Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1872 - 1405: Worth It

Yet, prior to anything else, rescuing these ordinary folks proves essential.

Li Zhirui soared toward the county's granary and acquired a massive stock of affordable regular grain, sufficient to feed those destitute mortals for two or three months.

At that point, the current year's harvest would ripen too.

Additionally, he figured that the troubles in Guan Province ought to wrap up by then.

"How much ordinary grain is available in your shop? I'll take every bit!" Stepping into the biggest grain store, Li Zhirui skipped the pleasantries and voiced his demand outright.

The shopkeeper replied with shock etched on his features, "This customer seeks such a vast amount of grain? It won't come cheap."

"Just tell me the total amount."

"The warehouse holds five hundred thousand jin of grain, and in a few days, two hundred thousand more will come in. If the customer isn't pressed for time..."

"No thanks, I'll just take four hundred thousand jin." Li Zhirui cut off the shopkeeper mid-sentence, ensuring enough remained for the city's residents.

"Regular grain costs three wen per jin. For a bulk purchase like this, we charge two wen and six fen, totaling one thousand and forty taels of silver."

"Fine."

With a mere flicker of intent, a silver note and four taels of gold materialized in Li Zhirui's grasp.

The Daqian dynasty boasts silver notes that have circulated for years, forming a solid system.

"Kindly come this way." Once the shopkeeper verified the silver note's authenticity, he guided him to the nearby warehouse.

All the regular grain sat stored in a single warehouse, and Li Zhirui swept it with his Divine Sense, grasping the inventory at once.

A casual sweep of his hand toward the towering piles, and within an instant, four hundred thousand jin of grain stacked orderly inside his storage space.

"What a remarkable technique, honored guest!"

All at once, the shopkeeper's gaze brightened, though he still double-checked the count amid his admiration.

Shortly after, the shopkeeper verified the leftover stock, grinning as he noted, "Yes, exactly one hundred thousand jin remains. Can I assist the customer with anything further?"

"That's all." Li Zhirui shook his head and departed without delay.

Heading back after securing the grain, he spotted a rear entrance to an opulent estate, where scores of attendants hustled about hauling loads.

Drawing nearer, he realized their barrels brimmed with meals! Crafted entirely from premium ingredients!

This wasted bounty could nourish plenty of folks for a full day, staving off starvation.

"It's so true, 'in the grand houses, wine and meat spoil, while out on the paths, the frozen dead pile up'..." Li Zhirui murmured a sigh, heavy with regret.

"Eh? Who's spouting such drivel!?"

These words drifted on the wind, reaching a youth clad in lavish robes. His mild expression shattered as he snapped, "Why should we care about the fate of those baseborn wretches? It's their laziness, their forebears' stupidity and sloth! Who else can they fault?"

Li Zhirui shot the man a frosty look, a shadowy glint in his eyes, and remarked coolly, "Darkness clouds your forehead, and you've accrued no virtuous deeds; calamity looms near!"

"You filthy rogue! Who are you jinxing!? Guards, seize him! Beat him senseless, but spare his life—I'll handle the fallout!" The youth erupted in fury, his face twisting savagely.

However, before the attendants could move, Li Zhirui blinked out of sight right before their eyes, leaving them stunned.

Without the bright daylight overhead and the Daoist magic network's hum, they might have sworn it was a spectral encounter.

Startled by this abrupt twist, the richly dressed youth fell silent and slunk back into the grounds.

Li Zhirui ignored the fool entirely; why bother with someone fated for ruin? He quickened his steps, racing beyond the city walls.

Thanks to his swift pace, he reached the village from before in mere moments.

He stayed hidden, mostly to dodge complications, opting to drop off several sacks of grain quietly for the needy households.

In truth, Li Zhirui now follows his whims freely, embodying that pure, unhindered state of mind, not chasing thanks from mere mortals.

Besides, it brings him no real gain regardless.

When he wrapped up handing out the full forty thousand jin of grain, the sun had already risen the following day.

Task done, Li Zhirui didn't rush off from Guan Province. Having chosen to confront the Confucians and shift the province's woes, he needed to dive in personally and expose the hidden rot.

That way, he could strike with precision and topple the Confucians more effectively!

Over the next few days, he uncovered not just the famine plaguing the masses, but also rigid social divides, corrupt officials and nobles concealing populations, gobbling up lands, misleading the populace, and worse.

What's more, these evils weren't mere outliers—they infested every corner of Guan Province!

Li Zhirui jotted down each detail meticulously, ready to wield them as proof down the line.

As he delved into probes and gathered leads, numerous villagers discovered sacks of grain materializing inexplicably in their homes.

"Grain! We have grain!" A woman, her face lined with despair, spotted the sacks and clapped a hand over her mouth, crumpling to the floor in heaving sobs.

Without this timely windfall, she nearly ended her life alongside her children, sparing them this cruel existence.

"Bless you, Immortal, bless you, divine one..." Folks offered thanks haphazardly.

With the benefactor unknown, they kept it hushed, wary of neighbors swarming to claim shares.