The Jiajing Emperor ordered Shao Yuanjie to preside over the Luotian Grand Ritual to pray for snow. Several days have passed, and today is almost New Year's Eve. However, from morning until now, it's almost noon, and there's not a single cloud in the sky, let alone snow.
In terms of profound magical power and exquisite Taoist arts, Shao Yuanjie was above the Four Great Dragon Kings, but in terms of controlling the weather, apart from the legendary Rain Master Chisongzi, no one in the dragon race could rival him.
In Journey to the West, Fengxian County suffered a severe drought for three years, with two-thirds of the people dying and many selling their children. It was like a living hell. The Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Techniques clearly included "praying for rain," yet Sun Wukong went to the Dragon King to ask for rain.
It wasn't that Sun Wukong couldn't, but that the Jade Emperor wouldn't allow it. No matter how powerful the rain-making magic was, under the Dragon King's suppression, it was impossible to make a single drop of rain fall from the sky.
In short, when it comes to praying for rain, even Sun Wukong, who stepped into the Lingxiao Palace, couldn't defeat the Dragon King.
"Good!" Emperor Jiajing finally showed some expression. "If Daoist Li can bring snow to the capital and the surrounding provinces, I will bestow upon you the title of Protector of the Nation. Other Daoists may also lend a hand; as long as they can bring snow to the world, I will not hesitate to reward them!"
Whether in the imperial court or in dealing with alchemists, the Jiajing Emperor enjoyed watching his subordinates compete.
For a ruler, this can be considered a truth, a useful truth.
After hearing this, the Taoist priests present were indeed eager to try. Some pondered and thought that it was impossible for it to snow while the Flood Dragon King was interfering, but if the Flood Dragon King was driven away, about a dozen of them were confident that they could make it snow.
But it wasn't just one dragon, it was four, plus countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals. How could they be driven away? And if they were driven away, who would bring this snow?
Li Changzhou stepped back and waited for the others to go first.
Shao Yuanjie, however, did not let him off the hook, staring at him with his eyes gleaming with divine light: "Fellow Daoist Li, please."
Do we have a grudge?!
However, Li Changzhou had already come up with a solution.
"In that case, I shall make a fool of myself!"
"Husband!" Yaochi's seemingly caring and encouraging voice rang in his ears, but in reality, it was a cheer that seemed to be enjoying the drama.
The surrounding Taoist priests stared with bloodshot eyes. Li Changzhou was handsome enough to attract hatred, but he dared to have such a beautiful wife!
Damn it! If you're handsome, you should just stick to being a child prostitute!
The Chongyu Altar fell silent.
Only then did Li Changzhou realize that there were not only Taoist priests, eunuchs, palace maids, and imperial guards, but also civil and military officials, and in the distance, there was a grand hall draped with gauze curtains.
With a slight focus on the eyes, the scenery opposite instantly came into view: behind the gauze curtain were the concubines of the Jiajing Emperor, and the wives and daughters of civil and military officials.
From this perspective, this snowfall seems to have been very important to the Jiajing Emperor.
Li Changzhou's guess was correct.
Since the beginning of winter, there has been no snow. The starvation of the people is a minor matter, but panic has gripped the court and the public. Furthermore, some demons and monsters—likely a cult under the wise leadership of the Heavenly Emperor—are spreading rumors.
Since the founding emperor Taizu, the Ming Dynasty has had ten emperors, and there has never been such divine retribution. Why is Heaven not sending snow? Whom is it dissatisfied with?
It was naturally the Jiajing Emperor; no one else was qualified.
After a brief glance, Li Changzhou withdrew his gaze and thoughts, and loudly proclaimed, "Everyone, watch carefully!"
Her body surged with magical power, and a powerful wave of energy swept in all directions. Everyone hurriedly covered their faces, and the gauze curtains in the distance swayed as if they were about to be torn apart, making a crackling sound. The woman exclaimed in surprise.
Shao Yuanjie stood in front of the Jiajing Emperor, while dozens of Imperial Guards surrounded him.
Surrounded by a crowd, Emperor Jiajing let the wind blow his robes, his eyes fixed on Li Changzhou.
But where is Li Changzhou now?
Where are they?
Suddenly, the world was ablaze with white light.
Immediately following was a deafening explosion, as if a god had grabbed a handful of lightning from a pool of thunder and thrown it onto the earth.
The crowd's blood surged, and the earth trembled.
"Clouds! Clouds are coming, Your Majesty!" the eunuch who had spoken earlier shouted.
Emperor Jiajing then raised his head.
Endless clouds gathered from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the once clear sky above the capital was now covered with dense clouds.
But it hasn't snowed for a long time.
"Fellow Daoist Li, enough clouds, it's time for snow!" Shao Yuanjie stood on the altar, his voice reaching the heavens.
The clouds rolled and thunder roared, the world flickered between light and darkness, but all that thunder was there, and no snow fell.
After confirming that no one could see it, Li Changzhou first summoned Yang Qinglan to his side—the "bond summoning" process takes a long time, so just in case, he didn't call Li Qianxia.
"Let's not talk about anything else for now, let's make it snow first." Before Yang Qinglan could speak, Li Changzhou immediately said.
As he spoke, his gaze began to wander.
Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her full bodice was embroidered with light blue auspicious clouds, revealing her snow-white collarbone, and her white gauze skirt had a white ribbon hanging from her waist, fluttering in the wind like a butterfly.
She stood atop the clouds, like a celestial maiden.
"Snowing?" Yang Qinglan said, sensing her surroundings and mobilizing the five elements.
"Beautiful!" Li Changzhou couldn't help but clap his hands. "We'll make an exact replica when we get back. By the way, could you make your 'Threading the Needle' piece?"
Yang Qinglan rolled her eyes at him, said to herself, "Let's not talk about anything else," and then started talking about other things on her own.
After a while, she stopped and said, "No, four forces have welded the surrounding moisture shut."
"Four forces?" Li Changzhou immediately suspected Shao Yuanjie and his accomplices under the clouds.
"Can't you do it either?" he asked.
After half a month of training, combined with the Five Elements Qi Blade techniques taught by Li Changzhou, Yang Qinglan's strength has improved a lot. In terms of combat power, it is at least 980 or higher, close to the limit of a human immortal.
I won't approach the limit, nor will I enter the instance on the 1st.
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