Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 237 Spilled Water Can Be Recovered
Boom!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and streaks of silver light filled the sky.

Millions of icy rain arrows were hurled down from the heavens, whistling mournfully as they crashed onto the turbid, churning river.

The waves surged like fury, and the wind rolled like towering peaks.

On this turbulent river, a painted boat sails steadily, unmoved by the raging winds and waves all around.

Nearby, there were also sampans and boats with canopies, about thirty or forty in total, like stars surrounding and protecting the painted boat.

"As expected of Commander Qian, it is rare for you to return to the county, yet so many people have come to visit you."

"Who says otherwise? Even the people from Shuiwozi are bringing him divine water again and again. If you ask me, Lord Zhu Tao is probably about to become an immortal!"

"When Lord Zhu Tao becomes an immortal, will we also be able to ascend to heaven as well, becoming something like fan-wielding, tray-carrying servants? Hahaha!!"

"He Hui and the others have returned with the water... The waves are high and the wind is strong. These boatmen might not be able to adapt to the river environment. Should we give them a ride?"

"Give me a damn thing! We're the prestigious Canal Gang, highly valued by His Majesty back in the day. It's only because he's forgotten about us that Shuiwozi rose to power. Otherwise, the four tyrants of the capital wouldn't be Shuiwozi, but our Canal Gang!"

Several members of the Canal Gang, wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats, sat under the boat awning playing dominoes.

Occasionally, glancing out the ship's window, one can see several small boats, battered by wind and rain, swaying and drifting.

The group of boatmen rowing the boat were also in a terrible state, their bodies soaked with a mixture of sweat and rain.

The members of the Caobang gang looked at the group of Shui San'er with indifference, hostility, and disregard.

Click!

A blinding flash of lightning instantly ripped through the dark sky.

The distant river view was no longer visible; only a white mist of rain connected the sky and the water.

Suddenly, the members of the Canal Gang vaguely sensed that a group of auras were rapidly approaching, tearing through the white mist and outlining the silhouettes of three ships.

"Who is coming..."

A True Intent martial artist dressed in blue walked to the bow of the ship, casually wiped the water droplets from his face, and his slightly warning voice abruptly stopped.

Something is wrong!
The newcomer is extremely powerful!
Despite the torrential rain and raging winds, the three small boats remained steady and untouched by the rain; even the decks were dry and brand new.

We sailed smoothly into this section of the river, as pleasant as a boat trip in spring.

This contrasted sharply with the other water carriers and the boats of the canal gangs that came to deliver water.

At the bow of one of the small boats, a figure stood silently.

He was of ordinary appearance, with slightly graying temples and fluttering robes. He looked like an ordinary old man, but his calm demeanor was like a pillar of strength, firmly anchoring the three ships in the wind and rain.

Seeing this, the warrior in blue stiffened, took a small step despite the heavy rain, and cupped his hands in greeting.
"Who is this senior who has come?"

"I wouldn't call myself a senior. I'm here to deliver water on the orders of Zhao Lulutou. My name is Chen Shunan."

Chen Shunan?
Upon hearing this, the warrior in blue robes looked puzzled. He realized that among the renowned True Intent masters in Wuqing County, there seemed to be no one with such a name, though the name sounded somewhat familiar.

But the next moment, he suddenly realized what was happening and looked at Chen Shunan with some surprise and uncertainty.

Did Chen Shunan really succeed in annihilating the Italian traitors?!
Thinking of this, the warrior in blue couldn't help but show a hint of admiration.

It was precisely because he was also a martial artist, a true martial artist, that he understood even more clearly the difficulties of eliminating the Yi bandits. Even with the assistance of external supplies and food, temperament, perseverance, and comprehension were all indispensable.

Otherwise, Lu Jing would not have achieved his current status.

Therefore, even though Chen Shunan was an outsider, the warrior in blue respected him as a man.

The warrior in blue bowed and said...

"So it was Brother Chen who was ordered to escort this batch of 'miracle water'. Please reduce your manpower, take the 'miracle water' with you, and follow me."

