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

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu with satisfaction and began to comprehend it seriously.

Before long, the two of them fell into a strange state under the vast spiritual energy of heaven and earth...

And at this moment, Ying Zheng and Fusu were sitting cross-legged here to take advantage of the situation.

Another group of officials in the court meeting hall were dumbfounded!

How is this going?

Where is Fusu?
Didn’t we agree to go out and look for His Majesty?
How come the person hasn’t been found and even Prince Fusu is missing?
And just when all the ministers were getting anxious like ants on a hot pan.

No one noticed that the dark clouds that originally covered the two counties had become thinner at some point.

The heavy rain has also begun to slowly subside...

In that small house, the lights are shining brightly and dazzlingly.

"Pay attention to regulating the flow of the meridians. The speed should not be too fast or too slow."

Yang Ling stood where he was, with a calm expression, carefully guiding Xu Fu to gradually retract the formation.

As time went by, the convergence of the formation had begun to show results, and the connection between the external clouds and rain and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was gradually weakened.

At this moment, it has come to the most critical moment. Yang Ling gave Xu Fu some advice in a calm tone:

“Keep your mind calm, concentrate your spirit, and turn your spirit into divine charm. Never force it with brute force.”

“You should imagine this process as the waves of a river, and your meridians are the channels in which the waves flow.”

Yang Ling's words were calm and profound. His robe fluttered in the windless air. Rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth filled the air around him. Brilliant light gathered from all directions, making him look like a celestial being in the sky.

"Yes! Master!" Xu Fu replied.

Compared with Yang Ling's ethereal and otherworldly appearance, Xu Fu's situation seemed quite difficult.

Before Yang Ling arrived, he had been holding on alone for eight days, and his meridians were broken.

Now, after another day and night of retrograde spiritual energy, Xu Fu had long lost his human form. Countless blood capillaries all over his body were broken, and every inch of his meridians felt as painful as if being pricked by needles.

At this moment, there was only one thought in Xu Fu's mind, and that was pain, severe pain, so painful that he would rather die than live.

Blood oozed out of his skin continuously, and a thin layer of blood scab had already formed on his body surface, as if he had been cut into pieces.

However, despite the unbearable pain, Xu Fu did not cry out, scream, or retreat.

He stiffened his neck, trembled his body, and managed to stand firm.

This made Yang Ling feel a little surprised.

Although Yang Ling's methods seemed a bit cruel and inhumane to Xu Fu, in fact, doing so was not without benefits to Xu Fu.

Under normal circumstances, the reverse flow of meridians would naturally lead to certain death, but with Yang Ling's stabilization, the stability of the meridians could be guaranteed.

This is of great benefit to the widening of his meridians.

If Xu Fu could hold on, after the rainstorm ended, his meridians would be widened several times.

This is undoubtedly a unique opportunity for his cultivation.

It was precisely because he realized this that Xu Fu gritted his teeth and persevered here.

The process of widening the meridians is like using a knife to polish a river channel. Although the final result may be good, the process is to widen the meridians inch by inch and centimeter by centimeter.

If Xu Fu couldn't hold on halfway, then death would be waiting for him.

However, if he continues at this rate, Xu Fu should be able to hold on.

He may not be good with words, but he is a man of hard work.

Yang Ling looked at Xu Fu, who had almost turned into a bloody body, and thought silently in his heart.

In comparison, Ying Zheng and Fusu on the side did not suffer so much.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that escaped naturally entered their bodies.

They sat there, and although they could not understand what Yang Ling was saying, nor did they understand why the surroundings were so bright, they could feel some blessings.

They can now clearly feel that their bodies are gradually getting stronger, and some of the minor ailments they originally had are gradually disappearing.

Is this the method used by masters?
Is this the true move of a god?
Ying Zheng and Fusu thought excitedly, and felt their limbs gradually becoming more active, and their expressions were extremely excited.

Especially Ying Zheng, his originally drowsy mind gradually became clear, and his already gray hair gradually turned black.

