Only after unifying the world did I realize that immortals existed in this world.

"I think I've heard of it... Luckily, it's not too far from the capital."

"It's been drought for about three months now, and I'm afraid there will be no harvest this year."

Upon hearing about the severe drought in Shengzhou, the diners present couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Seeing the sighs of the crowd, Wang Daxiang gave them a mysterious smile and said, "I tell you all, what a wonderful rain! The drought in Shengzhou has been relieved!"

"Oh?"

"The drought is over? That's definitely good news!"

"But what does this have to do with His Majesty?"

"Brother Wang, you can't exactly say it was rained down by His Majesty's prayers, can you?"

Anyway, it will rain eventually, so it's nothing new. At most, people are just relieved that the drought has been lifted.

But what does this have to do with His Majesty?

To everyone's surprise, Wang Daxiang raised his eyebrows, stepped onto the stool, his eyes gleaming, and looked excitedly at the man who had just spoken: "Hey, brother, you were right!"

"This rain, it was sent by our Emperor!"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room was astonished.

Only Shi Yu's table turned ashen-faced.

"This... Brother Wang, you've had too much to drink!"

No matter how wise and powerful Your Majesty is, you are still a mortal. How could you possibly use such divine means to summon wind and rain?

Wang Daxiang, however, puffed out his chest, leaned forward, and waved his arms, stealing the spotlight from the storyteller, spitting as he spoke: "I'm perfectly clear-headed! This matter has already spread throughout Shengzhou! It's said that His Majesty learned of the disaster in Shengzhou and, concerned for the people, specially dispatched envoys to Shengzhou for disaster relief. As soon as His Majesty's heavenly army arrived, torrential rain poured down for three days straight, filling ponds and rivers to overflowing! The people of Shengzhou rushed into the streets, kneeling and kowtowing to thank His Majesty for his divine grace!"

"Don't believe me? You can go and ask around."

He raised his eyebrows and said to the shopkeeper beside him, "How about it, Old Zheng? Do you have some material now?"

Although Wang Daxiang was a rough and unrefined man, he was indeed well-informed. Everyone had heard about the drought in Shengzhou, so he couldn't have been making baseless accusations.

"This...how is this possible? Is His Majesty truly a deity descended to earth?" Some people found it hard to believe. In reality, had they ever heard of anyone possessing such extraordinary abilities?

"How can it be impossible!"

"His Majesty is an immortal!"

Wang Daxiang's eyes blazed with fervor as he said, "Think about it! How incredibly rare is His Majesty's journey from humble beginnings to the throne! Unprecedented throughout history! His Majesty is the chosen one, and there were auspicious omens to prove it long ago. Have you all forgotten? I still remember the Red Star shining in the night! What's a little rain? I'd believe it if you said His Majesty could reach for the moon..."

As Wang Daxiang spoke, Manager Zheng's eyes grew even brighter.

At that moment, he felt a sense of relief, like someone who had been constipated for days finally experiencing a smooth bowel movement. He nodded repeatedly, hurriedly agreeing, "Yes...yes...that makes perfect sense!"

His mind was now flowing with inspiration, and he wished he could run back to his room and write furiously.

What Wang Daxiang said was utterly absurd.

Indeed, some people acknowledge and worship the Holy Emperor's power. But others don't believe it, after all, it is beyond the scope of human comprehension; how can humans control the timing of events? They won't believe it unless they've seen it with their own eyes.

But no one harbored any ill will towards His Majesty because of this, since these rumors were not Xie Cangrong's own claim; he never publicized them in a big way.

Everyone knows that His Majesty sits on the throne and rules over the Great Xia, which is a blessing for the country and its people. The peaceful life we ​​enjoy today is also thanks to his protection.

Even if you don't believe it, listening to Wang Daxiang's boasting is just like listening to a storyteller; it's merely a form of entertainment.

But... some people broke down!

"Outrageous! Outrageous! Utter nonsense!"

"Bang!"

The table was overturned with a slap, bowls and plates were knocked over, and delicacies and wines were scattered all over the floor.

Shi Yu could no longer contain himself. He stood up abruptly, his gaze sweeping over the diners, and roared, "What immortal? What rainmaking? Who told you that the rain was prayed for by your emperor?"

