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

Time flies, and ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Great Xia Dynasty remained the Great Xia Dynasty. The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and the people continued to work and live as before, without any difference.

Baiweilou Restaurant, where the broken beams and pillars have been repaired and the tables and chairs have been refurbished, still has its storyteller striking his gavel as he tells tales with great enthusiasm. The restaurant is packed with diners, their glasses clinking, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

The farce that happened ten days ago seems to have had no impact; on the contrary, the place seems to have benefited from the misfortune and is even more lively now.

The most noticeable change is the new calligraphy hanging on the wall behind the counter:

"Fine delicacies are not worth mentioning; only the taste here can intoxicate even the immortals."

It's a simple sentence, not particularly profound in its literary merit. The writing is bold and unrestrained, but it still can't compare to the work of a master calligrapher.

However, the shopkeeper regarded it as a priceless treasure, framed it exquisitely, and hung it in a prominent place.

There is only one reason: the person who wrote this calligraphy was no ordinary person.

"Still watching! Still watching! Old Zheng, how long has it been since San'er updated his storytelling! Aren't you going to go back and write your own story?!"

"Hmph! You really got lucky!"

"Big restaurant, bullying customers! Hurry up and serve the food, or His Majesty will find out and take away your calligraphy!"

"Tsk tsk tsk~ Old Zheng has forgotten about the beating he got that day!"

……

For days, the shopkeeper stood in front of the counter, staring blankly at the calligraphy, as if he had gone mad.

Several familiar diners, seeing his pathetic appearance, teased him with a mixture of envy and mockery.

"Hmph~"

Manager Zheng snapped out of his daze, glaring at the group, but couldn't suppress a smile: "If I had known I could get His Majesty's calligraphy, I would have been willing to be beaten to death, even if I had been beaten a hundred times, let alone once."

"Screw you! A hundred times? I don't want to get beaten up with you again!"

"Exactly!"

Several diners couldn't help but laugh and curse.

Wang Daxiang, a regular customer from that day, was also there. He seemed to recall something and sighed, "I heard that the guy who caused trouble that day was actually a meritorious official sent out by His Majesty to bring rain!"

He's a big mouth and very well-informed.

This farce started because of him.

"Yes, look at His Majesty's handwriting! He said Old Zheng's wine made 'Flying Immortal' drunk! He's definitely drunk!"

"So what if he is? If His Majesty didn't send him, could he have gone? Does changing the sender mean the rain can't be brought? What's with the attitude? How dare you disrespect His Majesty!"

Even after Shi Yu's identity was confirmed, public opinion did not steer him toward reverence for immortals; instead, it was quite disdainful.

"I heard that the troublemaker was arrested by the Ministry of Justice that very day!"

"Not only that! They were all punished with a beating!"

"His senior brother is quite nice; he came to Baiweilou to apologize to us."

"There really are immortals! The rumors of their celestial ships crossing the sea are true!"

"snort!"

"So what if they're immortals? Just because they can make rain doesn't make them anything special! In our Great Xia, even immortals are under the Emperor's control! Even immortals must obey the law!"

"If it weren't for his meritorious act of bringing rain, and His Majesty's magnanimity, he would have been executed a thousand times over for his great disrespect alone."

The disturbance on Stone Island tore through the thin barrier, spreading the dubious news little by little. The rainmaking was indeed the work of cultivators.

However, he failed to live up to expectations and instead of taking this opportunity to expand his influence, he made a huge mistake and performed terribly. Not only did he fail to win over the adults, but he also got taken down by Qi Xiu.

The image of cultivators as invincible and superior was shattered.

What about immortals who can control clouds and rain?

Within the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty, even immortals who bully ordinary people will be arrested, tried, and executed by the dynasty. This, far from diminishing the court's prestige, actually enhanced it.

……

"Tsk~ This guy's not so arrogant anymore!"

"Hmph, what's the point of being arrogant now that you're in jail!"

"I heard he's an immortal who can summon wind and rain!"

"So what if they're immortals? Aren't they still under our control?"

"They're quite resilient! Anyone else would have been badly beaten up by now."

"Forehead!"

On the execution platform, the prisoner wore prison clothes, shackles, and was covered in filth.

The caning was merciless and came down one after another.

Each blow went straight to the bone marrow, causing excruciating pain.

The physical pain was secondary; the deeper suffering was in his mind. In just ten days, he experienced the greatest nightmare of his life. His dignity as a cultivator was ruthlessly trampled, and he had never been so humiliated.

Hearing the executioner's sneer, Shi Yu's eyes widened, his fists clenched, and his teeth gritted, only letting out muffled groans.

His senior brother had already told him that this was the Great Xia Dynasty, and that they had done everything in their power to save his life. If he continued to speak recklessly, no one could save him.

He was cursed by that wicked official, and now he has lost all his magical powers. He has been defined as a criminal and is imprisoned in a cage and shackles, and is just a stronger ordinary person.

The beatings that used to feel like tickling were excruciating now felt like excruciating pain.

Without power, wisdom regains its dominance, and arrogance naturally dissipates.

No matter how powerful his sect is, no matter how powerful he himself is.

But now, he's helpless, with nothing to his name but a prisoner.

Over the past ten days, he has transformed from being hysterical to being obedient and no longer daring to speak rudely.

After all, he didn't want to die.

Regret is all that's left!

The punishment for causing trouble is eighty strokes of the cane; resisting arrest results in two years of penal servitude; and causing injury to officials or servants results in an additional sixty strokes of the cane.

His fellow disciples were well taken care of with good food and drink at the post station, but he was now trapped in this cage, with no idea when it would end.

When will the sect finally send someone to find them?

Surely he can't really be going to serve two years in prison here, can he?

"Bang!"

"Alright, just one last hit!"

As the final blow fell, the executioner patted Shi Yu on the shoulder and said admonishingly, "Shi Yu, your caning is finished for today. Our Great Xia is not a place where you can run wild. Behave yourself from now on and don't cause any more trouble!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Shi Yu seemed to freeze, staring blankly eastward with empty eyes.

His spirit seemed to transcend space and reach a more distant direction.

"What happened? Did you get stunned?"

The executioner, not knowing what was wrong with him, patted his cheeks and muttered in confusion. He followed the other man's gaze but didn't see anything.

"They're here...they're here..."

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!"

After being beaten, Shi Yu grinned, revealing a crazed smile, muttering to himself as if he had grasped at some lifeline.

He has no magical powers now and can't sense anything.

But he just had this inexplicable premonition!

coming!

coming!

He believed his premonition!