The benefits gained from this enlightenment were even greater than the last time I took the pill!

As he felt his body gradually improving, he also heard that the rain outside seemed to be gradually decreasing, which made him even more excited.

You are indeed a master!

He is truly a god!

He is totally incomparable to a half-baked person like Xu Fu!

If we could learn even a little bit of these magical powers and the ability to call the wind and rain, then wouldn't the Qin Dynasty never suffer from droughts or floods again?
If the country had a good harvest every year and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, then why would the Qin Dynasty need the Great Wall or canals?
Ying Zheng and Fusu were thinking excitedly here, completely forgetting Xu Fu who was in great pain beside them.

Inside the house, the problem with the formation was coming to an end.

In the distant Longxi and Zhongche counties, the flood disaster had reached its peak.

The torrential rain poured down from the mountains like a river.

The jungle has been submerged and the plains have turned into waves and rivers.

"Village chief, it's no use, we can't stop it! The flood at the head of the village has spread over the riverbank and will soon rush over!"

In the heavy rain, the man in the straw hat wiped the rain off his face and shouted anxiously.

In front of him was an old man who looked to be ten years older than him, but still in good health.

He was holding a shovel and working shirtless with a dozen young men in their twenties, desperately filling a granary with soil.

"No, you can't leave!"

The village chief roared, wiping the rain from his eyes, and said loudly, "Everyone can leave, but we can't! The food in this granary is the last seed and food for our village. If it is flooded, we will become the sinners of the village! If the food here is also flooded, even if we can survive the flood, how can we get through the rest of the day?!"

The rain was pouring down. The old man was desperately trying to raise the soil near the granary. With red eyes, he shouted, "Add a little more soil! Add a little more! If you want to leave, leave! Even if I have to die, I will die on the granary!!"

The old village chief roared, and his thin and skinny body found strength from somewhere as he filled the area near the granary with soil, shovel after shovel.

Seeing this scene, many young people fell silent.

The rain was pouring down, and they looked at the old man. Finally, they all gritted their teeth, got excited, and started to fill the soil desperately. However, in the face of real floods, what use would the soil shoveled out be?
"Crash!"

Just a few waves overflowing from the river were enough to break up most of the soil that the old man and others had shoveled up!

Seeing this scene, many people suddenly felt a little desperate!
Even the old village chief who was shoveling the soil desperately seemed a little overwhelmed!

What can I do?

You have to know that this is just the river water that hasn’t burst its banks!
Just the impact of the aftermath almost caused the soil they had piled up with so much effort to collapse!
Once the dam really breaks, how will they respond?
Looking at the raging flood and torrential rain in the distance, everyone couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

In fact, this situation does not only happen in this village.

Almost all the villages in Longxi and Zhongche Commandery suffered the same fate.

Countless people climbed up the mountains and watched the flood slowly overwhelm their fields and land. The surging river water was about to burst its banks, violently hitting the crumbling dam.

Their faces were filled with despair, and even the people in the city were wailing and screaming, with shouting sounds everywhere.

They climbed up to the attic and climbed up the city wall, looking at the turbid water outside like the sea with despair on their faces.

The drought just ended, so why is there another flood?

In countless villages, people are staying near granaries, trying their best to protect the last glimmer of hope for survival.

However, their tiny human power seems so vulnerable in the face of nature.

Countless memorials poured into Xianyang, but even Xianyang was in chaos.

All the ministers were anxiously discussing countermeasures, but to no avail.

The flood was overwhelming, the land was submerged, and the rivers burst their banks!

Without Ying Zheng as their backbone, how should they cope?

Without a leader, they were simply unable to cope with all of this.

This is the case in Xianyang, let alone other places.

Endless water rushed in, submerging houses, swallowing up fertile fields, and covering granaries.

Countless people were crying and the land was filled with wailing, including children crying and women calling for help.

Seeing all this, everyone knelt on the ground in despair, and even the local officials sat on the ground dejectedly.

