The Empress's No.1 Lackey

"Rainmaking!"

Zhao Douan, mouth full of divine decree, overlooked the entire city. The divine gaze swept through, with serpents of lightning dancing wildly among the clouds. From ten thousand feet above, bean-sized raindrops fell, hitting the ground and wetting a small patch.

Then...

Innumerable raindrops followed in succession.

At this moment, a torrential downpour swept across nearly a hundred miles radius.

...

Inside the South City Gate, Su Dan and the rebel army watched countless raindrops falling from the sky, their hearts sinking to the bottom.

"Go! Quickly go!" Su Dan suddenly reacted, shouting loudly, waving the whip, and lashing the warhorse.

He didn't know what exactly happened, but he knew that once the fire was extinguished, the court's army would rush in without hesitation.

"Amitabha Buddha! Quickly go!" Fan Long, with a complex expression, raised his hand to pull the dazed Lu Tong, quickly following the army, fleeing to the outside of the city.

The commander's loss of composure seemed to trigger a chain reaction, and the previously orderly rebels also became frantic, swarming to escape southward.

...

Outside a camp within the city.

"Boss, it's raining! What a downpour! The wind also stopped!" A soldier exclaimed joyfully.

The other soldiers of the Suicide Camp were both shocked and joyful, standing in the rain with hands raised, feeling the rain hitting their bodies, noticing that the flames in the distance were slowly weakening.

Wei Xianzong stood on the empty street, his knife clattering to the ground with a "thud". He looked up at the sky, suddenly smiling: "Ha... Haha... Heaven never seals all exits..."

...

South of the county town.

"Dark clouds are coming!" Tang Ping exclaimed in astonishment.

The Divine Mechanism Camp, after the smoke signal rose, had fallen into despair. But not long after, they saw a large mass of dark clouds flying over at an inexplicable speed, covering the sky. Then a torrential rain began to spread from the direction of Ning'an County, towards all directions.

"The farmland is saved." Shi Meng murmured.

...

To the East.

Yuan Feng stood in the rain, stunned, suddenly slapping himself on the face: "It's real... It's raining?"

A nearby military general, covering his face, said aggrievedly: "Sir, you hit my face."

Yuan Feng: "I know."

Everyone: "..."

...

On the northern high slope.

Song Jinxi raised his palm in surprise, letting the bean-sized droplets hit his hand. Suddenly he realized: "Cloud moving, rainmaking, this is cloud moving, rainmaking... But how did the commander achieve this? Such widespread alteration of celestial phenomena, only the Heavenly Human Realm can achieve..."

Nie Yurong's eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost: "This is possible?"

...

Within the city.

As the heavy rain poured down, each of Xue Shence and others had a deep shock on their faces.

"It's the commander who is cloud moving, rainmaking! Extinguishing the fire!" Lang Shiba exclaimed in shock.

Ji Yue was indescribably awed, almost bowing as she looked up at the sky reverently. As a Magician of the Water God path, she could more clearly than anyone else perceive the vast divine shadow above the clouds, unseen by others.

And... the even more powerful aura of Zhao Douan, far surpassing the Worldly Realm at this moment.

"It's him..." Mo Chou looked up at the sky blankly, her eyes, once dim and lifeless, now shining again!

She didn't know how Zhao Douan accomplished it, had he planned all this long ago?

But at this moment, none of that mattered; what mattered was, the city was saved.

"All soldiers hear the order!" Suddenly, Xue Shence, coming back to his senses, lifted the Fangtian Halberd, his voice booming like thunder, attracting the attention of the surrounding generals.

Great Yu's Military God, suppressing the tremor in his heart, laughed heartily: "Commander Zhao is cloud moving, rainmaking, already containing the fire. We cannot fall behind, everyone mount up, pursue the rebel army! Capture the traitor leaders!!"

The soldiers' morale surged: "Understood!"

The mighty torrent of steel rushed towards the distance.

Mo Chou and Ji Yue stayed where they were, suddenly noticing with surprise two streaks of light flashing past behind them, she was stunned for a moment, having not seen clearly, she turned and asked: "Did you see something fly past?"

Ji Yue hesitantly nodded, making a gesture with fingers slightly apart.

"Huh?" Mo Chou was stunned for a moment. She had learned this strange gesture before while chatting with Zhao Douan.

Ji Yue shook her head, honestly saying: "Two. Two priests from the Heavenly Master Mansion have chased past."

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Thousands of miles away.

In the Great Yu Capital, within the Imperial Palace.

Xu Zhenguan was in the Imperial Study Room, browsing memorials, holding a vermilion brush in her delicate jade hand.

Suddenly, her heart stirred with a sensation, a drop of ink falling from the brush tip.

The White-clothed Empress gracefully exited the study, looking up, seeing that today the Capital was sunny, yet at this moment her beautiful eyes gazed to the south.

To be precise, looking towards the direction of Linfeng and Taicang, there was some uncertainty in the Empress's eyes.

Just now, as a cultivator of the Heavenly Human Realm, she vaguely sensed a celestial disturbance, which often meant that a Heavenly Human Realm cultivator was making a full force move.

Changing the celestial phenomena, thus even separated by thousands of miles, she could still have a slight sense.

However... this feeling was not clear.

"Is it Xuan Yin? Or Wu Xiankui?" The Empress's heart tightened suddenly, a subconscious panic arising from concern for someone's safety.

Without hesitation, the Empress soared into the air, riding the light of a sword, appearing in the depths of the Heavenly Master Mansion, in that small courtyard.

The great banyan tree swayed gently, the tall, narrow-eyed Old Heavenly Master stood with his hands behind his back, gazing towards Linfeng.

Behind him, a jade-green "Heavenly Book" lay half unrolled on a tea table.

"Your Majesty felt it too?" Zhang Yan Yi turned back with a calm tone.

The Empress stared at him: "I mainly cultivate martial arts, not adept at celestial phenomena, may I ask if there was a Heavenly Human intervening?"

Zhang Yan Yi's eyes flashed with wise light, his mouth slightly curled into a smile, seeming to perceive the anxiety in the Empress's heart. He suddenly said with a smile: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations, there is joy in the south."