By associating with Nezha, I became the darling of the Chinese gods.

Chapter 153 Commanding the East Sea! Welcome Home, Ancestor!
"Leave the higher-ups to me; you're in charge of guarding the dike!"

As she spoke, Wen Miao grabbed her fire-tipped spear and leaped into the ranks of Wei Ning and the others.

No nonsense.

Wen Miao raised her gun and, with a nimble spin, pierced a candidate's vital point.

The Samadhi True Fire does not extinguish when it encounters water; instead, it grows ever stronger, becoming invincible and burning opponents until they clutch their buttocks and try to escape.

In the past, these test takers would have wisely made their escape long ago.

But now that they can regenerate indefinitely, they have nothing to fear and are rushing headlong into Wen Miao's gun like they don't care about their lives.

The examinees in the sky were stopped by Wen Miao.

The situation on the ground, however, is not so optimistic.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

"Wenmiao, something's wrong with this rain! It's corrupting our divine power!"

Fan Ling was soaked to the bone by rain and blood, and her eyes were bloodshot, making her almost unrecognizable.

Even when her divine power was exhausted, she dared not stop. Instead, she squeezed out the last bit of divine power from her body to stabilize the dam, gritting her teeth as she said:
"We must first find a way to stop the rain!"

"Wait a minute, I have an idea!"

At this moment, the water-elemental deities present cleverly recalled the make-up exams they had taken at the seminary—

Pray for rain!

Thinking differently, perhaps they could try praying to the gods to stop the rain!

Taking advantage of a lull in the fighting with the candidates from faction 1, someone shouted loudly:

"Qi Xinglan, your affinity with water deities is the highest here, so why don't you preside over this rain-stopping ceremony?"

"Okay! I'll take care of it!"

Qi Xinglan stepped forward without hesitation, bit his tongue hard, and spat out a mouthful of blood essence.

"Snapped--!"

Qi Xinglan clasped his hands together, closed his eyes reverently, and said in a rhythmic and measured tone:
"By the Pure Water True Lord, Qi Xinglan hereby beseeches the divine to descend upon this realm and command the rain to cease!"

Wow!
The rain is still falling.

How can this be? !
Qi Xinglan stared at the sky in disbelief, unable to believe that her prayers had been in vain.

This trick used to work every time!
For some reason, his prayers were not accepted by the gods and were completely ignored.

Large raindrops pattered against the faces of the candidates in Camp 2, turning their faces red and extinguishing the fire in their hearts.

The rain, falling heavier and heavier, seemed to mock their powerlessness with an air of arrogance.

Heh, as long as the gods don't respond to them, they're not even worth a blade of grass!
Want the rain to stop?

Impossible in this lifetime!
It's either death or surrender!

The candidates in Camp 1 couldn't help but burst into laughter upon seeing this, a sense of superiority welling up within them.

They had completely changed from their earlier pathetic state of crying and screaming after being burned by Wen Miao; now they were pointing at the noses of the candidates in camp number 2 and cursing:

"A bunch of idiots! They actually thought they could pray to the gods to stop the rain!"

"This is hilarious! Do you even know which big shot ordered this torrential rain? They actually dared to beg Him for help! They're courting death!"

"Hahaha, so what if Wen Miao can beat us? You chose the wrong path from the very beginning!"

"If you knew who your opponents were going to be in this battle of gods, you would definitely regret it!"

"Alas, what a pity, even if you regret it and surrender now, it's too late."

Wei Ning and the others wore expressions of unspeakable pride and arrogance, as if they were high and mighty gods looking down on insignificant mortals.

"Crack clap..."

Immediately afterwards, a crack the size of a palm appeared on the dam, and it kept getting bigger and bigger…

The dam has cracked again!
Qi Xinglan tilted his head back, his eyes bulging with fury, and silently clenched his fists.

A sense of helplessness and frustration overwhelmed me.

