flstandardbreds Chapter 1010 You Be the City God
Chapter 1010 You Be the City God
Chapter 1010: You Be the City God! Thinking about the drought outside, the county magistrate even led people to pray for rain.
Shui Wuhen then asked Mu Yang, "Since you are a deity here, why don't you take action to solve the drought outside?"
Mu Yang sighed, "I'm confined to this area within ten miles of Shou'an County. Even if I wanted to help, there wouldn't be much of a use. It can't just rain in this ten-mile radius while other places suffer from drought, can it?"
Shui Wuhen was also a little dumbfounded.
Mu Yang looked at him and said, "Can't you also cast spells? Why don't you try using your skills?"
Shui Wuhen smiled wryly as well, "My cultivation level has been suppressed to about the same as that of a Qi Refining cultivator. It might be okay to irrigate a few acres of land, but how can I cast spells in this drought that stretches for hundreds of miles?"
Mu Yang also fell silent. The two of them, one a deity and the other a celestial king, were utterly helpless in the face of a minor natural disaster in the mortal realm.
Shui Wuhen pondered for a moment, wondering if he could break free from his restraints and use the Spring Breeze and Rain Technique if he could comprehend even a little bit of the power of the laws of heaven and earth in this world.
Thinking of this, he said to Mu Yang, "Brother Mu, I'll go and try to see if I can come up with a way to relieve this drought."
Unexpectedly, Mu Yang suddenly said, "Natural disasters and man-made calamities are perhaps the tribulations that these mortals are meant to endure. If we forcibly intervene, wouldn't that be going against the will of Heaven?"
Shui Wuhen pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "If these tribulations were something mortals should have to endure, then the Divine Palace wouldn't have sent you cultivators down to become immortals. Isn't the duty of immortals in the mortal realm to protect these mortals?"
These words left Mu Yang speechless.
He waved his hand, "Alright, go ahead and give it a try."
As soon as Shui Wuhen stepped out the door, Mu Yang hurriedly called out, "Come here and talk to me more often when you have nothing to do."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "I can tell you more about the realm of gods."
Shui Wuhen turned around and smiled, "Sure."
In fact, he already knew enough about the situation in the divine realm.
If he cannot ascend to immortality, listening to more advice will be useless; the best course of action is to improve his cultivation level as soon as possible.
Shui Wuhen left Shou'an City and headed towards the highest mountain peak in sight.
The mountains here are not high; the highest one is only about three or four hundred meters high.
Although he cannot fly in this mortal realm, the spiritual energy within his body can circulate and act on his legs, allowing him to perform a leaping technique or something similar.
Therefore, Shui Wuhen didn't need to find a way up the mountain. He simply chose the shortest route and used his lightness skill, which was like that of a mortal, to easily reach the top of the mountain.
After finding a place to stay on the mountaintop, I took out a futon from my storage ring and sat cross-legged on the mountaintop.
He did not cast the spell immediately, but patiently waited for nightfall.
Of course, Shui Wuhen wasn't idle during this time either.
He closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and began to try to sense the laws of heaven and earth in this space.
The mountain wind was strong at the top, making his dark hair fly wildly.
Gradually, when the mountain wind blew, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall. The fluttering strands of hair fell down, quietly ceasing to move.
As the last rays of the setting sun completely disappeared and night fell, Shui Wuhen opened his eyes.
Immediately, he quickly made a hand seal, and a cloud of white mist formed in front of him. Then the mist turned into water droplets, and the raindrops fell on the trees in front of him.
Seeing that this Spring Breeze and Rain Technique was not much better than that of a Qi Refining cultivator, Shui Wuhen's face darkened.
He closed his eyes and sat in meditation again, opening his mind and sensing the immense suppressive power of this world's space on him.
Soon, the night faded and the sky brightened.
The sun rises in the east, and the temperature begins to climb.
At this moment, Shui Wuhen was like a sculpture, sitting cross-legged on the mountaintop, motionless.
At noon, the wild grass on the mountain and the leaves of the big trees all looked dehydrated and wilted.
The scorching sun is like a giant furnace, baking everything on the earth.
There wasn't a single cloud in the sky.
As time went by, the sun finally and reluctantly disappeared again.
At the foot of the mountain, farmers, still making their last struggle, scooped up muddy water from the ditch and irrigated the parched soil.
One day, two days, three days... ten days.
The muddy water in the ditch finally dried up, and there was no hope of even carrying water to irrigate anymore.
An old farmer stood on the edge of the field, looking at his dying crops, and two lines of clear tears rolled down his cloudy old eyes.
As night fell again, Shui Wuhen finally opened his eyes once more.
His figure slowly rose and hovered high in the sky.
He then formed hand seals and performed the Spring Breeze and Rain Technique.
A vast expanse of white fog enveloped the surrounding area, which was most severely affected by the drought, for a radius of three hundred miles.
The sound of rain pounding on the roof tiles startled the farmer, who was tossing and turning in bed, and made him sit up.
Countless people rushed outside, looked up at the sky, and opened their mouths wide to let the rain, which was like sweet dew, fall into their mouths.
Their faces beamed with the joy of surviving a disaster.
The rain poured down all night, only stopping at the first light of dawn.
Water fell slowly and without a trace onto the mountaintop, its form majestic.
At this moment, he is a banished immortal who has descended to the mortal realm, and also a deity who protects mortals.
In order not to frighten the mortals, Shui Wuhen gracefully flew down the mountain alone and continued walking into Shou'an City.
The soldiers guarding the city gate were the same ones as before.
He looked at the young nobleman walking on the muddy road, whose clothes were still impeccably dressed and whose shoes were completely free of mud.
Then he just stared blankly at Shui Wuhen's feet.
Shui Wuhen didn't care whether he noticed anything strange or not, and he casually walked back into the city.
This time, he had a clear goal and headed straight for the City God Temple.
After Shui Wuhen left, Mu Yang waited for two or three days, but Shui Wuhen did not return.
He was so annoyed by the crowds who came to the City God Temple again to pray for rain that he simply hid away and went to sleep again.
Therefore, Shui Wuhen arrived at the City God Temple and wandered around the main hall, but Mu Yang still did not appear.
He didn't care whether the other party was a divine cultivator whose cultivation level was far higher than his, and a wisp of spiritual energy landed on the statue's feet.
The next moment, a phantom figure suddenly jumped up and angrily said, "Shui Wuhen, what do you want to do?"
Shui Wuhen chuckled, "I came as promised, but you were hiding away to sleep, so this was the only way to wake you up."
Mu Yang snorted, then asked in surprise, "Did you cast a spell to bring this rain? How did you do that?"
Shui Wuhen laughed and said, "I said I wanted to do good deeds and save countless people, so Heaven gave me a break."
Mu Yang scoffed, "Keep making this up."
He didn't ask any further questions, but instead rolled his eyes and said, "Since you can bring rain to large areas, it will definitely be easier for you to do other things. Why don't you secretly become the City God?"