This meat was beyond anything he had ever eaten. The meat was tender and not fatty, the cut and heat were perfect, and the taste was beyond what he could comprehend. He had never eaten anything like this before.

{Hmmm… this… is this guy an imperial chef from somewhere? I have never tasted anything like this before.} The spirit within the ring spoke in Yun Feng's mind.

Yun Feng nodded in agreement. His master's sense of taste and feeling were shared with him. Any food he tasted, his master would also taste the same. Of course, his master could freely shut off the shared connection in case he did not want to be disturbed.

But this was one of the few exceptions where he enjoyed sharing the taste with others, since he was just a spirit and could not eat anything himself.

"How is it? It is good, right?" Wei Chen asked.

"Good is an understatement! Brother Wei, you could start a restaurant, or even become the chef of a Heavenly Emperor!" Yun Feng said excitedly as he voraciously devoured the meat like he had been hungry for hundreds of days.

"Heavenly Emperor?" Wei Chen repeated.

{Foolish disciple! Why would you blurt out that term?} The spirit within the ring admonished Yun Feng.

Yun Feng quickly looked at Wei Chen, who was now frowning at him as if he were some kind of exotic specimen.

Heavenly Emperor… I mean… that term. Why do I get the feeling that this guy has something to do with the upper realm?

Yes, Wei Chen knew about the existence of the upper realm since the first day he arrived here, because he had a long talk with the Lord of Death, who seemed to be an existence as ancient as heaven itself.

He knew that the upper realm's existence was an open secret. Those who knew of it were all experts and high-ranking cultivators, either due to strength or political influence.

And those who did not know were mediocre cultivators or noobs who had just stepped onto the cultivation path.

And this guy was only at half step Core Formation Realm. Someone at that level should not know about such things. Those who knew were usually at least at Nascent Soul Realm, and this guy did not seem to have high status either.

How did this guy know?

Wei Chen examined Yun Feng. Right arm severed, only the left arm remaining, sword-like brows, a cloak covering the right side where the arm used to be, determined eyes, heavy blood energy, and a strange black ring on his left index finger. And that edgy vibe he gave off…

Oh no… is this guy a heaven chosen?

Sh*t…

Heaven's chosen were no joke. These people were walking trouble magnets, whether for themselves or everyone around them.

Getting jumped by a strong elder from a sect? Yes, Heaven's Chosen trait.

A fierce beast tide that appears once every millennium? Yes, also a Heaven's Chosen trait.

A city suddenly having a once-in-a-millennium auction and a heavenly star falling from the sky on the same day? Heaven's chosen have that covered too.

All in all, if someone wanted excitement in life and was not afraid of dying, befriending a heaven chosen was the fastest shortcut for such excitement.

As for Wei Chen? No thank you…

Getting shot by a hunting rifle and becoming an employee of the Lord of Death afterward was exciting enough.

With this in mind, Wei Chen immediately pretended to be dumb.

"Hahaha, you must be joking, right? Even if that were real, a person like that would not be interested in normal dishes. My cooking is good, but it has no effect on cultivation. No powerful cultivator would be crazy about it," Wei Chen said humbly.

The spirit in the ring looked at Wei Chen and spoke to his disciple.

{Hmmm… that man is acting dumb. But whether he is doing it to avoid trouble or because he is planning something, I do not know. Stay on guard.}

{Yes, Master,} Yun Feng replied through the link.

After that, Wei Chen shared his meal with Yun Feng while chatting about general topics. Wei Chen deliberately avoided asking about Yun Feng's past or his life. He did not want to get dragged into a cesspit called a Heaven's Chosen story.

And his avoidance was so obvious that the spirit in the ring noticed it clearly, to the point where he felt Wei Chen was avoiding Yun Feng's background like it was a plague.

{Is this guy simply afraid of trouble or is he completely tone deaf when it comes to interpersonal skills?} The spirit wondered.

