Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

As he spoke, he brandished the spear in his hand and led the remaining cavalry in a desperate charge.

However, with the close coordination and powerful equipment of Yang Ling's cavalry, this desperate charge did not achieve the expected results. The Xiliang cavalry fell one after another, and their commander was also killed by Yang Ling's personal guard Niu Gao in the chaos.

With the fall of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry commander, the remaining Xiliang cavalry completely lost the will to resist and surrendered one after another. Yang Ling's cavalry raised their weapons high and cheered for victory.

In this battle, Yang Ling won the victory at a very small cost, not only capturing the important pass of Yumudun, but also annihilating a large number of Xixia's living forces. His reputation became even louder because of this battle, and he was praised as a brave general of the Qin Dynasty.

After the battle, Yang Ling ordered his soldiers to clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and properly place the surrendered Xiliang cavalry. He himself led a team of elite cavalry and quickly returned to Daqin to report the victory.

On the way back to Daqin, Yang Ling was extremely excited.

He knew that this victory was not only a recognition of his personal abilities, but also a great boost to the morale of the Qin army.

He imagined how glorious it would be when he returned to Daqin and reported the victory to the emperor.

A few days later, the triumphant army led by Yang Ling arrived at the capital of Daqin.

Yang Ling saw the outline of the capital from afar, and was very excited. However, when he led the team into the city, he found that the streets were unusually deserted, with almost no pedestrians. This was very different from the scene he imagined, where thousands of people lined the streets to welcome him.

Yang Ling was puzzled, so he sent a cavalryman to inquire about the situation. Soon, the cavalryman reported that a grand ritual was being held in the city, presided over by the imperial teacher Xu Fu, so the citizens were attracted to the ritual site.

"Xu Fu?" Yang Ling frowned. He was not unfamiliar with this name. Xu Fu was a famous sorcerer in the Qin Dynasty, known for his skills in magic and divination. However, a ritual was held at this time. Could it be that something important was happening?

Yang Ling decided to go to the scene of the ritual to check the situation. He left some cavalry to station outside the city, and went to the ritual site with a few personal guards.

The ritual was held in a large square in the city, where a large crowd of people had gathered. Yang Ling and the others mixed in the crowd, quietly observing the situation.

There was a tall altar in the center of the square. Xu Fu, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a magical instrument, was performing a ritual on the altar.

"The years go by, the music harmonizes, the sun is warm."

"The rolling clouds bring rain and dew, and the morning dew condenses into frost."

Ancient spells echoed in the air, like heavenly music ringing on an altar.

Xu Fu held a seal with his left hand, waved a whisk with his right hand, and chanted with a solemn expression.

These mysterious spells were secretly learned from Yang Ling in the depths of Taihang Mountains.

Although Xu Fu still hasn't fully grasped the profound meaning of it, it doesn't prevent him from reciting it skillfully.

Every mantra contains the wisdom of heaven and earth.

Although Xu Fu had no cultivation and could not exert its true power, the profound meaning contained in it was like a river that stretched far and wide.

"The phoenix sings joyfully in the bamboo forest, and the white horse gallops freely in the fields."

“The power of nature nourishes all things, and its blessings spread all over the world.”

Xu Fu and sixteen alchemists recited in unison, and the ancient wisdom gradually spread.

With a flick of their wrists, they sprinkled phosphorus powder and ignited it.

Flames were burning under the Big Dipper Pillar. Xu Fu and others put on mysterious masks and began to dance slowly.

"The rivers flow endlessly, and the deep pools are clear, reflecting the sky."

"His demeanor was calm and thoughtful, and his words were steady and powerful."

As the rain-praying ceremony unfolded, the entire venue fell into silence.

Countless eyes are focused here, nervous and expectant.

Even Ying Zheng and those ministers who were originally skeptical were attracted by this mysterious ritual.

Although they did not believe that Xu Fu could bring rain, their hearts beat faster involuntarily at this moment.

What's happening here?
Xu Fu's spell seems to really have some tricks!
Could he really pray for rain?
Everyone held their breath and stared at Xu Fu on the altar.

Under the gaze of everyone, Xu Fu and others were nervous but still insisted on completing the sacrifice.

They dance on the altar like mysterious dancers, silently chanting ancient spells.

I have to say, with the spell that I learned secretly, the whole scene seemed solemn and grand.

Even Zhao Gao and others narrowed their eyes and observed carefully.

However, as time went on, the ministers' expressions began to change.

Ten minutes later, they were still immersed in the ancient spell, feeling its shocking power.

