But how difficult is it to alleviate the drought around Fengyang?
Zhang Jian thought to himself that with his current Dao practice, it might be tough to accomplish this task.
Yet, Zhang Jian suddenly remembered the Dragon Pearl in his hand.
He obtained several extremely important pieces of information from the Well Bottom Dragon King just now.
The first was that Bai Shui River had a deity.
The second was that this Dragon Monarch was still trapped by someone and seemed to be in a dire situation.
Zhang Jian couldn’t help but have other thoughts; a dignified Dragon Monarch is a deity, so why is he trapped in shallows, falling into such a plight?
"Sword-Locked Flood Dragon Painting?"
A Water Vein Traveling Map from the relief inside the Mian King’s Tomb appeared in Zhang Jian’s mind.
Since there was a Dragon Monarch in Bai Shui River, surely when Prince Mian built a dam to restrain the overflowing Bai Shui River, he had to deal with the Dragon Monarch.
"Prince Mian, Sword-Locked Flood Dragon Painting, these two seem to have a subtle connection..."
In an instant, many fragmented clues appeared in Zhang Jian’s mind.
By carefully pondering these fragmented clues, Zhang Jian saw a glimmer of hope.
Perhaps this sudden notion of his might indeed succeed.
Deep in the well, those two were still imagining the future, but after some consideration, they still had qualms, though it seemed they were inclined to compete for the position of River God of Bai Shui River.
For a moment, only a faint voice was heard: "Brother, actually there’s another way to compete for the position of River God of Bai Shui River?"
"You mean?"
The voice instantly turned grave.
At this moment, the two voices suddenly came to a halt.
Zhang Jian was listening eagerly, and suddenly being interrupted at a critical moment, he frowned, but he had already guessed the intentions of those two deep in the well.
The most direct way to seize the Divine Office is to kill the original holder.
Suddenly, a sense of vigilance also rose in his mind, he did not move closer to the well to continue eavesdropping, instead pretending as if nothing happened.
Then he stepped away.
Shortly after his departure, an invisible spiritual mechanism probed out from deep within the well, and only after seeing that there was nothing unusual did it slowly withdraw.
Deep within the well, a lanky figure in a dark Dragon Robe snorted lightly.
He looked towards a nearby cousin with rugged scales and horns, speaking.
"Second brother, how can you speak of such matters so carelessly, if others learn of this, wouldn’t it be courting disaster?"
At these words, another similarly lanky figure chuckled as he glanced around: "Brother, you worry too much, it’s just the two of us here in the Well Dragon Palace, and we speak in the language of the Dragon Race, even if someone hears us, so what? There aren’t many in this world who understand the True Dragon’s tongue!"
This figure was also surrounded by a thick spiritual mechanism, with specks of golden light in the depths of his eyes, which were slightly squinted.
Upon hearing this, the Well Dragon King shook his head and said, "This matter requires careful consideration!"
The other figure merely smiled slightly, knowing that this brother was intrigued.
Although the Well Dragon King wielded considerable authority, the well connected to the Dark Realm and could be considered a portal between the Yin and Yang Realms, it was very mysterious, but how could it compare to the identity of a Dragon Monarch over a mighty river on the surface?
To master a great river is to acquire more incense and destiny.
...
In the East City of Fengyang County, there lay a property of the Zhang Family, where Zhang Jian chose as the site for his experiment.
At this point, piles of gold and silver ingots were stacked outside the courtyard.
With the gold and silver ingots purchased, Zhang Jian immediately found an opportunity to prepare for ancestor worship.
Of course, he had to avoid the watchful eyes of the Qi Family.
Otherwise, if word got out, it might stir up criticism.
The image of a dutiful son wouldn’t be established.
Burning gold yuanbao during his grandfather’s birthday would be enough to become a joke in Fengyang County.
With the fire basin set up and a simple ritual completed, Zhang Jian then lit numerous gold and silver yuanbao in the fire basin, while a portrait was hung high in the center of the main hall.
In Zhang Jian’s eyes, he saw part of the gold and silver yuanbao turn to ash in the fire basin, yet nearly a third remained unburned.
This was less than the amount burned at the last ancestor worship.
However, Zhang Jian did not mind, instead his eyes brightened, knowing his assumption was correct.
This cheered him greatly.
Being able to gather benefits from his ancestors meant at least he wouldn’t be tied down to one place, wouldn’t have to be nailed to the same spot for long periods.
This relieved him of many concerns.
In high spirits, Zhang Jian would spend most of his time in this courtyard over the coming period.
He focused his attention on his own cultivation.
After entering the Nourishing Spirit Stage, he gradually began to liberate himself from using talisman paper as a medium to cast magic, which required long-term practice.
Zhang Jian did not forget this point.
He dared not be complacent in any way.
In the process, Zhang Jian took the opportunity to replenish the almost depleted three types of talismans he had.
During his time on Phoenix Nest Mountain, half a month’s accumulation was almost entirely exhausted, every method had been used.
Now it was time to make some replenishments.
Simultaneously, Zhang Jian also began to use the Dragon Pearl in his possession for cultivation, having long discovered that it significantly benefitted practicing the Thunder Walking Technique.
It seemed to amplify Thunder Technique.
If the Dragon Pearl were used as a medium to operate the Thunder Walking Technique, it could unleash several times the power of Celestial Thunder, but this Celestial Thunder was hard to control!
...
Outside Fengyang County
There was an exceedingly mysterious temple here.
The Red Flower Lady Temple.
Inside was enshrined a goddess named Lady Honghua, rumored to have evolved from a virtuous woman’s family temple several hundred years ago.
She was very mysterious.
Gradually, more and more people came from the vicinity to offer incense and worship.
Here, the smell of burning sandalwood permeated, and the Tower Forest was everywhere, furthermore, bright sparks burned on bronze tripods filled with sandalwood, thin smoke curling.
Beside the temple was a huge Wishing Tree, covered in red ribbons and bamboo sticks.
Zhan Li, however, had no heart to admire these; he hurriedly entered from the entrance of the main hall.
"Layman Zhan!"
Upon seeing Zhan Li came, several fire-dwelling Daoists in the temple slightly cupped their hands in greeting.
After entering the inner hall, a breathtakingly beautiful figure was seen holding a brush at the desk, with many yellow papers laid out on the table, the yellow paper folded several times, becoming a lifelike paper figure.
These paper figures were lifelike, with faint red light glowing in their eyes, adding an eerie peculiarity.
Under the curtain in the center of the inner hall, an eight-armed, pitch-black Goddess statue was enshrined, all around it flowed crimson fire wheels, making it extraordinarily solemn and dignified under the curtain.
Zhan Li first bowed respectfully towards the Golden Body of the Goddess before lowering his head and walking towards the incredibly beautiful noblewoman.
"Grand Host, the subordinate has failed in their task, and requests the Grand Host’s punishment!"
Just as the words fell, a fierce yin wind suddenly swept out from the darkness of the temple, merging into Zhan Li’s body, instantly changing his expression, with his body’s spiritual mechanism fluctuating violently, suffering severe damage in an instant!
But he endured the sensation of ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, yet not uttering a sound.
Instead, he even secretly let out a sigh of relief in his heart!