— Night —

At night, Wei Chen had set up camp using a cheap self-setup yurt he bought from the Underworld Store. As for Yun Feng, he did not sleep but chose this time to cultivate under the moonlit sky.

Inside the yurt, Wei Chen received a call from the Underworld. Instead of Youqi, it was the Lord of Death himself.

"How are you, Wei Chen?" the Lord of Death greeted.

"Not too bad, Your Honor. What can I do for you today?" Wei Chen replied and asked in a casual tone.

The Lord of Death chuckled. "Oh, it is nothing much. I just wanted to tell you about the first round of your assessment and an additional task I need you to keep an eye on."

The Lord of Death took out a paper, looked at it, and adjusted a pair of glasses on his hollow eye sockets.

Does that kind of eye even need glasses? Wei Chen muttered in his mind, but he did not say it out loud.

"Hmmm… your performance is very good. You have prevented millions of destined deaths. A great number of people's life trajectories were changed by your educational broadcast about Heaven's Chosen.

I have checked with the records of Samsara and found that your interference has stopped five sect annihilation calamities, seven clan annihilation calamities, with one of them being a super large clan. Five million mortal deaths were prevented as collateral damage, whether from starvation, famine, or plague," said the Lord of Death.

"Starvation… famine and plague?" Wei Chen was confused. "Your Honor, how is that related to what I did? I am not some savior who fixed starvation or famine, nor did I introduce a new agricultural method to this world. Besides, this world is very abundant. The farms and produce are all plentiful, and their quality is top shelf," he asked.

The Lord of Death chuckled again and set the paper down in his bony hand since it was no longer needed.

"That is true. You are not a savior who solved famine or hunger. But because you prevented sect and clan annihilation, and because most of the administration in this world is managed by them, think about the infrastructure and the scale of the cities in this world. What do you think about that?" the Lord of Death asked.

Wei Chen recalled the scale of the cities. The Azure River Capital City alone was the size of the entire territory of Spain.

And cities of that scale were managed by clans and sects. If the administrators suddenly vanished overnight due to sect or clan annihilation calamities…

This meant…

"Lord… then the people who manage the cities and sects of this scale are all miracle workers!" Wei Chen blurted out. He knew it was incredible. The scale of the facilities administration, the healthcare, the waste management, all the small things people needed.

It was all insane!

"You are half right," the Lord of Death began, then continued. "But the only reason why cities and facilities on this scale can be maintained is not because they are all miracle workers. In fact, the skills of the people who administer and maintain the facilities are no different from officials in the Ancient Chinese Tang Dynasty in your world." The Lord of Death paused for Wei Chen to digest what he said.

"Then why…" Wei Chen was about to ask, but the Lord of Death nodded and continued where he left off.

"It is because of the heritage from the Golden Age of this world," the Lord of Death answered.

"The heritage?"

"That is right, the heritage," the Lord of Death repeated, then continued.

"You remember your previous world, right? For example, in modern societies, consider how intricate and difficult it must be to manage the waste of an entire city such as New York. You need a lot of people, modern waste management systems, technology, and modern sanitation. And even with all that, your city still looks like a mess, right? Especially in the metro."

Wei Chen smiled wryly. He had nothing to argue.

"When it comes to the super large cities of this world, without modern technology, how do you think they manage to keep their cities looking that clean?" the Lord of Death asked.

Wei Chen thought for a bit. "You said it is heritage… could it be some ancient array or magic mumbo jumbo left from the Golden Age to the clans and sects?"

The Lord of Death nodded. "That is right. The super large cities all possess heritage. The waste dispersion array is one of them. This kind of array is installed beneath the city sewers. It transports all human waste to the forest outside the city underground, then breaks it down into tiny particles and turns it into fertilizer without any unpleasant things such as harmful bacteria or plague. In fact, it is more complicated than this, but that is the gist of it."

"Now, think about what will happen if a vital system like this suddenly stops working because the clan that controls it suddenly vanishes," the Lord of Death asked.

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