Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 649 - 388. Goddess, your chicken foot is showing from under the hem of your skirt_3

Chapter 649: 388. Goddess, your chicken foot is showing from under the hem of your skirt_3

This is clearly the whiteface.

Lada glanced at the whiteface and suddenly felt a bit nauseous.

He knew better than anyone that "whiteface" was actually the worm powder ground from "Bai shan’sa Worms," likely mixed with some unspeakable ingredient.

As for Bai shan’sa Worms, they were creatures cultivated by villagers under the guidance of the Bai shan Sect.

These worms emerged after the Age of Calamity, possessing remarkable cold resistance and an astonishingly hearty appetite.

Most organic matter falls within their dining range.

Villagers would regularly venture out to chop down ice-bound trees, cut them into small segments, and offer them to Bai shan’sa Worms.

From egg hatching to adult worm growth takes just a brief five days.

Eventually, dried adult worms are ground into powder, which becomes the long-preserving whiteface.

The method of consuming whiteface is simple: melt a little snow, add whiteface into it, and heat it until warm.

Alternatively, one could mash up Bai shan’sa Worms and add them to whiteface, skipping the snow melting process.

During the long winters, it’s these inconspicuous little worms that allowed many Shapudian People to survive.

Honestly speaking.

Lada, used to meals in Eastern City, really couldn’t stomach this gamey-smelling stuff.

But he had to eat it and must not show any sign of disdain, or he’d offend the entire village.

Lada said "thank you," deliberately swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then reached out to take the bowl.

At the moment he touched it.

The skin on his right hand immediately sensed many unwashed stains on the outer surface of the bowl.

This intensified Lada’s feeling of nausea.

But this was entirely understandable.

In such harsh conditions, fetching water was troublesome; how could villagers be expected to wash the bowl thoroughly every meal?

At most, they grab a handful of snow and wipe it haphazardly.

If villagers aren’t particular, they’d likely eat this meal and the next consecutively, since bacteria thrive less in low temperatures.

At this moment.

Lada suddenly felt a bit bewildered.

An unstoppable thought emerged in his mind: "In the future, if the Sect makes great sacrifices, driving away the Great Xia Dogs, and establishes a Shapudian People’s nation.

"Can we live the life Great Xia People have now, or do we continue eating whiteface and not washing bowls?

"If it’s the latter, is such sacrifice really meaningful?"

The bewilderment only lasted a moment; he quickly suppressed such dangerous thoughts: "The Goddess saved my life, I am the most devout disciple of the Goddess."

Lada quietly encouraged himself: "As long as all Shapudian People work together, we can definitely live like the Great Xia People."

He bravely stifled the nausea, brought the bowl to his lips, and took a sip, his throat moved several times, nearly vomiting.

Because it tasted horrible.

The paste only had a hint of salt, unable to mask the nauseating smell of Bai shan’sa Worm.

Fortunately, Lada kept his head down, preventing the middle-aged villager from noticing anything unusual.

He summoned all his willpower, forced down that mouthful of paste.

The middle-aged villager glanced at Lada, mistakenly thinking he enjoyed it, and then left of his own accord, closing the door.

Lada breathed a huge sigh of relief, promptly setting the bowl aside.

At this moment.

His vision suddenly blurred, and a slightly ethereal female voice sounded by his ear.

"Lada, now the Sect needs your selfless dedication!"

Lada nearly jumped up, but he was missing a leg, unable to complete the action.

This was the holy voice of the Great Goddess!

At the time he was kneeling under the Divine Form, receiving the mission ceremony from the Defender Army, he had heard this voice; he would never forget it for his entire life.

Lada struggled to kneel down respectfully and said: "Great Goddess, I am willing to dedicate everything to the Sect!"

The ethereal female voice continued: "Lada, I need you to quickly leave Shapudian and proceed alone to Qingkang Town in Antai Kingdom."

Along with this message, the image of a snow-covered town appeared in Lada’s mind along with the route map to Qingkang Town over the border.

This incredible method made Lada inadvertently freeze for a moment.

Recalling something, Lada hesitated and said: "Great Goddess, I very much wish to serve you, but my right leg is gone, I can’t walk..."

His words were interrupted by the Goddess.

"There’s a wooden stick nearby, take it and place it under your stump."

Lada was a bit confused, yet he obeyed.

The next instant.

A miraculous sight unfolded.

"Buzz~"

The stick vibrated several times.

Green sprouts rapidly emerged, transforming into vines that grew swiftly, hundreds of vines braided together soon forming a leg-like shape, securely affixed to his stump.

Lada was nearly dumbfounded.

This was clearly the Goddess’s means of intervention, designed to solve his inability to walk.

Lada reflexively moved the vine leg, feeling it wasn’t overly functional.

For the vine leg only provided support, traversing rugged terrain, especially snow-bound mountains, would likely take half a month to reach the destination.

If delayed, would it hinder the Goddess’s matters?

Lada opened his mouth to express his concerns.

He had no opportunity to voice it.

"Ah~"

Lada screamed.

He felt something in the vine leg piercing into his flesh, pain riveting him with tremors.