Chapter 26: A New Disease Domain Instance is Coming

Qing Shi Building, first floor, restaurant.

Niu Tunan was sprawled out on a chair, sleeping.

Ba Lie sat with a bold, imposing posture, a mountain of steamed buns piled on the plate before him, eating them one by one.

His eyes were constantly fixed on the restaurant entrance, and upon seeing Jiang Yan, he smiled, stood up, and waved to greet him:

"Jiang Yan, over here. Help yourself to whatever you want to eat. When our restaurant was built, it was benchmarked against top-tier global hotels; the taste and environment are both first-class."

"This is the 'urgent matter' you mentioned?" Jiang Yan was speechless.

"If you aren't enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your brain. If you don't come early, it'll all be gone. Young people shouldn't just have their minds filled with building merit; this kind of stable daily life is the best."

Ba Lie said righteously, picking up a palm-sized steamed bun and handing it over:

"Hurry and try this meat bun. It's juicy and delicious; it saved my stomach, which was accustomed to the diet of the Great Desert."

"Eh? Director Ba, you're from the Great Desert?"

Jiang Yan took it smoothly and asked casually.

No wonder his physique was so rugged; he was a man of the lasso!

"That's right, but I'm not a local from the Great Desert Province; I'm from the Magic City."

"The Magic City?"

Jiang Yan couldn't connect the refined people of the Magic City with the two-meter-tall giant before him.

"Haha, surprised, right? Back then, because of that famine, I went to the Great Desert with other orphans. I was lucky to meet Mother. You didn't see me when I was little—I was thin and small, and Mother said she thought she was looking at a little monkey.

To adopt us, she sold her wedding jewelry to buy cows, and she fed me until I became the strongest man on the grasslands!"

As Ba Lie spoke, he raised his right arm, proudly showing off his bicep.

Jiang Yan had heard of this moving story and asked curiously:

"Then why didn't you stay in the Great Desert, but came to the Jiangnan Province instead?"

Ba Lie said earnestly: "I am a child of the grasslands, and also a child of the country. Wherever I am needed, I go. Besides, all the ethnic groups of our Tianxia Alliance are one family; they are very warm, and going anywhere feels just like going home."

Jiang Yan felt a sense of awe.

This ideological awareness was too high!

"Because the salary for being stationed abroad is high, and the further you are sent, the more you get. But Director Ba can't live without spicy food, so he didn't go to the Nanyue Province, but chose Pan'an in the middle of the Jiangnan Province, near the Jianggan Province."

Zhao Yinman's cold voice came from behind.

She was still wearing red and white Ming-style Hanfu, holding a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup.

It was normal to have a light breakfast...

But thinking of her identity as a zombie, it always felt a bit strange.

"High salary and high awareness don't conflict!"

Ba Lie said righteously: "I have to work hard to earn money to buy my mother endless gold jewelry."

Jiang Yan agreed with this; for talent, one must provide sufficient treatment so they can work wholeheartedly.

'I'll ask later what day the salary is paid. There are too many gold-swallowing beasts at home; sooner or later, I'll be favored by the God of Poverty.'

Jiang Yan pondered in his heart, took a bite of the bun, and the juices bloomed in his mouth, making his eyes light up.

"Mm, delicious!"

This was the best bun he had ever eaten, especially the meat filling, chopped just right; it felt as if one could feel the meat trembling. This texture was incomparable to the frozen semi-finished products from chain breakfast shops outside.

Most importantly, after eating it, he felt an inexplicable tranquility in his heart, and his originally barren Qi and blood felt much fuller.

Is this... drugged?

"Hehe, good, right? This was made by our chef, who is also your future colleague..."

Seeing Jiang Yan's surprised expression, Ba Lie was about to introduce her, but looking at the empty restaurant, he took a deep breath, and then...

"Yin Yiyi!"

The voice was like thunder, shaking the restaurant slightly.

It gave Niu Tunan, who was still sleeping nearby, such a start that he rolled under the chair, grabbed the corner of the table, and looked around in terror, saying:

"Have the enemies broken in?"

"Stop shouting, I'm here!"

A soft, glutinous voice came from behind the restaurant window.

The next second, a white chef's hat poked out, accompanied by a clattering sound and the noise of a chair being dragged.

Soon, a young girl wearing a chef's hat appeared at the window, her hair messy, her forehead covered in fine sweat, her face flushed, and she said in a soft whisper:

"Director Ba, I'm staying in the kitchen; I can hear you talking. You don't have to shout so loudly every time."

"Who told you to like hiding so much!"

Director Ba laughed and introduced: "This is our bureau's chef—Yin Yiyi. She looks young, but she is already eighteen, and she is also a History Walker.

She follows the path of proving the Dao through cooking; she can prepare food that soothes emotions, heals injuries, or even boosts spiritual power based on different ingredients.

If you find special ingredients or recipes in a Disease Domain, you can give them to her to handle. Today, your induction banquet will be prepared by her."

"Hello, my name is Jiang Yan. The buns you made are the best I've ever eaten in my life." Jiang Yan praised her from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of food that replenishes Qi and blood would be worth a lot of money outside.

But in the unit, as long as you don't take it away, you can eat it infinitely.

No wonder the end of the universe is a stable government job; the benefits are really good!

"Thank you, my name is Yin Yiyi."

Yin Yiyi's face turned red, she responded softly, and then continued to shrink back under the window, clearly having some social anxiety.

She looked like she was easy to bully...

Like hell!

