Chapter 2289

Just then a customer came in, hearing which he shook his head repeatedly: "What's the use of just digging the mountain? You need to strike straight at the Yellow Dragon, break into that bunch of grandsons' cave, and let them know what's what!"

Dong Rui had been eating fish balls with his head down, but hearing the voice he looked up: "The government and the Bingyuan Si are all idiots, they don't know to strike straight at the Yellow Dragon, right? Only you understand? Then you tell us, where exactly is the immortal's cave dwelling, and where should we strike?"

"—" This diner said, "How would I know? I'm just an ordinary commoner without great divine powers. This is what the government should investigate; with so many divine bigwigs in the officialdom, shouldn't they have that ability?"

A regular customer nearby interjected: "You open your mouth and expect others to run their legs off?"

The diner was about to glare when a hunter dressed man put down his soup bowl and said: "I just came back from Xunyang Mountain. Our team of seven or eight, these past few days we haven't been hunting dogs or wild boars, but specifically looking for the mountain gate entrance of the Qixia Sect!"

Dong Rui rolled his eyes: "Isn't that like looking for a needle in the sea? Can you even find it?"

"How could just a few of us manage that? But with more people, hehe, who knows?" The hunter laughed, "We've been wandering around Xunyang Mountain, checking every nook and cranny, and we've run into plenty of people, asking each other, all of us looking for the entrance!"

That diner exclaimed in disbelief: "You're not afraid of dying? If you really bump into the Qixia Sect, a single finger could pin you all down!"

"There were already that many monsters and immortal sects in the mountains, and they didn't kill us—this is fate not meant to end. The Qixia Sect still wants to pin us down,

but they have to come out first; hiding in mouse holes can't hurt anyone." The hunter rubbed the back of his head and laughed heartily, "Not just Xunyang Mountain—I heard that Guye Mountain and Rui Mountain also have crowds going in groups to look, and they say if they find it they'll report immediately to the officials. Lord Dragon God taught us, those who save themselves are saved by heaven; by helping the government more, we might just catch the Qixia Sect sooner!"

Everyone said: "Exactly, exactly. That Qixia Sect thinks it's the Heavenly King and his father, daring to stir up wind and rain in our Weian City. Wait till its cave is dug out, see if it can still save face and flaunt its might?"

He Lingchuan and Dong Rui exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat helpless.

These guys are really newborn calves unafraid of tigers, standing on the land of a great nation, facing the ancient immortal sect with not a shred of awe. Just charging straight into the mountains to look for the entrance—if they don't find it, fine, but if they strike lucky and actually bump into it, that would truly be a disaster inviting death.

At this moment the shopkeeper chuckled, came out holding a big ladle: "Don't get so worked up, come come, let's add some soup. Add a bowl for three wen."

Everyone complained in protest: "You have to pay for extra soup?"

"Usually it's free, but now drinking soup or water is drinking money." The shopkeeper said righteously, "If the Luo River doesn't bring water again, a bowl of soup in a few days will cost more than three wen!"

Just as the words fell, the clouds in the sky flashed with lightning and thunder rumbled.

The shopkeeper looked up and let out a low cry: "Dragon God!"

Indeed, in the clouds illuminated by the lightning, a vague dragon shadow could be seen, drifting and unfolding gracefully.

After just a dozen breaths, a torrential downpour poured from the heavens.

The crowd cheered: "The Dragon God has bestowed rain!"

Without official prompting, the entire city's residents hurriedly brought out pots, bowls, ladles, and basins to catch the rain, a spectacle rivaling the year they collected the imperial nectar.

This is all life-giving water; heaven knows how long this drought will last.

The shop was busy, He Lingchuan and Dong Rui also paid their meal money and slipped away quietly.

This timely rain was summoned by Weian City using yuan power to temporarily relieve the city's urgent burning need. Though the Luo River has been cut off upstream, the surrounding forests are lush, and after these few rains, some water can still be gathered into the riverbed.

Of course, praying for rain also depends on heavenly conditions. If the air is too dry, rain simply won't come.

When leaving the city, they encountered one water-fetching team after another. The Nine Abysses Great Emperor had already ordered priority given to residents' water use, and Liu Qingdao even brought several storage rings with astonishing capacity.

Such treasures must be driven by xuan crystals; in ancient times and the early middle ages they were used to transport military supplies, with large capacity but also enormous energy consumption, not to be used lightly. Now using them for emergency water transport in Weian City is essentially exchanging xuan crystals for clean water, money for time—from a cost perspective, it's extremely uneconomical.

But this is the order of the Nine Abysses Great Emperor; no one dares to object.

He Lingchuan entered the city once, his face also becoming a few degrees heavier and solemn, and he said to Liu Qingdao:

"This trouble must be resolved quickly, cannot be delayed any further."

With Cangyan's ability, it's not impossible to supply water to Weian City's people—it's just a matter of what means are used and what price is paid. But forcing it this way, first the cost is too high, second the delay in restoring river water supply harms the Dragon God's prestige.

How can the mighty Cangyan Great Nation be easily manipulated by an immortal sect?

Moreover, the people of Weian City are looking forward with anticipation, waiting for the Dragon God to give the Qixia Sect a harsh lesson.

This kind of unquestionable confidence and expectation is also a pressure on the government.

Liu Qingdao then said: "A medicine person reported that over ten days ago, when going into the mountains to gather herbs, they once saw green light flashing on Xunyang Mountain. Two monsters also reported that when flying over Xunyang Mountain they occasionally saw green light, which was on the evening of thirteen or fourteen days ago."

He paused: "I've cross-checked the testimonies; it left the cave fourteen days ago."

He Lingchuan nodded: "The Qixia Sect is hiding in its cave watching the broadcast; these past few days they must be feeling chills in their hearts—it's time."

At this moment, Weian City was still hard at work digging the mountain, trying to open the channel from Bingjiang to Luo River. The number of Golden Armor Divine Generals on site had already increased to six or more, plus over ten burly monsters skilled at digging tunnels and excavating caves had joined the digging army, working without rest.

Contrary to everyone's expectation, the highest efficiency on site was a nest of fire ants. These were summoned by a single order from the Nine Abysses Great Emperor from the Copper Fang Cave in the west; the entire ant colony has over three thousand ants, the smallest the size of a donkey, worker ants dig tunnels at astonishing speed, truly not having smashed the "Copper Fang" sign, and their mutual coordination efficiency is remarkably high.

If it were an ordinary big mountain, even with five or seven more like it, they would have dug it through.

But this strange mountain still barely holds on.

However, even a layperson can see that its growth and healing speed has obviously slowed down.

Both sides are locked in a battle of attrition.

Seeing the situation on the mountain, the Qixia Sect can't sit still anymore.

It's only been three days! Where exactly did Cangyan Nation dig up so many tunnel-digging experts from?

Moreover, they've also learned their lesson, no longer drilling into the cerebral cores of the necrovores to harass and torment them, but simply digging the mountain to consume its energy. This way, though a bit slower, it's much safer.

Otherwise, the necrovores' golden cores have plenty of innate divine arts for self-defense, enough to make the Cangyan experts who don't understand the situation howl in rage after drinking a pot.

Yuan Shi Lin originally estimated that the necrovores' cerebral core energy supply was sufficient, which would at least let Weian City endure a water cutoff of three to five months.

But now it suddenly faces the threat of water cutoff, and it's a million people who will be thirsty for over a hundred days up to half a year; emergency wells can't be dug in time, and the impending losses and chaos are hard to estimate.