Can this guy really pray for rain?

After twenty minutes, the ministers began to feel a little suspicious, but they still maintained their awe and expectation.

But after forty minutes, their demeanor began to turn sarcastic.

How could Xu Fu possibly pray for rain?
They watched Xu Fu jumping on the altar as if they were watching a monkey performing.

Especially those officials whose houses had been "demolished" by Xu Fu, had sarcastic smiles on their faces.

When an hour had passed, the ministers looked up.

The sky is still clear blue and cloudless.

Looking at all this, the ministers who originally had some faith almost had fire in their eyes.

Pray for rain? Where is the rain?!

We have been in the sun for so long, and there was no rain, not even wind!

Zhao Gao narrowed his eyes and watched Xu Fu's farce, the sneer in his heart could no longer be hidden.

How can a liar who can only talk big possibly pray for rain!

This so-called prayer for rain is nothing but a ridiculous farce!

When the farce ends, that's when you die!

Sure enough, Xu Fu danced, chanted spells and recited incantations very hard on the altar, but it was all in vain.

The sky was still clear and cloudless with no sign of rain.

Sweat streamed down Xu Fu's forehead.

The ministers looked at Xu Fu as if he were a dead person and felt extremely relieved.

Sure enough, there was no rain!
The previous spell was just a pretense!

Aren't you capable? Aren't you arrogant? Where's the rain?

Feeling the gazes from all around him, Xu Fu became increasingly anxious.

What's going on? The formation is useless!

Even if it has some effect, it will be fine! How can you fool people when there is no wind?
Could it be that this formation was really not left behind by a senior master?

Seeing the increasingly contemptuous looks from the people around him, Xu Fu knew that he could not continue jumping.

If he jumps again, he will be exhausted to death before the rain comes!
He gritted his teeth and followed the hand gestures he learned from Yang Ling, then shouted angrily!

"The Five Emperors and Five Dragons bring down light and wind!"

"Spreading water to moisten the earth is the best way!"

"If you dare to disobey the divine command, the Thunder Axe will not tolerate it!"

"Hurry up and obey the order!!" The breeze blew across the sky and earth, bringing silence.

Everyone was staring at Xu Fu on the altar, with veins bulging on his forehead.

Zhao Gao and Li Si looked at him coldly, and Fusu's mouth twitched.

Even Ying Zheng sighed and gently rubbed his eyebrows.

The sixteen alchemists who had danced the rain-praying dance for two hours in the sun looked at Xu Fu as if they were petrified, their eyes as big as copper bells!

"Where is Xu Shiyu?" a Taoist priest asked in a trembling voice.

Xu Fu did not answer, slowly withdrew his hand, bowed respectfully to the sky, and then walked forward as if nothing had happened.

He gathered up the peach blossoms, thatch and futon and calmly walked off the stage.

At this moment, Li Si's voice suddenly rang out: "Master Xu, where is the rain you prayed for?"

"You previously carved such a large formation in Xianyang City, but now there is not even a trace of wind."

Xu Fu's steps froze.

At this moment, he seemed to feel countless eyes being cast towards him.

Xu Fu swallowed, looked at the teasing eyes of Li Si and others, took a deep breath, and spoke in a deep voice.

"What do you know? How dare you, a little kid, question me so brazenly!"

"Thunder God is on his way!"

"I have just reported the severe drought in Longxi to the Heavenly Palace, and His Majesty the Jade Emperor has ordered the Thunder God to bring rain!"

"Within a day!"

"There will be heavy rain in Longxi!"

Hearing this, Li Si was so angry that his lungs almost exploded!

Is the thunder god on the way? Will it rain heavily tomorrow?
Why didn't you say the Jade Emperor is here?!

It's already this late and you're still pretending here?
"Bold Xu Fu!!"

"How dare you say such arrogant words to deceive His Majesty!"

Li Si turned around without hesitation, bowed respectfully to Ying Zheng and said sternly:

"Your Majesty!"

"The bold Xu Fu deceived his superiors and used countless treasures. Not only did he fail to pray for rain, but he also made up lies and spread rumors to make trouble!!"

"Your Majesty, please give the order immediately!"

"Throw this traitor into jail!"

"To eliminate future troubles!"

As Li Si's words came out, many ministers stepped forward and the public was outraged.

During these days, they had already been fed up with Xu Fu's arrogant attitude, especially those ministers who had suffered from Xu Fu's "demolition of the family", who hated him to the core. Now that Xu Fu's prayer for rain had failed, it was a good opportunity for them to beat him up.

