Volume 1, Chapter 33: Disaster Relief Is Like Fighting a Fire! Ever Heard of a Foundation?

Seeing those flying ships and reading the inscriptions on them, the young cultivator stood frozen in place.

Before the ships had even come to a full stop, figures began to descend from them, moving with hurried, solemn expressions. Voices rang out continuously:

"Hurry, hurry! Disaster relief is like fighting a fire—everyone get into the air!"

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Where are the Spirit Restoration Pills? Where is the Bruise-Healing Herb? We have wounded over here!"

"Where is the demolition team? I see people trapped beneath the collapsed mountain—a few of you, come and move this rubble!"

"Guard squad, follow me! There are still a few sea demons over there that aren't quite dead yet—take them out first!"

The group worked with clear division of labor. After a brief exchange, they scattered with precision, flying toward various sectors.

A woman in a white dress descended from the air and approached the young cultivator, asking with concern, "Fellow Daoist, are you alright?"

The young cultivator shook his head frantically. "I am fine, but please, save my senior brothers and sisters... I will be your servant for the rest of my life if you do, I beg you!" As he spoke, he knelt down and began kowtowing repeatedly until his forehead turned raw and red.

The woman quickly helped him up. "Get up, please. Rest assured, we will do everything we can!"

She carefully examined his senior brother’s condition, took out a pill with a rich, fragrant medicinal aroma, and fed it to him. Then, she channeled her own spiritual energy to help him refine the medicine. Before long, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Fortunately, the treatment was highly effective. The senior brother’s injuries began to heal at a visible rate; the demonic energy lingering in his wounds was dispelled by the properties of the pill, and his breathing gradually steadied.

At the same time, others had discovered this small mountain gate. Several more figures in identical white robes descended, locating survivors and beginning treatment. As familiar faces were unearthed, many who had been on the brink of death were brought back from the edge.

The young cultivator was moved to tears, kowtowing repeatedly in gratitude. "Thank you, thank you all... My name is Wang Xiaohu. I will definitely repay you, I swear it!"

The many white-clad figures shared a smile and turned to leave, heading toward the next sector to save more lives.

"Wait!" Wang Xiaohu called out. The group turned back, looking at him with confusion.

"I... I still don't know your names, or where you come from! When my master and the others wake up and ask, I need to be able to tell them so I can repay this debt of kindness!"

A man pointed to the golden-threaded embroidery on his lapel and laughed, "We are from the Langya Charitable Foundation of Tianjue Island. Helping those in peril and rescuing the distressed is the very foundation of our organization. No repayment is necessary!"

With that, they hurried away. Wang Xiaohu stood there, stunned.

*Helping those in peril and rescuing the distressed... no repayment necessary...*

Hadn't his senior brother always said that in the world of cultivation, life and death are governed by fate and have nothing to do with others? These people before him seemed... different from everyone else.

With this thought in mind, Wang Xiaohu glanced at his master and fellow disciples, who had yet to wake, and felt a sudden stirring in his heart. He began to run after the members of the Foundation.

...

On the shallows, a cultivator who had barely survived the disaster was drained of all spiritual power, only to encounter several sea demons that had not yet retreated. He struggled desperately, facing death at every turn.

At this critical moment, several white-clad cultivators descended, shielding him behind them. Their cultivation levels were not high—mostly at the Qi Condensation stage—but by working together, they quickly drove the sea demons away.

"Many thanks to you all for saving my life! This is all my savings; it is not much, but I hope you will not refuse it!" The rogue cultivator was sensible and understood the rules of the cultivation world. Since they had saved his life, he couldn't let them work for nothing. He resolutely offered his only storage bag.

However, the person opposite him just smiled gently and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are too kind, but our Charitable Foundation does not accept any rewards for disaster relief! If we did, we would be punished upon our return."

The rogue cultivator was stunned. He noticed the pattern and text on their chests: not some sect or school, but the "Langya Charitable Foundation." What kind of sect was this? He had never heard of it. He must be ill-informed to not know that such a force existed in the Northern Territory.

"But... I cannot let you all work for nothing!" the man insisted, feeling uneasy.

"The wages for our work have already been paid by the Foundation!"

With that, the group moved on to another area.

"Charitable... Foundation..." The man watched them depart, murmuring to himself with a complex expression. Since when did such an organization exist in the Northern Territory?

...

Somewhere, a collapsed mountain peak crushed a large section of buildings. The massive boulders, each weighing tens or even hundreds of thousands of catties, were piled high like a stone mountain. Under such pressure, a mortal would have no chance of survival, and even for a cultivator, it would be difficult to break free unless they were at least a Golden Core stage master.

Not to mention that those trapped were mostly low-level Qi Condensation disciples. Having already been injured in the battle against the sea demons, even if they hadn't died instantly, they were unlikely to escape on their own.

Lin Caiwei, one of the leaders of this relief mission, was at the Foundation Establishment stage. She frowned as she looked at the scene, her spiritual sense sweeping the area. "There are at least a hundred people trapped down there, and they are still alive! Bring the artifacts!"

Before long, someone brought a thin, long pestle. Lin Caiwei took it and tossed it into the air. The pestle grew in the wind, transforming into a giant object dozens of feet tall, shimmering with golden light.

As she channeled her power, the massive iron pestle slammed into the mountain! Once! Twice! Until the top half of the mountain began to shake and rattle.

For such a massive stone mountain, Lin Caiwei’s power alone was insufficient. The hundreds of Foundation members accompanying her worked in unison. When Lin Caiwei’s spiritual energy was nearly exhausted, they took over the work, allowing her time to hold spirit stones and frantically recover her mana.

For a time, the group worked with such fervor that they drew a crowd of onlookers.

"Whoa... such a commotion? Is some sect leader's wife trapped under there?" one onlooker asked, confused by the situation.

"Not at all! They don't even know the people underneath!"

"They don't know them? Then why go to such great lengths?"

"Don't you know? They are from the Langya Charitable Foundation; their mission is to help those in peril! They've been here for half a day already, saving countless people without taking a single coin!"

"No payment? Are there really such great philanthropists in this world?"

"They say the head of this Charitable Foundation is the young master of the Wang family from the Langya Chamber of Commerce! The same one who caused such a stir holding the Ascension Conference... I didn't believe a playboy could do good deeds, but now, I'm not so sure!"