Chapter 3: Inspiring a General, Breaking the Deadlock

Before everyone's eyes, a white steamed bun miraculously appeared. The crowd was silent. Gasp. People drew in their breath. "He made it appear?" "Quick, see if it's edible!"

Wang Er held the bun excitedly, squeezing it gently. The soft, smooth bun emitted a sweet aroma, making the onlookers salivate. Wang Er took a small bite, and his dry lips seemed to regain some color. His hands trembled with excitement, and soon, tears streamed down his face. "I've never... tasted anything so delicious."

Starving, Wang Er devoured the bun in a few bites. At that moment, everyone understood. Wang Yan could indeed produce food! To them, it was like magic. The crowd was amazed.

Especially Wang Er, who felt the fullness in his stomach. He looked at Wang Yan with awe. Wang Yan watched, noting the change in Wang Er's attribute panel. [Emotion Value +100] [Follower +1]

The transformed follower, Wang Er, suddenly dashed toward Wang Yan. "Master, I'll help you escape!" Seeing this, Zhang Yan's pupils shrank, and his eyes filled with killing intent. "Stop Wang Er!" Zhang Yan shouted. Thud. The Yellow Turban soldiers kicked Wang Er away, but he got up and charged at Wang Yan again, determined to save him.

The soldiers, initially skeptical, were now shocked. Wang Er's desperate actions confirmed Wang Yan's ability to produce food. Wang Er, seeing a glimmer of hope, was driven by his family's dire situation. His family had starved, his siblings died, and his parents had recently passed away. He was all alone.

"Master, can you make more?" someone asked tentatively. Wang Yan smiled at the hopeful faces. "Of course, but this is a blessing for kind and sincere people."

As he spoke, many raised their hands respectfully. [Host exchanges 100 white steamed buns, consumes 100 emotion points] One by one, buns appeared in their hands. The crowd erupted. "Divine food!" "Magic!" "Immortal!"

Everyone looked at Wang Yan with reverence. In his mind, system notifications kept appearing. [Emotion Value +99] [Emotion Value +99] [Follower +1] [Follower +1]

The crowd, almost in a frenzy, enjoyed the buns. "This is so good!" "So fragrant!" "So sweet!"

The scene turned chaotic as people fought over buns. "It's mine!" "Give it back!" Some even fought each other.

A desperate woman, holding her child, pleaded: "Master, my child hasn't eaten in days. Please, give us a bun." Wang Yan used the system to produce two buns. "Thank you, thank you!"

The woman and child wept with joy. The soldiers guarding Ren Hongchang were stunned and lowered their guard. Ren Hongchang broke free, holding up her hands and looking at Wang Yan with tears. Wang Yan smiled. A bun appeared in her hands. The girl, amazed, took a small bite. Her eyes widened in surprise. "My master can perform magic?"

Realizing the situation, Ren Hongchang shouted: "Who gave you these buns?" "The Immortal Master!" they replied. "Will you just watch as he suffers?" "No!" they shouted.

Wang Yan's eyes shone. Ren Hongchang had a sharp political mind, proving invaluable.

A follower rushed up to help Wang Yan. "Master, I'll help you escape!" Then another, and another...

Zhang Yan, seeing the chaos, ordered: "Kill Wang Yan now!"

Despite the followers' efforts, the unarmed civilians couldn't break the soldiers' defense. Ren Hongchang, desperate, saw the executioner raise his blade. Her face turned pale.

Wang Yan, feeling despair, looked around for his father's men. Two spies sent by Wang Fen watched helplessly. "We can't help. The enemy is too strong." "The army is too far away to help."

As fear gripped Wang Yan, the executioner's blade fell. But instead of feeling the cold steel, he felt the ropes loosen. Had the executioner missed? No, the executioner had become a follower.

The executioner knelt before Wang Yan. "I, Zhou Cang, was forced to join the rebels. Thanks to the Immortal Master, I now see the light. I will serve you faithfully!"

Wang Yan was stunned. "Who did you say you were?"