Having said that, the warrior in blue grabbed a straw raincoat, untied it, and with a few flashes, took a sampan and headed straight for the painted boat.

The boats along the way parted to make way.

Noticing the pairs of unseen eyes around him, eyes full of scrutiny, probing, and indifference, Chen Shunan simply summoned Lin Shouzhou to accompany him, leaving Manager Li, Xun Ye, Zhang Jinghe, and the others to remain on the other ships.

Then Chen Shunan rowed the oar, and the boat shot off like an arrow, arriving at the painted boat in the middle in the blink of an eye.

The warrior in blue turned around, pointed to the painted boat, and said...
"Brother Chen, what a coincidence! My captain is hosting a banquet for our friends, and there's also a distinguished guest from Fengchi Taoist Academy. Don't go to the main hall later; follow me and be careful not to offend this important person."

"Easy to say."

Chen Shunan nodded with a normal expression.

The pleasure boat has three decks, each covered with an oilcloth rain curtain embroidered with lotus scroll patterns. Rainwater drips down the edges of the curtains, forming glistening water lines, yet not a drop seeps into the cabin.

Chen Shunan and the others, each carrying a water bag, leaped onto the deck and, led by the blue-robed martial artist, entered the first floor, where warmth instantly enveloped them.

In the distance, the sounds of drinking and joking could be heard.

Passing through the main hall, the door was slightly ajar.

The hall was undeniably luxurious, displaying Hetian jade ornaments, Ru kiln celadon, and Western glass cups.

In the middle, there was a table with many 'acquaintances' sitting there.

Zhu Tao, the commander of the logistics company, was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit. His temples were high, and his muscles were bulging. He was a strong man who looked as tough as iron.

Wang Zhicheng, a man of noble character and refined manners, was among them.

There were five or six others, all of whom were powerful and vigorous, experts who had reached the True Meaning Realm. They were all young and could be considered outstanding talents.

At this moment, these people occupied the last seats, including the host Zhu Tao, who was constantly offering toasts and looking at the person sitting in the head seat with a fawning expression.

This man was dressed in a red robe with a wide belt, and had a handsome appearance. He was wearing a dragon-patterned jacket and exuded an air of nobility. It was clear that he was someone of great importance.

He casually toyed with a crystal bamboo cup in his hand, offering a few perfunctory pointers, which ignited the excitement of the group of young talents, who seemed to have been injected with adrenaline. However, one of his eyes was bruised and purple, as if he had been beaten, and even the constant flow of magical power could not conceal it.

Of course, among everyone present, only Chen Shunan could see the man's embarrassment; the others were completely oblivious.

"Is this the 'Silver Dragon Who Makes a Scene at the Phoenix Pool Academy,' Wu Wudi?"

Chen Shunan glanced at everyone in the hall with a natural expression, and even when his gaze swept over Wu Wudi, he did not linger there.

"Tianxuan, Tianxuan?"

At the same time, Chen Shunan silently recited in his heart.

Above the divine palace, the Water Emperor stood solemnly, with incense smoke curling upwards, and a reply echoed across time and space.

"I'm here."

The devout voice of the Holy Maiden Tianxuan could be heard.

"Who is Wu Wudi, the Silver Dragon Who Stirs Up the Sea? What is his background and how powerful is he?"

"Wu Wudi is a martial arts prodigy who came from Wuqing County thirty years ago. Because his ancestors had a thin bloodline of Baishan people, he entered Fengchi Taoist Academy. He entered the Taoist path by killing four thieves and spent ten years opening his meridians. He then began to gather Qi, which is not weak even among Qi gathering immortals. Hence, he is known as Wu Wudi."

"As for the rest, such as what immortal techniques they cultivate and what their true form is, I, being of insufficient strength and status, do not know."

For Chen Shun'an, Tianxuan Saintess is now practically a walking encyclopedia of immortality; he can ask her for any information he needs.

Upon hearing this, Chen Shunan suddenly understood.

Did he slay four thieves and enter the Dao?
He does indeed have some skill.

