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Chapter 355 Willingness to Give Up, Going Against the Grain
On Xiaofeng Mountain, by the Water Mirror.

While the ugly monkey kept crying out "Ouch!", the changes in the northern frontier were still unfolding rapidly.

As many flood victims drowned, cries of distress immediately arose from the riverbank:
"Heavens! This isn't some celestial river descending to earth, a divine manifestation! This...this is clearly the arrival of a demon star! This is treacherous water, the underworld! Help, help me..."

The crying and screaming disaster victims crawled and tumbled backward on the ground.

His cries touched countless people around him, and in an instant, even more disaster victims cried out in panic.

The voices, linked together and filled with hatred, cried out: "Heavens! How cruel you are! When we prayed for rain, you didn't send any, and now that we're almost dying of thirst, you've sent us this filthy water."

This water is dangerous, it can drown people! We don't want this water!

"Heavens, you're too late, hahaha... My dad, my mom, my younger brother and sister, my wife and children... they've all died of thirst, I'm the only one left."

"Even if you bring more water, I won't want it! I'm so angry!"

"Woooooooo..."

Amid the cries, one suddenly saw the water level in the wide waterway, which had been surging and churning just moments before, drop sharply.

slam-la-

In the blink of an eye, the surging river water seemed to seep into countless grains of sand, disappearing without a trace.

"Ah! The water's gone, the water's gone, waah..."

Some victims screamed in agony, while others laughed maniacally.

The entire northern Xinjiang region, from top to bottom, from the sky to the ground, was filled with despair at this moment.

It was as if a huge abyss had enveloped the world, and no living being in the northern frontier could escape it.

Even powerful local demons of the Northern Frontier, such as the Wolf King and the Snake King, or powerful outsiders like Wen Daoyuan and Chen Xu, seemed powerless in the face of this situation.

Scorching heat and drought engulfed the land, making it impassable to water and unable to receive rain. Even the great demon suffered from unbearable thirst.

The drought demon is invisible, and this matter cannot be resolved by simply eliminating three or five of its incarnations.

Even if we eliminate three or five, or even thirty or fifty, or even three or five hundred, as long as this land continues to refuse the influx of water, the problem here will remain unsolved.

Suddenly, Wen Daoyuan's expression changed. He abruptly raised his palm and reached out to grab an old man among the disaster victims who was still laughing maniacally.

boom!
With this grab, a cloud of black smoke suddenly burst from the old man's body.

Immediately afterwards, a bluish-black ghost head emerged from the old man's neck, screeching and howling:

"I hate it so much, I hate it so much! I don't want rain to fall from the sky! I'm dying of thirst, why should it rain? Waaaaah... Ah!"

boom--

Wen Daoyuan unleashed a bolt of lightning from his palm, angrily shouting, "What a Qing Sha ghost! You resent heaven and earth, bewitching people and causing their deaths!"

When the thunder struck, the Green Demon turned to flee, but how could it be faster than the golden thunder in the palm of the great scholar?

All that could be heard were strange cries, and the old ghost's ghostly body turned into ashes as it fled.

And so, the cries and screams that filled the arena fell silent.

The disaster victims stopped shouting and running around, but the canal construction that was in full swing had to be suspended.

The South-to-North Water Diversion Project is a grand undertaking.

But if the northern Xinjiang region is unable to store water, how can the water system in the southern Xinjiang region function?
Even if the southern Xinjiang region has abundant water reserves, it would be powerless to help such a vast expanse of arid land.

The worst fear is that they will insist on diverting water from southern Xinjiang.

After the endless depletion of the parched land in the north, if the south were to suffer from water shortages, thus spreading the drought from the north to the south, would there still be a clean land left in the whole world?
In the dried-up riverbed, Bai Cang, the Water Lord of Star Lake, raised his snake head and let out a soft hiss.

A flash of white light appeared, and the great demon transformed into an elegantly dressed scholar. He flew in mid-air, gazing at the vast, ravine-strewn land before him, and sighed silently.

The wolf king, disguised as a burly man, scratched his furry ears and stood in the riverbed, saying in a deep voice, "Sigh, should we still open this canal?"

