Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"Alright, everyone has worked hard these past couple of days, staying up all night. Go back and rest in shifts," Yi Chen said, turning his head to the subordinates behind him.

He was quite considerate of his subordinates.

Not all the subordinates had mana, and they had been busily on their feet for the past few days. Since the alert had been essentially lifted, he gave everyone half a day off.

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces broke into smiles, and after thanking Yi Chen, they dispersed. As for how the subordinates should take turns resting, that was no longer his concern.

The security department had its own system in place.

The insect demon was dead. As for the sudden appearance of those with large appetites, one could guess with their heels that it was due to the wonton noodles sold by Scholar Li.

Using the results to trace back to the cause, finding those who had eaten the wonton noodles went quite smoothly.

Perhaps it was because the insect demon had died, many of the citizens who had eaten the wonton noodles were showing signs of improvement, but there were still a considerable number of weaker individuals who had perished.

Nevertheless, this was already the best outcome.

The treatment of the subsequently infected citizens was now in the hands of specialists, so Yi Chen didn't need to worry about it.

"Mo Yu, I'm giving you half a day off too. Go and attend to your matters," Yi Chen said, waving his hand without turning to look at Mo Yu before continuing on his patrol. He found that Longjiang Prefecture had become like a treasure land, where one could 'hit gold coins' every day, so he needed to patrol even more.

As for giving the subordinates time off, Yi Chen had his reasons.

People are not machines, maintaining high pressure all the time isn't good, so giving everyone half a day off was beneficial. He could change his outfit and patrol the streets incognito, which allowed for a combination of relaxed yet tight security; this was better for the "crops" to grow.

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When Mo Yu heard Yi Chen's words, he was momentarily stunned and looked around at the street crowd, somewhat at a loss.

After pondering for a moment, he looked at the vendors selling clothes and sugar-coated haws on the street, and an idea struck him. He bought many clothes and snacks suitable for children, and holding the large and small packages, he rushed to the welfare institution in the city.

His name was Mo Yu, and he too had grown up in a welfare institution.

The security department had taken him from the welfare institution when he was a child and taught him cultivation.

Born and raised in the same place.

He had a deep sense of belonging to Longjiang Prefecture, and that was why he had been working so hard recently.

Otherwise, he would be one of the biggest slackers in the security department.

The welfare institution of Longjiang Prefecture was located at the border of South City and North City, and after a long walk, Mo Yu finally arrived at the welfare institution.

The welfare institution was one of Da Yue Dynasty's notable acts of charity.

It was led by the government, with various major families and wealthy households funding its construction and operations.

The welfare institution in Longjiang Prefecture was built with the Chen Family as the primary financier.

The Chen Family was one of the nine great families of the Da Yue Dynasty.

The Chen family in Longjiang Prefecture was a branch that had moved out and separated from the main Chen Family hundreds of years ago, basically developing step by step alongside Longjiang Prefecture. They held an extraordinary status in Longjiang Prefecture and, of course, their wealth was second to none.

After hundreds of years of deep cultivation, the Chen family's influence had penetrated every aspect of Longjiang Prefecture and was tightly connected to the city.

"Mo Yu, you've come again," a servant greeted Mo Yu eagerly as soon as he entered the welfare institution.

After nodding and exchanging a few words with the servant, Mo Yu went straight to the inner yard, knowing the way well.

In no time, countless children came running out, shouting "Big Brother Mo, Big Brother Mo" non-stop.

"Xiaoxin, Xiao Wanzi, here's something for you to eat. Don't let the other kids see," Mo Yu said, handing out the clothes and snacks he had bought. He then stealthily pulled the two kids to a corner, and from his pocket, he took out two bags of candied fruits and gave them to Xiaoxin and Xiao Wanzi.

No love in this world is evenly distributed.

Everyone has their biases.

Those who could love every person equally must be among the saints.

Clearly, Mo Yu was not a saint.

As for why he specially treated Xiaoxin and Xiao Wanzi with extra kindness, the reasons were quite simple.

Xiaoxin's facial features resembled his own.

And Xiao Wanzi's personality was like his.

It was that simple.

And for the common folk, candied fruit was considered a precious delicacy.

Because.

Sweet!

Those who had enough bitterness in life would cherish every bit of sweetness in it!

Don't think the orphanage is a paradise on earth.

It's also a microcosm of society, with many undisclosed scandals.

There was bullying, desire, and hierarchy.

Mo Yu was at the bottom of the food chain back then, dirty like a skinny monkey.

An old town sergeant rescued him from the mire; he was too weak to fight for food and would often get beaten up by children his age.

The old sergeant pulled him from the mud, brushed the grass off his lips, and put a piece of candied fruit wrapped in oily paper into his mouth.

He who was soaked in life's bitter waters tasted for the first time that the human world could contain such delicious food.

After that, the old sergeant visited him now and then; with the old man's care, Mo Yu's life improved substantially, and his natural intelligence led the town guards to single him out from the orphanage.

It was a day when the sunshine was particularly bright, dazzlingly so.

The old man's weathered face bloomed like a chrysanthemum with a smile.

Years later, just as he awakened his spirit and cultivated his first strand of mana, hoping to share the news with the old sergeant, he received only the man's waist knife—the old sergeant had perished on a mission.

That day, though never asked, he took the surname Mo in the old man's honor, donned sackcloth and filial piety bands, and buried the old sergeant like a son would for his father.

Afterwards, he took over the old sergeant's role, visiting the orphanage every month for a few days.

Only those who have been drenched know to hold an umbrella for others when it rains.

For some reason, looking at the gloomy sky, Mo Yu felt an intense longing for the old sergeant today, missing the clumsy, tall old man.

His eyes became slightly moist in that moment.

"Big Brother Mo, have one." A crisp, childish female voice interrupted Mo Yu's reverie.

Girls' thoughts are always especially sensitive.

And children who've suffered a lot are even more delicate.

Xiao Wanzi extended her thin arm, offering Mo Yu a piece of candied fruit.

Mo Yu smiled and took it.

"It's very sweet, Xiao Wanzi."

Seeing Mo Yu smile, Xiao Wanzi also revealed a happy smile—and so did Xiaoxin.

Mo Yu was an orphan, and so were Xiaoxin and Xiao Wanzi.

Their parents had all perished in a world beset by evil.

When orphans meet orphans,

Then,

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They become family.

Once the evil in Longjiang Prefecture was dealt with, Mo Yu decided he would adopt the two youngsters.

He had no plans to find a dao companion anyway.

A dao companion? What nonsense!

Were the sisters at the Moonlight Pavilion not fragrant anymore?

After leaving the orphanage, Mo Yu rushed to the largest seafood market in Longjiang Prefecture, the Moonlight Pavilion, without stopping for a break.

Visiting the orphanage was just a form of mental relief.

For physical fatigue, there were the sisters of Moonlight Pavilion.

He would report to the Taoist priest in the afternoon after finishing there.

The plan was set.