Taiyi Dao Fruit

Before, Jiang Li had slapped an imitation talisman onto Feng Manlou, sending him to confront Fang Yesheng of the Upper Pure Sect and his Yellow Talisman head-on—he wanted to see just how much strength this great elder brother would display.

As a result, Feng Manlou did not disappoint Jiang Li; with both fists, he repelled the Yellow Talisman, showcasing extremely formidable Martial Arts prowess.

Given this, could the Yellow Turban Warriors be driven to continue testing?

Malicious ideas streamed through Jiang Li's mind.

Just as he was pondering, the sky suddenly began to grow overcast, and a cool breeze began to blow.

"All devotees, come to the Rain Master Altar."

The voice of Yang Ji echoed inside and outside of the small town; doctors, Law Orders, and Yellow Turban Warriors, regardless of what they were doing, all set it aside and hastened to the outskirts of the town.

'The Rain Master Divine Statue is completed?'

Jiang Li recalled the statue that previously had only its rough outline visible.

According to the process, it shouldn't be finished this quickly, but now with the government demanding rainmaking by tomorrow, the Rain Master Divine Statue might have needed to be rushed to completion.

Jiang Li and Feng Manlou also made their way to the outskirts of the town.

Now, outside the town, the Rain Master Divine Statue was roughly complete; although still retaining some of the rock's roughness, the countenance of the Primordial Lord Rain Master was already on display.

Ethereally beautiful, possessing the elegant spirit of rain, lofty and high, with the untethered aura of Immortal Gods, Jiang Li saw it...

'Mediocre, not as good as Master.'

Jiang Li offered a loyal thought to his master in his heart.

Nothing that wasn't on par with his master or senior sister could shake Jiang's Daoist Heart.

However, that was his personal opinion; the other doctors watched the statue with fervent gazes and then bowed their heads reverently.

Including Jiang Li, a total of six doctors stood in front of a newly built wooden altar, while Yang Ji stood on the altar itself, holding three incense sticks as thick as fingers high above his head.

"We respectfully invite the Primordial Lord Rain Master to descend in his dharma body."

He called out loudly.

"We respectfully invite the Primordial Lord Rain Master to descend in his dharma body."

The doctors below also called out loudly; Jiang Li swiftly noticed and joined in.

Following this, the yellow-clad women who carved the statue, Law Orders, Yellow Turban Warriors, and devotees, leading the townspeople who had come from the town, all called out together and then knelt in worship.

Threads of intangible Telekinesis drifted from the crowd, converging in the air above and merging with a golden Jade Talisman that had appeared without notice, transforming into a beam of golden light that entered the Rain Master Divine Statue.

In an instant, light spread from the center of the statue's forehead, refining its stony body; erasing all roughness, the statue revealed a golden-red color, exuding an invisible majesty.

The townspeople and devotees at the back worshipped even more earnestly, while even the doctors at the front bowed their heads in unison to show their reverence.

"Boom!"

A peal of thunder exploded in the sky, followed closely by tumbling dark clouds and increasingly fierce winds. A heavy rain was about to start.

The townspeople deepened their devotion, continually bowing their heads in prayer, while the moisture in the air above became denser, with occasional raindrops beginning to fall prematurely.

It was at this moment—

An overwhelmingly intense presence intruded into this area.

Above and below the altar, Yang Ji and the doctors turned to look at the same time, their gazes unanimously locking onto the owner of the presence.

The Sword-carrying Scholar slowly approached, his every step measured to the same length, every footfall with the same force, his gait carrying a unique rhythm; the unseen force was as unstoppable as the rolling waters of a great river flowing eastward, silencing the high cries of the townspeople.

"Zhong Shen Xiu!"

Jiang Li's eyes sparkled with electric light as he stared at the figure, "I thought I would see you tomorrow."

Zhong Shen Xiu continued to walk without a hint of hesitation or rush, maintaining a steady pace, "If you weren't in such a hurry to erect the divine statue, we indeed would have met tomorrow, but you were impatient."

Due to the rush to erect the divine statue leading to changes in the weather and the gathering of moisture, Zhong Shen Xiu found this small town.

So, he came.

After his appearance, white vapor rose from the ground, and Jiang Zhihuan's figure emerged in the mist, with several afterimages swiftly approaching—it was the Divine Travel Grand Protector arriving, accompanied by a tremendous breath rushing over.

"The spirit of grandeur, a joyous wind over a thousand li."

Ming Yang recited poetry as he was hustled in by the great wind.

And behind him, there was the rumbling of horse hooves, with a large troop of riders quickly approaching.

However, none of these people had the presence that could compare to the sword-carrying scholar, who continued to advance forward.

Zhong Shen Xiu moved unhurriedly as the devout worshippers in front of him parted to the sides as if enveloped by an invisible wave.

A believer tried to stop him, but at the moment of stepping forward...

"Chit!"

A blade energy burst forth from within, bringing with it a spurt of vivid blood.

This blade strike, tearing out from within the body as if a hidden blade lay inside, was clearly known by all to emanate from Zhong Shen Xiu; it certainly wasn't concealed within the believer's body.

Such a bizarre scene, never seen before in a lifetime, sent chills down the spines of onlookers.

Nevertheless, all who came here were devout believers, dedicated to the Yellow Heaven, their fervor undiminished by life or death.

Two Eighth Rank Yellow Turban Warriors attacked from both sides, aiming their fist power directly at the advancing Zhong Shen Xiu, and four streaks of thunder light flashed swiftly as the Law Orders flitted through the air, with Thunder Techniques ignited.

Yet, before they could even touch Zhong Shen Xiu's body, the sound of tearing flesh resounded once more.

"Chit!"

Six sounds converged as one, six blade energies tore out from the bodies of six men. Both the Yellow Turban Warriors, specializing in their powerful physical form, and the "Thunder Side Swift Ghost" Law Orders were slain by the blade energy piercing through them, instantly losing their vitality.

Zhong Shen Xiu's steps continued nonstop, each step brimming with killing intent. Anyone who obstructed him was immediately slain. In just a short span, he had almost reached the altar.

Continuing in this manner, it would hardly stop one from doubting if even Seventh Rank could be slaughtered in such a way. Abruptly, the altar erupted with wild thunder light.

"Zhong Shen Xiu!"

Yang Ji shouted, his eyes flickering with electric light. Thunderbolts gathered above his head into a massive eye. The eyelid fluttered, and in an instant—

"Boom!"

Square thunder seals burst forth from the Thunder Eye, like a divine judgment from the heavens, targeting the advancing enemy.

Zhong Shen Xiu finally halted his steps. The "Observation Blade" at his waist swiftly unsheathed, its icy blade reflecting the thunder seal, revealing its true form to Jiang Li.

As clear as ice and snow and as reflective as a mirror, when Jiang Li's gaze met the blade, it was as if he could see his own body reflected upon it, revealing the weakest manifestation of his Qi Mechanism.

"Eh?"

Zhong Shen Xiu suddenly let out an astonished sound, as surprised by something, but the speed of his blade did not diminish. Before it was fully unsheathed, a streak of sword light appeared, and a gloss emerged on the thunder seal—it was sliced by the sword light.

"Boom!"

Thunder light exploded from the split thunder seal, stretching Zhong Shen Xiu's figure elongatedly, as if in that moment, he became thousands of people. He passed through the Yellow Turban Warriors and doctors ahead, swept onto the altar, and delivered a strike with his blade at Yang Ji.

The unsheathed Observation Blade bore no sharpness of a killer weapon, yet it possessed shocking intensity. Where the sword light passed, the thunder split in two, its piercing sharpness reflected in those electrifying eyes.