This question is challenging everyone present.

Meanwhile, the emperor of Yujing Tiandu was finally persuaded by Liu Shao and decided to mobilize the Xingtian Guard to travel north and south to assist Wen Daoyuan and Chen Xu in performing their magic to complete the South-to-North Water Diversion Project.

However, the emperor's orders were taking far too long to arrive.

Although Xingtian Guard is directly under the emperor's control, its personnel are now occupied by various powerful families, resulting in a complex web of factions.

This led to various contradictions among the emperor regarding who to send, who to select, and who to transfer to which direction.

Liu Shao, the ostensibly treacherous and powerful minister, actually displayed utmost respect and cooperation towards the emperor in the Xuanhui Hall.

Not only did he not hinder or make things difficult for Liu Shao, but at first glance, you might even think that Liu Shao was a loyal minister, an extremely loyal minister!

Having witnessed all of this, Wang Zhen was even more alarmed.

It should be noted that Liu Shao's behavior was not like this before.

No, that's not right either.

When the emperor summoned Liu Shao alone, the person attending him was not Wang Zhen, but another grand eunuch, Shi Chunping.

Recently, that old fellow fell ill and has been recuperating at the Rejuvenation Center these days.

Therefore, Wang Zhen had no idea how the two sides behaved when the emperor summoned Liu Shao alone.

He subconsciously assumed that Liu Shao must be a treacherous minister in front of the emperor because of Liu Shao's domineering and intimidating style in the court.

But in reality, Liu Shao was not.

Wang Zhen discovers that he has learned another extraordinary secret.

For some reason, Wang Zhen was not happy about discovering more secrets; on the contrary, his fear intensified.

Why did Shi Chunping fall ill at this particular time?
Can his illness be cured?
Will this old rival be able to return to the Emperor's court from the Rejuvenation Bureau?
Just as Wang Zhen was filled with apprehension, the latest news came from outside.

The visitor was Zhang Yu, the star-gazing official from the Imperial Observatory. Zhang Yu hurried over and said nervously:

"Your Majesty, the delegation led by Headmaster Wen has been blocked at Jingheng Road. Although the canal has been opened, water from the southern border cannot be brought to the northern border."

Even if the water were diverted, the mighty river would seep into the ground in an instant, drying up without a trace. This South-to-North Water Diversion Project seems utterly ineffective! We implore Your Majesty to consider this matter and provide guidance.”

After Zhang finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent for a moment.

Wang Zhen held his breath, barely daring to exhale. He was so tense that he couldn't even register his surprise at Zhang Yu's statement that "the South-to-North Water Diversion Project is unsolvable."

Or perhaps, Wang Zhen was already mentally prepared for this.

After all, the northern frontier was suffering from a severe drought, and the imperial court and experts from all sides had already taken turns trying countless methods to solve the drought.

If it couldn't be solved before, why should it be solved now?
Wang Zhen sighed inwardly.

The emperor also sighed, and said:

"Enough, I expected this. If the drought in the northern frontier could be resolved so easily, why would it have dragged on until now?"
This Chen Xu is a first-rate writer and his cultivation is astonishing, making him one of the top writers of his time. However, he is still too young and prone to making assumptions.

Master Wen was also deceived by him and incited by him.

With such fervor, they traveled north and south to undertake this massive undertaking. The amount of physical strength, energy, and magical power they expended is immeasurable…

If the South-to-North Water Diversion Project fails this time, I fear Master Wen's Dao heart will be damaged, his cultivation will decline, and his lifespan will be shortened.

"Oh no, Minister Liu, we must immediately dispatch the Xingtian Guards to the Northern Frontier to meet Master Wen. We cannot allow Master Wen to be injured and left without support..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Suddenly, a mighty voice resounded throughout the world: "I, Wen Daoyuan, now swear an oath to sacrifice my life's achievements to assist my fellow Daoist Chen Xu."

"Sprinkle the essence and blood of the dragon, as a sacrifice to the long river of heaven and earth!"