They were probably among the lucky ones who passed the New Year's Eve celebrations at the four major Taoist temples back then.

Why does it feel like I'm not invincible? I got beaten up.

"Okay, I understand. You may leave."

"Respect the law."

The voice of Tianxuan Saintess no longer rang out.

Chen Shunan muttered to himself for a moment, then followed the warrior in blue to the water release point.

"Huh? Chen Shunan?"

During the meal, Wang Zhicheng was slightly tipsy. He inadvertently caught sight of a familiar figure walking by outside the hall and immediately called out softly.

Chen Shunan paused briefly, then turned and cupped his hands in greeting.
"The Filial and Upright Official".

Wang Zhicheng stared intently at Chen Shunan, exclaimed in surprise, as if he had discovered something, and the drunkenness on his face dissipated somewhat.

This aura—did it really allow him to slay the traitor?
Wang Zhicheng stood up and walked towards Chen Shunan.

He suddenly smelled the faint scent of sweat on Lin Shouzhou and the others, as well as a peculiar fishy odor from the deep well.

He stopped silently, and smiled at Chen Shunan through the hall door.
"What a coincidence to run into Brother Chen here! Come, come, let me introduce you... This is Zhu Tao, Commander Zhu. You met him at the Military Academy last time. This is Liu Wenbin, and this is..."

At the table, the others were initially somewhat reserved, but when Wang Zhicheng took the initiative to introduce them, they each coughed a few times as a way of greeting him.

"As for this one."

Wang Zhicheng then looked at the figure seated at the head of the table, and seeing that he showed neither anger nor joy, he cautiously spoke.

"This is the senior from Fengchi Dao Academy, Wu Wudi, the Silver Dragon of the Sea."

Wang Zhicheng was, after all, a scholar who had passed the imperial examinations and had once been considered a member of the Hanlin Academy. He had more or less come into contact with the status and existence of immortals in the Holy Dynasty.

Knowing that the Silver Dragon of the Sea before him was a celestial being who lived in harmony with the world and even had some connection with the royal family, he couldn't help but subconsciously show a humble expression.

Wu Wudi glanced indifferently at Chen Shunan, then suddenly seemed to remember something, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes. He said,
"Are you from the Zhang family of Tongzhou?"

Chen Shunan cupped his hands and replied, "We are not yet included in the family genealogy; we are only considered a collateral branch of the Zhang family."

"Hmph! Not bad. Zhang Xuling is quite lucky. Not only did he find a Grandmaster seed, but he also has your Three Refinements Martial Body. A late bloomer!"

Wu Wudi gave Chen Shunan a deep look, his expression showing a slight struggle, as if he was having some thoughts. But then he thought of Zhang Xuling, that unscrupulous immortal, who had clearly agreed to a fair debate and then launched a sneak attack with hidden weapons...

Wu Wudi snorted coldly, waved his hand, and didn't want to say anything more to Chen Shunan.

"Brother Chen, I almost forgot to ask, how did you end up on the ship?"

Wang Zhicheng then asked with some curiosity.

"We are ordered to escort a batch of five-wheeled Eight Treasures Water..."

Chen Shunan pointed to the water bag on his back.

Wang Zhicheng suddenly realized what was going on and looked at Zhu Tao, who was still sitting at the table.

Zhu Tao hesitated for a moment, then feigned magnanimity and said,

"Unexpectedly, the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple... In that case, Brother Chen, you don't need to force me to give you the Five-Treasure Immortal Water from this waterhole in the future, so I'll waive your share. You can take this batch of immortal water back with you..."

"However, since this concerns my cultivation, I cannot avoid the other eight water pits. I must handle this officially, so please forgive me, Brother Chen."

Spilled water can be gathered up.

Deep wells can be backfilled.

If the divine water extracted from these wells is promptly replenished and the excavated topsoil is backfilled, allowing the water-suppressing stone rhinoceros to return to its place, the water pollution can be alleviated to some extent.

While it's impossible to restore the water quality to 100%, it can improve it to about 70-80%.

(End of this chapter)