Such events are not uncommon.
In a world where martial strength surpasses the normal limits of governntal power, might makes right.
Seeing Prefect Sun’s anxious expression, Zhang Feng smiled and said, "Having taken half a spiritual mushroom from you, naturally, I must return to you half a city’s worth of rain."
As soon as the words fell.
Zhang Feng took a step forward, already bringing Prefect Sun and the cultivators who hurried over after boiling water to several hundred ters in the sky.
Then, they headed directly towards the City Lord’s Mansion.
In the span of just fifty seconds, amidst the terrifyingly fast-changing scenery below,
Zhang Feng traversed a hundred-mile stretch and arrived at the north side of the city outskirts.
Looking northwest and southeast from this point, it was precisely the drought-stricken area.
It was currently sumr, and many commoners were painfully sighing in the fields, surrounded by drying crops and parched streams.
anwhile.
"Look at the sky..."
"It’s Prefect Sun..."
At this mont, both inside and outside the city, and even many travelers on the road, saw Zhang Feng and his companions in the sky.
With the blessing of spiritual power, everyone’s vision was quite good, allowing them to clearly see the faces of people several hundred ters in the air.
"I, Cyan Mountain Daoist."
Seeing many looking their way, Zhang Feng introduced his Daoist title, and to prevent causing fear, explained his intentions:
"Today, at Prefect Sun’s invitation, I am here to pray for rain for Hengcheng."
His words echoed like thunder in the sky, causing more people to look up.
"Thank you, Immortal..." Many commoners directed their grateful and pleading eyes towards Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng expanded his spiritual sense, his mind highly focused,
"Gather the wind."
With words vibrating through the air, and alongside spiritual sense depiction.
A spiritual sense coverage of ten kiloters, continuously drawing wind gathering talismans, forming nearly ten thousand in a brief five minutes within the grand array.
They presented a ’combination array’, recreated by Zhang Feng based on a spiritual array from a virtual attic.
This allowed the seemingly ten-kiloter radius to influence the winds and water vapor from the outer areas.
With the support of wind gathering talismans, wind and water accompanied each other.
Zhang Feng then inscribed large quantities of water gathering talismans, using the activation and conversion of spiritual energy to produce rain.
The wind mobilized the water attributes between heaven and earth, making them flow towards this area on a large scale.
During the inscription, within rely three minutes.
Everyone astonishingly witnessed dark clouds spreading across a twenty-kiloter radius, covering much of the city’s territory.
Such a terrifying scene left not only Prefect Sun and others dumbfounded.
Even so of the cultivators on the ground stood staring blankly at Zhang Feng and his group in the sky.
"A forty-mile radius..."
"The State Preceptor’s rain-summoning technique only spans ten miles..."
They were repeatedly astonished, wondering what kind of immortal figure could manipulate clouds and rain above?
"It’s twenty miles... it’s an array..."
However, a passing Golden Core cultivator deduced Zhang Feng’s spiritual energy range was only twenty miles.
Yet under the assistance of so miraculous array, achieved such a vast area of rainfall.
But regardless of whether it was an array, the re twenty-mile radius already left him looking on with envy.
anwhile.
High in the sky.
Once Zhang Feng sensed that enough rainwater had condensed, he looked towards the sowhat drought-stricken land, using a water-expulsion talisman, placed it at the center of the array, dissipating the increasingly terrifying hurricane and heavy rain,
"Rain, co."
Rumble—
At the mont the talisman dispersed the stable wind and rain gathering,
A long-awaited heavy rain poured down amidst endless thunder.
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