At the evening induction banquet, Jiang Yan watched the girl whose hair transformed into thousands of blades, instantly dissecting a pig and grinning hideously at the skeleton, and he instantly felt...

This Pan'an branch is hopeless!

But then again...

It's delicious!

The dishes were not only tasty but also nourished Qi and blood.

In the end, everyone ate very happily, and Yin Yiyi turned back into the soft, cute loli she was before, blushing after just one sip of white liquor. Niu Tunan ate and drank like a starving ghost; there was no telling what he had experienced in his dreams.

The only pity was that the other two colleagues were dragged away by headquarters to work and might not be able to return for the next month.

They asked Ba Lie to apologize to him and said they would gather next time.

To this, Jiang Yan expressed his understanding; who hasn't been an overtime dog?

Over the next few days, Jiang Yan retrieved his luggage from the Golden Brick Hotel and officially moved into the unit dormitory.

Of course, it wasn't because it didn't cost money and there were free meals; it was just that he loved his work.

Although most of the time, he was holed up in his room, busy with a major task:

Farming!

Only, he wasn't using soil, but...

Flesh and blood!

In the room.

"Brother Pig, your sacrifice is valuable!"

Jiang Yan looked at the eight-headed large pig that had died with its brain pierced by blood threads, his expression expectant. This was after he asked Yin Yiyi where there was a pig farm, using the excuse that the Burial Coffin needed to feed.

After Yin Yiyi understood, she suggested adding it to the ingredient wholesale list; they were all big white pigs weighing about 350 jin, costing only 4,000 each.

Eight pigs only cost 30,000, averaging only 10 per jin.

He pinched a seal with his right hand and whispered:

"Great rat, great rat, do not eat my millet! Happy land, happy land, for ten thousand generations without end."

The Great Rat Happy Land Incantation was activated.

Rustle!

Roots of rice ears spread in the void, and grains of rice scattered onto the pig's carcass.

After being stained with blood, they rapidly took root and sprouted, and in the blink of an eye, they grew into a lush, blood-colored rice ear.

The carcasses of the eight pigs turned into fly ash.

Then the Coffin Spirit took a broom to sweep it up.

It always kept the master's living environment clean and tidy, including the inside of its own belly.

Ready to move in at any time.

"Eight pigs for one ear of rice; if my grandfather knew this ratio of food production, he would definitely chase me out of the house with a broom."

Jiang Yan complained, picked up an ear of rice, its exterior crystalline like blood jade, with twelve grains the size of a little finger growing on it, its exterior crystalline like blood jade.

Jiang Yan pinched it with his fingers, skillfully peeled off the husk, and without needing to cook it in a rice cooker, he took a bite directly.

Crunch.

After chewing a few times, a rich rice fragrance exploded between his lips and teeth; the taste was soft, glutinous, and fragrant, extremely delicious. He felt a great sense of satisfaction, as if all his desires had been fulfilled.

He entered a carefree happy land.

"No wonder it's called Happy Land Rice; eating it really makes one feel happy. It would be even better if Yin Yiyi could process it."

Jiang Yan calmed his mind, feeling invisible currents of air flowing through his limbs and bones, gently strengthening his physique.

"Hiccup~"

He didn't stop, eating twelve grains of Happy Land Rice in a row, and couldn't help but let out a satisfied burp.

Not only had the blood and Qi depleted by the sacrifice been replenished, but the discomfort caused by the worsening liver cancer had also eased significantly.

Of course, this was also inseparable from the dietary supplements provided by Yin Yiyi.

"Over these past few days, I've eaten nearly two hundred grains of Paradise Rice. The efficacy has weakened somewhat, but not by much. Once my proficiency improves, reaching a Dao Foundation realm physique shouldn't be difficult.

The excess spiritual Qi is also accumulating in my body; once the cultivation method is in place, I will be able to smoothly advance to the peak of the Spirit Opening realm.

With my current physique, one punch from me could smash a small tractor to death."

Jiang Yan smiled. In the past, people used oxen to plow fields, so everyone used "killing an ox" as a comparison.

As a modern person, he had to keep up with the times, so he simply used the tractors that plow the fields for comparison.

"The only drawback is that it's too expensive!"

Jiang Yan felt a bit worried, feeling for the first time that his money was not lasting long at all.

Not only did he need to eat spiritual rice, but the Burial Coffin also needed to constantly bury corpses, and at the same time, he had to satisfy the gluttony of the Altar-Cleansing Mouth to absorb life force.

This resulted in his one million in prize money plus over one hundred thousand in savings now being reduced to only three hundred and eighty thousand.

The God of Poverty was calling.

He had also tried other animals in between, including some invasive species, but they all lacked sufficient blood and Qi, and the yield of Paradise Rice was terrifyingly low.

After trying a whole round, only pigs, cows, and sheep were the most suitable.

Among them, pigs had the highest cost-performance ratio.

"Sigh, the Rice God Church only needs to find flesh and blood to plant rice, and rely on eating large amounts of meat to curb the mutations brought about by eating the rice, but I have so much more to consider..."

Jiang Yan sighed with emotion. Just as he was about to continue placing orders to purchase more pigs, he suddenly saw rust-colored historical dust spreading out from the void, dotted and sparse in number.

They floated slowly and gradually gathered, yet they made Jiang Yan frown as he muttered:

"Is it coming this soon?"

According to what was written in the handwriting of Zhao Yinman, the active emergence of historical dust represents a premonition from the long river of history.

At any moment, he might...

Enter a new Sickness Domain!

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