"The Imperial Master has come out!"

"Is this the Imperial Preceptor of our Xuanyuan Nation? I've actually seen the Imperial Preceptor in my lifetime."

"Master Imperial Master, please save us!"

Some people knelt down, and like dominoes, more and more people knelt down, their voices choked with sobs: "Please ask the Imperial Master to save us!"

Facing the kneeling of the crowd, Jiuli's expression was calm, without any ripples.

He glanced at the devout people before him and said calmly, "As Xuanyuan State Master, I should do my best to help everyone pray for rain and overcome this difficult time together."

As he finished speaking, he gently raised his hand, and an invisible force surged out from his hand, lifting up those who were kneeling on the ground in worship.

Everyone felt a mysterious power and stood up involuntarily. Their faces were filled with awe and gratitude, and their respect for the Master in their hearts was even greater.

They said in unison: "Thank you, Master Imperial Master!"

Yun Yuan gently lifted the curtain and looked out through the narrow gap. Her sight was exactly where Jiuli was standing.

He stood quietly on the steps, looking down from above, his white clothes as white as snow, the sunlight falling right above his head, as if specially arranged by God, adding a touch of mysterious and holy glow to him, making him look dreamy and untainted by the slightest worldly filth.

It looked quite realistic. Yun Yuan lowered the curtain. It was hard to imagine that such a person had just bitten her finger. Life is indeed like a play, and it all depends on acting skills.

The prefect was a man in his fifties, which was considered quite old for people in ancient times.

His back was a little hunched, and it was obvious that he often bent over. He worked hard for the people. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and wisdom, as if he was calm after experiencing countless storms.

However, no matter how calm he appeared, when he saw the prince and Jiuli coming, his voice was choked with excitement.

"We are saved! The people of Guimeng City are saved!"

Since the drought began, the people have experienced countless hardships and sufferings. Even though relief food has been delivered, it is still a drop in the bucket. Without water, they face the threat of death every day and their lives are very difficult.

Fortunately, he never gave up hope, and now, he finally saw the light.

Thinking that he had not allowed the refugees to enter the city, the prefect was worried that the prince would blame him. Fortunately, Xuanyuan Chengyin did not care, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xuanyuan Chengyin was well-informed and knew that although the prefect did not allow refugees to enter the city, it was to protect the people in the city. He had built a shelter outside the city and distributed porridge on a regular basis every day. He had done everything he should do.

After the victims calmed down, Jiuli found a place on the spot and provided free medical treatment to the sick.

He didn't need to take the patient's pulse when treating them. He could tell what illness they had with just a glance. If it was not serious, such as a headache or fever, he could solve it with a flick of his hand without even prescribing medicine.

The people were even more grateful to him, and some even shed tears.

"Thank you, Imperial Master. If it weren't for you, my child would have died of a high fever. I have no way to repay you. I only wish to be your slave in my next life to repay your kindness."

Jiuli: "No need to do that, next one."

Yun Yuan was also busy. Someone else had done the physical work, and the prince would not let a woman like her do heavy work like the guards. Thinking of the scene he saw outside the carriage just now, he thought about it and arranged for Yun Yuan to help Jiuli.

At noon, after having a simple meal at the prefectural yamen, a group of people rushed to the rain-praying platform.

When they arrived at the rain-praying platform, they found that there were already other people there, five people in total, all wearing the same blue-gray Taoist robes and holding whisks in their hands.

The leader looked a little thin and withered, but he was in high spirits, with a somewhat immortal air. He looked relaxed and contented, as if everything was under his control.

The other four Taoists stood in pairs behind him.

Faced with hundreds of people watching, they were not panicked at all. Instead, they looked superior and a little provocative.

"We are Taoists from Qingqi Mountain. Seeing the drought here, we have come to pray for rain. We wonder if the prefect would welcome us."

The prefect's face looked a little ugly. These people who claimed to be Taoist priests from Qingqi Mountain had been here for a few days. He did not stop them from praying for rain, after all, it was good for the people, but the behavior of these Taoist priests was really hard for him to accept.

Not only did they want him to be well fed and well-drinked every day, but they also had to wait until the imperial court arrived before they could begin the rain-praying ceremony.

They were obviously not doing this for the common people, but wanted to show the imperial teacher a warning and demonstrate the power of the Taoists of Qingqi Mountain.

The prefect received a salary from the court, so his heart was naturally with the court. He immediately said dissatisfiedly: "Come here, drive these people pretending to be Taoist priests from Qingqi Mountain off the prayer platform."

A team of guards jumped onto the rain-praying platform, but before they could get close, the leading Taoist priest waved his whisk, and they rolled off the platform in front of everyone and fell to the ground in a mess.

The originally noisy people suddenly fell silent. The people on the rain-praying platform were still standing steadily, gently shaking the whisk in their hands, as if mocking the prefect's overestimation of his own abilities.

The leading Taoist priest glanced in Jiuli's direction with a look of contempt: "I am the famous Taoist Wuwei. Imperial Master, do you dare to challenge me to a duel to see who can pray for rain first?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes immediately turned to Jiuli. Jiuli said calmly: "Why not?"

Wuwei is considered a top Taoist priest in Qingqi Mountain. It just so happens that he also wants to see the current strength of Qingqi Mountain and whether it can pose a threat to the demon world.

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