The sound came from the distant sky above Jingheng Road, vast and rolling, as if carried by a celestial wind.

Yujing Tiandu is located in the very center of Gyeonggi Province, but it is actually not far from Jingheng Province.

The reason why the sixteen prefectures in the northern border region suffered from drought while the Gyeonggi Province remained unaffected was because the Gyeonggi Province held a special position and was protected by the national destiny.

At this very moment, the emperor declared in the Xuanhui Hall that the South-to-North Water Diversion Project would not succeed, while Wen Daoyuan was actually offering sacrifices in the northern frontier!

Everyone present, regardless of their level of shrewdness or composure, had a drastic change in expression at this moment.

When a great Confucian scholar offered sacrifices to the Dao, Heaven and Earth resonated with his sentiments.

By this point, Wen Daoyuan's voice had not only reached the skies above Yujing Tiandu.
Throughout the entire world, any living being who knows the whereabouts of "Wen Dao Yuan" can hear his voice.

And how many people in the entire Dali region do not know the name of the great Confucian scholar?

And it's not just Dali.

Even the Five Barbarian Kingdoms north of Yinshan Mountain heard this sound and were shaken.

Shi Jie Chanyu stepped out of the tent, looked up at the sky in surprise, and said: "I have long heard that the northern border of Dali is suffering from a severe drought, and there is a risk of national extinction. I have not allowed the tribes to send troops, but I want to wait for them to become completely weak."

Could it be that this country can still be saved?

Some herders knelt on the ground, murmuring prayers: "The Li Kingdom is suffering from a severe drought, please do not invade my tribe, Holy Spirit above, protect my Uge grassland..."

In the Imperial Palace of Yujing Tiandu.

The emperor could not hear the voices of the Five Barbarian tribes, but he knew that at a certain moment after Wen Daoyuan finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of rain pattering in his ears.

Crash, rumble—

This was a sudden downpour that descended upon all sixteen prefectures of northern Xinjiang!

Even in Gyeonggi Province, which is also located in the northern border region, heavy rain is falling at this moment.

In the palace, when the rain came, countless eunuchs and palace maids cheered uncontrollably.

"It's raining! Oh my god, it's raining! That's wonderful..."

"Oh, it's raining! It's pouring rain! Hahaha!"

It should be noted that although Gyeonggi Province has not experienced riverbeds drying up, ponds drying up, or deep wells running dry since the severe drought in northern Xinjiang, it has actually received no rainfall in the past few months.

Although the heavens and earth did not send rain, there were some wise men who summoned wind and rain several times to pray for rain to irrigate the farmland.

But it was just a light drizzle, barely enough to soothe people's hearts.

How could it be like this, with the rain pouring down in torrents?

The entire northern Xinjiang region was enveloped in abundant moisture, and the wonderfully cool sensation dispelled all the heat and drought.

This was actually Chen Xu finally using the thousand catties of dragon essence blood that he had refined!

The blood of the six thousand jin of the pseudo-dragon was refined into the true dragon essence blood, yielding only one thousand jin.

Entry hint: [If this essence and blood are sprinkled into rivers, it can control clouds and rain, guiding water to travel thousands of miles without ever running out of power.]

Chen Xu once considered whether to keep some of his essence for himself, but in the end he only drank two ounces and gave two ounces to Wen Daoyuan.

The rest of his essence and blood were scattered into rivers and lakes, creating clouds and rain to defy the will of Heaven!

What is the will of Heaven?

Is the severe drought in northern Xinjiang a sign from heaven?
No, if that were the case, someone would eventually be willing to go against the tide at any cost.

Inside the Xuanhui Hall, the emperor was nearly dumbfounded.

He hurried to the window and looked at the torrential rain, feeling dizzy for a moment.

He smelled it, he smelled the magical and powerful life force in the heavy rain at that moment.

What an enormous amount of energy that is!
It can truly be called the essence of heaven and earth, the splendor of all ages.

But now, some people are scattering it across the world without any hesitation.

The emperor, unsteady on his feet, could only shout, "Wang Zhen, Liu Shao, come here! I... I command you..."

(End of this chapter)