Chapter 1436: Flesh And Blood Isnt So Bad

Noon.

Yi Feng stood at the doorway, yawning and looking drowsy.

After washing his face with well water, he felt much more awake.

Not seeing Fu Nantian around, he called out a few times, but his stomach started growling loudly in protest. He had no choice but to head to the kitchen and make himself a bowl of noodles.

Once he had eaten his fill, he felt completely at ease.

Although his body was strange, requiring him to eat, drink, and relieve himself—which was a bit of a hassle—the leisurely time spent sipping tea after a meal was always comforting.

If there were no pleasures to enjoy, what would be the point of cultivating immortality?

Thinking this way, Yi Feng felt much better.

Just as he was enjoying his tea, a foul stench suddenly wafted over from the backyard.

The smell was so pungent, comparable to a fifty-year-old outhouse, that Yi Feng immediately covered his nose and stormed toward the backyard in anger.

"Who the hell is dumping shit everywhere...?"

Before he could finish his curse, his tone already carried a hint of surprise.

In his line of sight.

Fu Nantian and a few old men were arguing fiercely, holding rakes they had seemingly pulled out of nowhere, and were in the midst of a heated struggle.

"Zui Wuyan! How dare you steal my opportunity?"

"Fu Nantian, you have so much of it, why not share a bit with us!"

"Bullshit! I worked hard to find this outside. If you want some, go find your own!"

"You son of a..."

The old men were red in the face, fighting over a pile of manure in the middle, and the scene was beyond bizarre. Yi Feng was utterly dumbfounded.

Wow...

I've seen people fight over money and possessions, but never over manure!

These old men really know how to have fun.

Such a unique hobby, even a pervert would find it perverse.

The more Yi Feng watched, the more puzzled he became. He felt like he was witnessing something extraordinary and couldn't help but speak up.

"Uh..."

"Brothers, is this manure some kind of treasure? Why are you all so obsessed with it?"

As soon as he spoke.

The men turned their heads.

Zui Wuyan and Wei Donghai, who had once received swords from Yi Feng, naturally had a good attitude toward him. Despite their earlier heated argument, they immediately forced smiles and clasped their hands in greeting.

"Brother Yi!"

"You don't understand. This beast manure isn't anything special. We just have some use for it, which is why we value it so much."

"Exactly! We're not fighting over manure, but over opportunity! By observing various types of manure, we might be able to comprehend the Dao of Manure!"

The two spoke with such seriousness that Yi Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.

"The Dao of Manure...?"

"That sounds... unreliable. Can cultivation really be related to manure?"

As soon as he voiced his doubt, the two brothers burst into laughter.

Fu Nantian also turned around with a smile, a hint of pride in his expression.

"Kid, that just shows how little you know!"

"Let me tell you, we once witnessed an epic battle and saw a supreme expert in action. His divine techniques were terrifying!"

"After some investigation, we learned that this expert achieved his power through the Dao of Manure!"

"This supreme art is beyond your comprehension!"

"Now, I've collected all the beast manure in the area, giving me a greater chance to comprehend the Dao than anyone else. If you bow to me as your master now, I might share a few piles with you!"

Despite Fu Nantian's earnest explanation, Yi Feng just stood there, stunned.

Noticing the pile of manure at Fu Nantian's feet, guarded like a treasure, Yi Feng felt a wave of discomfort and shook his head repeatedly.

"No thanks, no thanks..."

Yi Feng didn't believe in any Dao of Manure.

If staring at manure could make someone powerful, then the old man who used to dump manure for him back in the day must have been a god by now!

This was clearly nonsense!

Besides, if there really was such a powerful expert, why would he casually reveal his cultivation method?

Most likely, it was just a casual remark, and these old men took it to heart.

These brothers were truly something else.

As for cultivating the Dao of Manure, Yi Feng had absolutely no interest!

Whether it was the cultivators of Yunxing or the annihilated demons, they were all weaklings in his eyes. What was there to learn?

In the blink of an eye.

The old men started arguing again, and Yi Feng watched helplessly as they raised their rakes, ready to fight. It seemed like a "manure storm" was about to erupt.

Not wanting to get caught in the crossfire, Yi Feng quickly pinched his nose and slipped away.

Even after leaving the courtyard, he didn't stop until he reached the village entrance, where he finally took a deep breath of fresh air.

Before long.

Zui Wuyan and Wei Donghai flew past, clutching their rakes and cursing angrily.

"Damn it!"

"That old bootlicker is so greedy, hogging all that opportunity for himself!"

"Forget it. He's already smeared the manure on his walls. We can't just scrape it off and tear his house down, can we? After all, we've been friends for so many years. Let's not ruin our relationship."

"Sigh, it's a pity we've transcended our fleshly bodies. Otherwise, we wouldn't have to go out searching for manure!"

"Let's hurry. If Brother Luo makes a move, we won't even get the scraps!"

Listening to their conversation in the sky.

Yi Feng couldn't help but laugh bitterly, but he suddenly felt a sense of relief. Having a flesh-and-blood body wasn't so bad after all. Eating, drinking, and relieving oneself weren't all bad—at least it was something these old men would envy.

Such is the way of the world.

What is sweet as honey to one may be poison to another. The troubles and pains in one's eyes might be someone else's sweet dream.

Most people are trapped by appearances, unable to transcend the superficial.

That said.

Yi Feng wasn't about to offer them his own manure. His little secret wasn't exactly something to be proud of, so it was best to keep it to himself.

Seeing how these old men were obsessed with collecting manure, the village would soon be filled with the stench.

Yi Feng sighed softly and gazed into the distance.

"It seems I won't be able to stay here much longer. Where should I go next?"