This rain was clearly brought to the people of Shengzhou by the disciples themselves, who used their magic to create it. What does it have to do with that emperor? How come they went through all that trouble without even getting a name, while the credit went to the emperor?

These brainwashed fans of the emperor!

"Who are you?! What do you want?!"

"Young man, this isn't the place for you to act drunk and disorderly!"

"What's it to you? If it wasn't His Majesty who asked for it, who else could it be?

Why are you flipping the table? Let's talk this out.

Qi Xiu, who advocated that the law was above all else, held the position of Grand Secretary.

Although many people disagreed with him, Xie Cangrong recognized him, so he was unshakeable.

At the foot of the imperial city, order was maintained, and few dared to cause trouble. Even the good-for-nothing playboys of high-ranking officials and nobles did not dare to be so unruly.

What's going on with these people?

It's one thing to cause trouble, but to dare to disrespect His Majesty is another.

The harmonious atmosphere was broken.

The once bustling tavern fell silent, all eyes fixed on Shi Yu like knives, diners frowning and hurling angry remarks.

Shi Yu, with his neck stiff, retorted matter-of-factly, "How could it not be something I begged for?!"

"I prayed for rain!!! My rain!!"

His words drew laughter and anger from the other diners: "Where did this drunkard come from? Who do you think you are? You're dressed up like a respectable person, though!"

"You think you can make rain? Go ahead and beg for some right now!"

If it were possible, Shi Yu would really like to conjure rain to show these fools what it's like! But this capital city is so strange, and cultivators are severely oppressed. How can they perform large-scale spellcasting?

Shi Yu's temples throbbed with anger: "Your emperor hasn't even left the palace, how can you pray for rain?"

He has no ability to make rain? What ability does that mortal on the throne have to make rain?

"But this person was sent by His Majesty! His Majesty is just showing compassion for the disaster victims!"

The Great Xia is governed by His Majesty. If His Majesty sends people to bring rain, then isn't that His Majesty's doing?

"you!"

I really begged for it! Are you deaf?

A bunch of fools!

I'm so angry at Xie Xiaozi!

Shi Yu felt a sense of powerlessness.

Has this country gone mad?

At this moment, Manager Zheng stepped forward, his face ashen, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, I won't charge you for the food and drinks. Please leave. My shop does not serve you."

He had never been so angry when he was teased by everyone earlier.

"Old Zheng, why are you being so polite with him? Just kick him out!"

"We still need to report it to the authorities!"

"I just overheard them criticizing His Majesty!"

"What, aren't you from the Great Xia? Why are you calling me 'you'? Are you remnants of the Jin traitors?"

Once Manager Zheng spoke, the diners were even more united in their indignation, pointing at Shi Yu and his companions and berating them.

Shi Yu's eyes widened in anger as he roared, "What abilities does your emperor have? He's nothing but a cunning thief!"

He couldn't understand what was so good about that emperor.

Upon hearing this, Manager Zheng's face grew even more ashen, and he pointed directly at the door: "Get out!"

"snort!"

Shi Yu snorted coldly.

Spiritual practice is about cultivating clear and unobstructed thoughts!

Lu Junfeng usually kept him in check and imposed many restrictions on him.

At this moment, he could no longer tolerate it!

Why bother talking so much to these ordinary people?

He simply couldn't understand! How could a cultivator be insulted like this?!

"I'm not leaving!"

"Look what I've got!!"

The next instant was accompanied by an angry shout!

"drink!"

"Forehead……"

A figure flew backward, the sound of shattering dishes echoed, and a wall pillar was smashed. The once bustling restaurant instantly descended into chaos.

……

In the monks' inn, a gentle night breeze stirred, and lanterns swayed softly under the eaves.

Lu Junfeng sat upright in the quiet room, facing the moon and regulating his breathing.

I met Liu Bingxuan today, and we chatted for a while. He seemed to be in a good mood.

Just then, a cold wind swept through the room, and he shivered involuntarily, feeling a chill creep into his heart for no reason.

Chu Xiangyun's big sieve has already leaked almost all of it.

Could something else possibly go wrong?