However, just when they gave up resistance in despair and watched the pouring rain swallow them all, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly shook without any warning.

Accompanied by a 'crack' sound, it was as if something cracked.

In Xianyang city, many people heard this voice and they subconsciously looked up.

At this moment, in the room filled with torrential rain and heaven and earth spiritual energy, Yang Ling slowly exhaled and twisted his wrist, "Almost done."

He said softly. Along with his words, a mysterious aura suddenly spread out.

Ying Zheng and Fusu were stunned, then hurriedly looked out the window.

I saw a brilliant colorful light like a gorgeous ribbon, slowly floating up into the air from the earth against the heavy rain.

This colorful light gradually outlined a pattern in the sky that was completely opposite to the Xianyang formation, floating under the clouds.

"what is this?"

Countless people in Xianyang City looked up in shock at the colorful light rising into the sky in the rainstorm, confused and puzzled.

However, just as they were about to continue looking carefully, the colorful patterns had completely disappeared.

At the same time, the formation below Xianyang was also broken and cleared.

"Okay." Yang Ling stood up gracefully, while Xu Fu fell to the ground with a thud and became unconscious.

Ying Zheng and Fusu came back to their senses from the shock and rushed out the door.

The next moment, they saw the thick dark clouds in the sky suddenly began to shake wildly without any warning.

Then, under the incredulous gazes of Ying Zheng and Fusu, the dark clouds gradually began to dissipate!
"It's getting lighter, the rain seems to be getting lighter!" Fusu shouted in horror.

As he shocked the sky, the dark clouds gradually retreated, and the countless heavy rains gradually turned into moderate rain, and then into drizzle.

Then it suddenly disappeared in just a few minutes!
The breeze was gentle and warm, and the people in Xianyang City looked up at the sky in shock and subconsciously stretched out a hand.

"Has the rain stopped?"

Many officials of the Qin Dynasty seemed unable to believe it and stared at the sky in amazement.

In fact, it wasn't just them! The people and animals of Longxi and Zhongche County all looked up blankly at the rainstorm that completely disappeared in just a few minutes, with bewildered expressions.

"Has the rain stopped?"

In the room, Yang Ling twisted his wrist, and another formation was spread out by him with the help of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that had not yet completely dissipated.

The wind blew across the earth, and at this moment, golden rays of sunlight slowly brightened between the thick dark clouds of Longxi and Zhongche County.

Under the shocked gazes of countless people, the dark clouds broke through and warm sunlight poured down from the sky, piercing the pitch-black sky.

It was like a god casting down a brilliant spear, piercing through the sky!
The next moment, thousands of dark clouds dissipated!
The golden sunlight completely illuminates the earth!

It was the evening of the ninth day of the heavy rain in Xianyang, when the heavy rain that had covered Daqin, Longxi and CRRC for nine days and ten nights had completely dissipated!
The golden sunlight pierced through the dark clouds like a sharp sword, tearing apart the rain clouds in the sky. The magnificent and gorgeous scene made countless people stunned!
The sun sets, dazzling and bright, feeling the warm sunshine.

Seeing all this, all the people looked up and were dumbfounded.

"What's going on? Has the rain stopped?" They looked around subconsciously.

The once violent floods have now gradually calmed down, and the river embankments that were almost bursting have also slowly returned to stability.

Although the flood has not completely receded and water is still overflowing, it no longer has the momentum to submerge everything.

In fact, after the rain stopped, Yang Ling also used the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to rearrange a small water control formation.

This formation does not have much effect. It simply allows the water to recede faster and integrate into the land and underground rivers more quickly to speed up the dissipation of floods.

"Stop...stop?" Countless people were dumbfounded.

It wasn't just people. Countless animals and birds that had been hiding under the shade of trees because of the continuous heavy rain were looking up at the sky in surprise, as if they didn't understand what was happening.

After a brief silence, a bird flapped its wings and flew out of the tree hole, chirping as it soared in the sky.

Soon after, more and more birds flew out from their respective habitats, flapping their wings. (End of this chapter)