Chapter 228: World Seven — Glutton Disciple
The very next second, Nan Xun understood why this little beggar was hiding in the pigsty, fighting pigs for their slop—because her stomach was completely hollow. If she didn’t eat something soon, she’d probably starve to death on the spot.
Seeing that the pig feed in the stone trough was about to be finished off by several fat pigs, Little Eight hurriedly reminded her, “If you don’t go grab some now, it’ll really all be eaten by the pigs. The body I just found for you is about to starve to death!”
Nan Xun: “My dear Little Eight, could you please… kindly roll away?”
Little Eight didn’t roll away and continued persuading her. “A body that can hold your soul without rejecting it isn’t easy to find. Don’t waste this one.”
Nan Xun’s brows curved as she smiled sweetly. “Isn’t this simple? I remember you seem to have fasting pills, Little Eight. Eat one and you won’t be hungry. Give me one right now.”
Little Eight: !
“I didn’t expect you to have such a good memory sometimes. I’m impressed. But regretfully, I must tell you—fasting pills are low-level pills, and I only had one. I already let you eat it back in the Li Chen Papa world. It’s gone.”
Nan Xun was skeptical. “How could you possibly have only one?”
Little Eight got annoyed. “Why can’t I have just one? If I had more, when you were trapped in the Demon King’s bedroom in the first world and almost starved to death, I could’ve casually given you one. And in Fu Yu’s world, you wouldn’t have had to lug big bags of food into the haunted house all the time. If it weren’t because you were almost done with the mission when Li Chen Papa imprisoned you, I wouldn’t even have been willing to let you eat my only fasting pill!”
Nan Xun: …
Alright. She believed it.
In high-level worlds, fasting pills were low-level items. Little Eight always bragged about being some incredibly awesome divine beast, so it did make sense that it looked down on that kind of thing.
Little Eight said, “So, are you going to eat pig food or not?”
Nan Xun rolled her eyes skyward. Holding her empty stomach, she painfully climbed out of the pigsty and then solemnly knocked on the door of the farmhouse.
The farmer who opened the door was dressed in coarse linen. Seeing it was a little beggar, he immediately tried to close the door. Nan Xun clung to it desperately. “Uncle, please have mercy. I haven’t eaten in days. If I don’t eat something soon, I’ll starve to death. If I die at your doorstep, that won’t be good for the child in your wife’s belly either!”
The farmer looked like he’d seen a ghost. This little beggar had even investigated his family before begging—she knew his wife was about to give birth?
The farmer hurriedly threw Nan Xun two roasted sweet potatoes and shooed her away like a beggar. Well, Nan Xun was a beggar now—and dirtier than most. Her little face was completely smeared with black grime, utterly unrecognizable.
If Little Eight hadn’t repeatedly assured her that this little beggar would be a beauty after washing up, Nan Xun would’ve considered just starving to death.
After getting the roasted sweet potatoes, Nan Xun didn’t rush to eat them. She peeled them and ate slowly, savoring each bite.
Once the two sweet potatoes were in her stomach, the earlier near-death dizziness from hunger disappeared. Gradually, she regained some strength.
The original owner of this body was called Li Yunduo. The name was pretty common, but compared to village names like Black Egg or Second Girl, Nan Xun thought it was already quite elegant.
When Li Yunduo was very young, a drought struck her hometown in the Northern Wu Kingdom. Nothing was harvested. Her parents took her south toward the Southern Yun Kingdom to escape famine, but on the way they encountered bandits and were killed. She hid in the grass and watched helplessly as her parents had their throats slit, the only food on them stolen by the bandits.
Little Li Yunduo gnawed on tree roots and ate wild grass all the way, relying purely on stubborn determination to reach the prosperous land her parents had spoken of—the Southern Yun Kingdom.
It was said that the Southern Yun Kingdom enjoyed favorable weather year after year, never suffering droughts or floods. The nation was strong, its people prosperous, the foremost among the four kingdoms.
And all of this was thanks to a man of supreme status, second only to the emperor—the National Preceptor, Gong Moran.
He was a godlike figure, an unbelievably powerful existence. He possessed immense shamanic power, could summon wind and rain, and easily change the color of heaven and earth. Even the emperor of Southern Yun treated him with utmost respect.
If Gong Moran had any intention of rebellion, he could effortlessly seize the throne, because any word he casually uttered would be enshrined by the people of Southern Yun as divine prophecy.
He was the god of Southern Yun.
After receiving all the things Li Yunduo’s parents had instilled in her, Nan Xun developed a strong curiosity about this awesome National Preceptor.
If this National Preceptor was truly as powerful as rumors claimed, able to summon wind and rain and alter heaven and earth, Nan Xun suspected he practiced witchcraft.
Even the various witchcraft secret techniques passed down in the Zui Li family would shorten one’s lifespan if used frequently in high-level worlds—let alone in a mid-level world like this, without mystic energy.
Who knew how old this National Preceptor was? Using witchcraft so frequently, he might very well drop dead sooner or later.
While silently sympathizing with this revered National Preceptor, Nan Xun asked Little Eight, “So who’s the big villain boss in this world? A rebellious prince? A treacherous minister? A hostage from an enemy state?”
Little Eight nearly manifested a hand just to give her a thumbs-up. “Your imagination is impressive.”
Nan Xun waved dismissively. “I read too many storybooks.”
Little Eight chuckled. “Given how smart you’re getting, this time I found you a truly awesome big boss. He’s the National Preceptor of Southern Yun—the one worshipped by the people as a god, lofty and aloof, otherworldly like a banished immortal, handsome as hell.”
Nan Xun: …
“Little Eight, are you seriously not joking? You want a little beggar like me to get close to the lofty National Preceptor?”
Little Eight replied directly, “I believe in you~”
Nan Xun no longer felt like smashing Little Eight into a pancake—especially since it had returned to its adult white horse form—but snipping off that beautiful umbrella-like tail with a pair of scissors didn’t sound half bad.
To get close to the National Preceptor, she obviously needed to enter the imperial city first. But dressed like a beggar, Nan Xun was mercilessly stopped by the guards outside the Southern Yun imperial city.
“Little Eight, do you have any clothes in your space? Give me one.”
Little Eight immediately cursed. “Have you been spoiled into laziness by A-Mang in the last world? You’re actually expecting clothes and food to be handed to you? Even if I have clothes, they’d be things like Celestial Silkworm Snow Garments or Phoenix Feather Robes—obviously not from this world. Are you trying to get us noticed by the Heavenly Dao? Are you trying to kill me?”
Nan Xun snorted. “Silly Little Eight. Do you really think that after I used all those Zui Li family witchcraft techniques, the Heavenly Dao still hasn’t noticed us?”
Little Eight shuddered. “W-What do you mean? Don’t scare me!”