Water droplets fell into his eyes, making it impossible to tell whether the water on his face was tears or rain.

The people in the city knelt down and wept, despair pervading everyone's hearts.

There were strong men who risked their lives, women who cooked for days on end, and old women who sewed sandbags day and night, eventually even going blind from exhaustion…

Faced with the torrential rain, they were helpless and could only kowtow repeatedly. The muddy rain blurred their sorrowful faces, making them look so humble that it was heartbreaking.

After several days of continuous dike repair and flood control, an old man could no longer endure it. Exhausted, he collapsed to the ground and wailed:

"Please, God, have mercy! Please stop the rain!"

"Our crops are gone, our homes are gone, and now we're going to lose our lives too?!" "If the river god has a spirit... if the rain god has a spirit... if the dragon king has a spirit... please spare us!"

However, the ants' dying cries did not elicit the slightest sympathy from the rain.

Just then, Wen Miao suddenly shuddered as a surge of intense heat flowed into the top of her head, then through her meridians and into her dantian.

A series of dragon roars swirled and surged within her body!
At this moment, Wen Miao felt as if she had transformed into a dragon!

"Let me, the king, do it!"

A faint roar lingered in Wenmiao's ears.

This king…

That voice is...!
Wen Miao's eyes widened suddenly, and her heart skipped a beat.

thump!
The next second—

Wen Miao felt her right hand being lifted up by an invisible force, as if it were about to command the East Sea!

I rely on!

This feeling of being invincible...

Is that the boss of the East China Sea?!

Wen Miao's eyes suddenly gleamed, and she abruptly pointed to the sky, laughing loudly:
"Alright! Then welcome our ancestor..."

"go home!!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a majestic and imposing azure dragon phantom suddenly appeared from behind Wen Miao…

Rise up from the ground!

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

A deep, resonant dragon's roar tore through the dark, cloud-covered sky.

In an instant, the dark clouds dispersed, and the light shone brilliantly!
A majestic azure dragon phantom roams freely across the heavens and earth, its tail sweeping up and calming the East Sea.

The surrounding examinees were utterly astonished, their jaws dropping in disbelief: "Holy crap! That's terrifying!"

"What's that flying in the sky?!"

"It looks like just a blur!"

"Incredible! If even a clone is this powerful, who exactly is he?!"

Who is he?
Wen Miao stared blankly at the sky, her heart pounding.

If she wasn't mistaken, he was none other than Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea!
As the head of the Four Dragon Kings, he controls the rain, thunder, floods, and tsunamis in his region!

Even if his true form is not present, these dragon roars can still make the entire East Sea bow down in submission!
This is his divine right, and no one can violate it!

On this East Sea, he is the only king!

A soft rustling sound...

The rain gradually subsided, and eventually it really stopped!
In an instant, the sky brightened! Rays of light shone everywhere!

The warm light shone on the hunched backs of every citizen, and they couldn't help but burst into tears.

The East Sea has a spirit…

The Dragon King has a spirit…

The candidates in Camp 1 gasped in shock, rubbing their eyes vigorously, wondering if they were seeing things.

This torrential rain was personally arranged by that great god!

How could it have vanished so easily?!
They stared incredulously at Wen Miao's retreating figure, everyone frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

What tricks did Wen Miao just now?!

Qi Xinglan and the other water elemental gods watched Wen Miao's retreating figure with mixed feelings.

Just now, their god did not respond to them, and they thought this devastating rainstorm was about to strike...

As it turned out, the deity that Wenmiao believed in accomplished it.

At this moment, they could not describe their feelings; they were filled with unspeakable shame and distress.

If gods refuse to protect mortals, then why do people call them 'gods'?
Outside the examination room.

The interstellar people who had been watching the war of gods were all stunned.

Gazing at the image of the azure dragon soaring against the wind and traversing the East China Sea, they broke out in goosebumps all over their bodies.

That's... a real dragon!

(End of this chapter)