"Your Majesty, please issue an order as soon as possible!" The ministers shouted in unison, demanding that Xu Fu, the traitor, be thrown into prison. The voices rose and fell, and the scene was unprecedented.

However, Ying Zheng remained calm, as if everything was under control. He turned his gaze to Xu Fu and asked calmly, "Xu Fu, what do you have to say?"

Xu Fu was extremely anxious at this moment. He loudly defended himself, "Your Majesty! What I said is true! The order to pray for rain has been issued, and the Thunder God is on the way! In less than three days, Longxi will surely have heavy rain!"

This statement caused a burst of laughter from the ministers. But to everyone's surprise, Ying Zheng did not get angry, but calmly made a decision: "Then wait a few more days."

The reason why Ying Zheng was so tolerant was not because he believed in Xu Fu's rain-making technique, but because he knew very well that Xu Fu was just a scapegoat and his real purpose was just to delay time.

If it really rains in a few days, he can find an excuse to release Xu Fu; after all, Xu Fu had also met a master with him.

However, things did not develop as Ying Zheng expected.

In the following days, there was still no rain in Longxi. Facing the strong remonstrances from his ministers, Ying Zheng had no choice but to throw Xu Fu into jail.

In prison, Xu Fu hugged Fusu's thighs and cried bitterly, expressing his innocence and helplessness.

Although Fusu felt sympathetic, he was powerless to do anything. He could only comfort him with a few words and then hurried away.

At the same time, the ministers in Xianyang City were jubilant.

They all celebrated, thinking that the scourge Xu Fu had finally received the punishment he deserved.

Some even suggested holding a celebratory banquet to express their inner joy.

However, in this jubilation, some knowledgeable people such as Meng Ao, Meng Yi, Wang Jian and others frowned. They knew the severity of the drought in Longxi, and Xu Fu's failure to pray for rain made the situation worse.

At the same time, under the Tongyu Mountains not far from Xianyang, the animals suddenly became extremely excited.

They looked up at the sky, as if expecting something. In the underground milkstone cave deep in the mountains, Yang Ling was also experiencing an important breakthrough.

With the help of the Earth Milk Stone Marrow, Yang Ling's cultivation continued to rise.

He felt the power filling his body and was excited. However, just as he was about to complete the final breakthrough, he suddenly sensed the aura of a familiar formation.

Although this formation was just a simple frame and had no spiritual energy to activate it, Yang Ling still recognized its origin.

He was very puzzled and wondered why this formation appeared in the direction of Xianyang.

However, at this moment he had no time to think too much, because the last of the earth's milk stone marrow had exploded, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that had been accumulated for thousands of years suddenly dispersed, blessing all living things.

Feeling the strangeness between heaven and earth, countless animals were rejoicing. They bowed respectfully to heaven and earth, and then greedily devoured the diffuse spiritual energy. At the same time, Yang Ling quickly immersed himself in the practice and began his final breakthrough.

The majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth swirled like a whirlpool, continuously released from the depths of the cave, with Yang Ling as the center, as if connected to heaven and earth. With Yang Ling's breakthrough, an invisible wave quietly spread and gradually enveloped the surroundings.

This vast spiritual energy covered all directions like a sweet rain, and its range was so wide that even the distant city of Xianyang was affected.

"what?"

"Why did the wind suddenly pick up?"

"How is this going?"

The people of Xianyang City looked up in surprise, but did not notice anything unusual. However, as the spiritual energy spread, the formations in Xianyang City that were inscribed by Xu Fu and then buried began to flicker.

These formations seemed to be infused with life, and began to slowly absorb the strands of spiritual energy from heaven and earth that Yang Ling had attracted when he broke through.

These formations that were originally flattened and buried were now like revived giant beasts, greedily devouring the surrounding spiritual energy.

Yang Ling's breakthrough triggered a huge change between heaven and earth. The spiritual energy he attracted turned into an invisible breeze, quickly covering the entire Tongyu and Xianyang. Under the nourishment of this spiritual energy, the buried formations regained vitality.

Xu Fu, who was in the Qin prison, had lost hope, but suddenly he sensed something. He subconsciously looked towards a certain place in Xianyang, with a hint of doubt and expectation in his eyes.

"Is this an illusion?"

“Why do I feel that…”

"It seems like something is going to happen?"

"Could it be that the formation has been activated?!"

Xu Fu tried to sense it carefully, but in the end found nothing.

He stared wide-eyed for a long time, and finally could only helplessly fall down in the prison, crouching in a corner with his head in his hands, his heart filled with helplessness and despair. (End of this chapter)