as those people. I'm going to achieve great things in the future. Forget it, there's no point talking to you, we're not even from the same world. I'm off to Prince Ling's residence for some congee. Someone who has food to eat won't stoop to such depths!" Yi Feng said with a look of disdain.