Xiao Yu never imagined that one day he would be driven to the brink of insanity by the mere act of mortals defecating.0

This single issue was enough to consume him; he had no time to spare for anything else.0

Upon taking office, Xiao Yu naturally felt it was his duty to understand the people’s plight and immediately set out to inspect the city. At the moment, the so-called city of Yong’an consisted of little more than a small cluster of wooden buildings and vast stretches of shantytowns.0

The moment he set foot in a shantytown, a pungent odor immediately hit his face. At the same time, the powerful senses of a sword cultivator instantly pinpointed the sources of the smell: one, two, three, four… a total of eleven piles of poo had been scattered in the street corners, under the trees, and behind the houses. There was even one right before his eyes in the middle of the street!1

For the first time in his life, Xiao Yu wished that his perception wasn’t so sharp, and his perception hadn’t reacted so quickly.0

To avoid causing a public sensation, Xiao Yu had not announced his visit. He was walking on his own...0