The migration of the surviving population from high-rise buildings to the mountains is an inevitable trend, and it happens in every corner of the Yanling Continent.
Although the place where they lived was once one of the most populous countries in the world, it could not withstand the shortage of food and clothing, the spread of epidemics, human killings, psychological collapse, travel difficulties, and harsh environment after the natural disaster.
Yan Feng went down the mountain to a residential area, where people were suffering from high fever and diarrhea. Unfortunately, they had no medicine, and they were afraid that they would not survive for a few days.
In this natural disaster, the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled were almost all ruthlessly taken away, leaving only a few young and strong survivors in various places.
Or a chaebol like the Sun family of Qingliang Mountain, who have more complete supplies and can hoard them in large quantities in the end times, forming a huge force.
After listening to Yan Feng's description of the mountain, Yan Luo said,
"Take more disciples down the mountain. Try to take in as many people as possible who have three spiritual roots or above and whose moral character is not too bad."
She thought for a moment and said,
"Mortals without qualifications should not die. We should at least give them a hand."
"Xiao Feng, you can tell them at the foot of the mountain that the hills outside Lotus Peak are vast. If they want to survive, they can settle down on the mountain in front of Fuyao Peak. If anyone comes, we at Fuguang Palace will give them seeds for free."
Yan Feng said solemnly,
"I understand, sister."
The next day, Yan Feng hurried down the mountain with ten disciples.
Yan Luo went to Yichen Peak.
After Sheng Luan tidied herself up, only her fringe-like hair was left, which looked a little ugly. She was preparing to have a buzz cut.
Yan Luo smiled and said,
"You finally grew your hair long, won't you feel bad if you cut it?"
Sheng Luan said helplessly,
"I feel bad, but this is too ugly."
Yan Luo took out a five-liter bucket of space spirit water.
"Use this to wash your hair a few times and it should be able to recover. You can give it a try. If it still doesn't work, it's not too late to cut it again."
"Wow, thank you Sister Luo!"
Yan Luo suddenly felt that she should set up a pool in Fuguang Palace and inject spiritual water from the space into it for the disciples to use.
Thinking of this, she flew her sword around Lotus Peak.
The main peak is steep and the area on the top of the mountain is limited. There is no place to dig a pond, so Yan Luo dug the pond on Yichen Peak.
At present, apart from her and Yan Feng, Sheng Luan is the most powerful fighter in Fuguang Palace, so it would be safer to have her guarding them.
When Sheng Luan heard that Yan Luo wanted to dig a pond, she immediately came over with her tools to help.
The pool is located two hundred meters below the top of Yichen Peak.
The area prepared by Yan Luo was not large, only 150 square meters and ten meters deep.
Both of them were cultivators, with spiritual power attached to their weapons. They dug very quickly, and a big pit appeared in half a day.
Yan Luo found a ten-meter-high boulder and used his sword to cut it into an oval shape. Then he used his spiritual power as the sword and carved a
Fuqingchi.
After carving the words, she painted them red, and the big red words were very bright in the sun.
"Sister Luo, why do you want to dig such a pond?"
Yan Luo said,
"I collected a lot of spiritual water in the secret realm last time. I have distributed it to the disciples. The effect is good, but even if everyone drinks it sparingly, they can't drink it for a year. Therefore, from now on, each peak's outstanding disciples can be rewarded with an extra bottle of spiritual water every month.
The spiritual water reward is in units of peaks. Come here to claim it."
Sheng Luan said,
"This is a good idea, but where can we find so much spiritual water?"
This pool is not small. Sheng Luan
can't imagine filling it up.
Yan Luo said,
"You go back and arrange for your disciples to notify Shu Tianxu and Hu Bingyan first. I will find a solution here."
Sheng Luan hesitated for a while, but her blind trust in Yan Luo made her leave obediently.
After she left, Yan Luo decisively opened the space, and a steady stream of spatial spiritual water poured into the pool.
The spiritual water in her space is the most precious resource in the world. If others knew about it, it would inevitably lead to competition and killing.
So after Yan Luo drank one third of the spiritual water, he filled the rest with ordinary spring water.
After this blending, the spiritual energy of the water in Fuqing Pond became much weaker.
Yan Luo summoned the little alligator.
"Little Crocodile, from today on, you will be responsible for guarding this pond."
"Got it, Master~"
The little alligator crawled into the water with a splash.
There are three crocodiles. Dashan is guarding the entrance of the valley, Dalan is guarding the Lingshi mine, and Xiaoying is in Fuqing Pond. Yan Luo has assigned tasks to the whole family.
Yan Luo took out a storage bag and tied it around the little crocodile's neck,
"It's full of demon-smelling beans, so practice well in your daily life."
The little crocodile's eyes lit up, and he happily sank to the bottom of the water with the storage bag in his mouth, and couldn't wait to steal the food.
After Sheng Luan notified her disciples, she came back and saw a full water source.
She said in disbelief,
"It actually happened!"
She excitedly scooped up a handful of it with her hands, and after drinking it, it was sweet and refreshing, and her whole body felt refreshed.
"It tastes better than the spring water given by Daoist Fellow Li Wei! Sister Luo, you are simply my god!"
Yan Luo smiled slightly,
"I'll leave the Fuqing Pond to you at Yichen Peak. Please take good care of it."
"Don't worry, Sister Luo, I will complete the task!"
In the evening, Yan Luo returned to the main peak on his sword.
Yan Bao was standing at the door, looking forward to it. When he saw her land, he walked over with a smile.
"Yan Luo, you're back."
"Just wait inside the house, no need to wait outside the door."
Yan Bao said,
"I just came back too. I went to the foot of the mountain. Yan Luo, the water level at the foot of the mountain has dropped."
Yan Luo raised his eyebrows.
"Really? That's not a good sign."
Now there are floods everywhere, and people are looking forward to the water level to drop quickly to reveal the original land. Yan Bao asked in confusion,
"Why is it not a good sign? Once the flood subsides, can't everyone go back to their previous lives?"
Yan Luo looked at the sky and said,
"The drop in water levels means it's going to rain again."
Ah?
Yan Bao didn't understand why Yan Luo said that.
Because it hasn't rained since the natural disaster and heavy rain, everyone has gotten used to it.
But, it was not until three o'clock in the morning three days later that the person who was sleeping suddenly heard knocking on the window.
In the gray world, people woke up with difficulty and walked to the window.
On normal days, the moonlight at night is as bright as water, and people can see the road clearly with the help of the moonlight.
But now, the room was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
Although they couldn't see it, the sounds outside were all too familiar; they had been hearing them for more than a month.
"It's raining, it's raining!"
"Oh my God, why is it raining again? Is there any way for us to survive?"
"Don't live anymore, just die."
Some people's inner fear was magnified infinitely, and they jumped directly from the building.
How can we live if natural disasters never end?
We can't live.
At that time, Yan Feng was in a residential building. Hearing the sound of rain outside, he was in a bad mood.