Chapter 100: Three Dimensions

Rainwater is the rhyme of spring, which can make withered wood sprout and seeds germinate.

It has three stages: the first stage is otters sacrificing fish; the second stage is grass and trees sprouting.

It also drags a tail, being in the "Seven Nines" of the previous year.

Therefore, the river ice breaks, and the wild geese return north, which corresponds to the third stage, "Wild Geese Arrive."

In the dead of night, on a remote beach far from the commandery road outside Dragon Gate Berth.

Zhang Gui drove the main Divine Cluster in his head, "Tai Sui Enters Spirit," for the first time.

Using the black slurry emerging from his fontanelle, he operated the "Rainwater" technique to perform the method.

That black slurry was transformed from the Primordial Spirit, which was to say, illusory spiritual products were transformed into physical objects through the modification of the ancient Demon God bloodline Divine Cluster.

It would turn into a fungal mat upon landing, but it was in a liquid state while suspended in the air.

At this moment, catalyzed by the "Rainwater" method, it naturally split into individual pitch-black "raindrops."

Falling to the ground, some still turned into fungal mats and slowly gathered, while the rest strangely drilled into Zhang Gui's nostrils along his body, returning to his brain.

Afterward, it flowed out of the fontanelle again as black slurry, turning into "black rain," circulating endlessly.

After a period of evolution.

It finally formed a continuous, forest-like "drizzle" with Zhang Gui's body as the center, nine zhang as the apex, and a radius of nine zhang.

Bathing in the mysterious "drizzle," he looked around.

He stepped on the fungal mat under his feet.

Touching the slippery raindrops falling in the air, Zhang Gui suddenly made a grabbing motion.

The rainwater a zhang away instantly condensed into a giant palm in mid-air, grabbing forward in the same manner.

"This is a transformation from a simple planar fungal mat into a three-dimensional combination of fungal mat and raindrops.

Although it's only adding one, it's a complete qualitative change!

It seems Old Wang didn't cheat me; the technique given is extremely superior.

Or perhaps the method is naturally compatible with the main Divine Cluster in my head, 'Tai Sui Enters Spirit,' producing a miraculous effect where one plus one is far greater than two.

That's right, Tai Sui's human state in ancient legends is a synthetic body of fungi.

And the environment fungi like most is moist and warm.

It secretly matches the characteristics of the 'Spring Rain' solar term: river ice breaking and grass and trees sprouting.

This is Heaven's will!

Heaven's mandate is with me, so I have great luck!"

Zhang Gui became more satisfied the more he thought about it, unable to help laughing out loud.

However, recalling the accident at Dragon Gate Berth, the pride on his face gradually disappeared.

In his previous life, he didn't know how many times he had seen news of "human bomb terrorist attacks."

Zhang Gui knew that this kind of extreme event that only a madman could commit, if not struck hard and fully suppressed at the initial stage of the incident,

would definitely form a copycat effect in a short period of time and happen continuously.

And the Seal-Holding Eunuch of Dragon Gate Berth, Wang Shitong, although well-versed in power struggles and having brains and ability.

But because he was only thinking about how to connect with his party and curry favor with his superiors to get himself off the hook.

He had no intention at all to do the proper work of pursuing criminals and bandits.

And the reason he was so mediocre was not entirely brainless.

It was really because the character of the Ming Song Hezheng Emperor, besides "those who follow me prosper," was also extremely greedy for money.

And the eunuch guarding the mining, textile, and trading bureaus in a place was equivalent to a "money rake" specifically for the Emperor to collect wealth.

No matter how much he earned, it was imperial grace and should be so.

But if there was no explanation for an accident in a place like "Dragon Gate Berth" that earned money like a tidal wave, it would be hard to say whether he would live or die.

However, Zhang Gui was not Wang Shitong's biological father; helping him submit the memorial earlier was an interest exchange.

Next, Dragon Gate Berth being blown up had nothing to do with Zhang Gui.

It was just that Zhihai Town was also a port-type city, and those nameless rioters who dared to bomb the Hezheng Emperor's industry would be even less afraid of a mere barbarian general.

So it was better to figure things out while the disaster was happening at someone else's house.

Thinking this bitterly, Zhang Gui quietly left the desolate beach and slipped back into Dragon Gate Berth.

Most of the port cities had floating populations.

In the short time after the "human bomb attack," the market, which had been sleepless and crowded, was already at least half empty.

Those who remained also mostly had dark circles under their eyes, lips chapped, and a look of panic and anxiety.

Persisting in day-and-night operations was just a habit, or a requirement of the Trading Bureau.

Seeing this state, Zhang Gui didn't immediately start a secret investigation.

Instead, he found an inn called "Guikelong" and asked for a superior room to stay in.

Unexpectedly, at dawn, there were continuous explosions again.

Zhang Gui hurriedly ran out of the inn, seeing smoke rolling everywhere and casualties all over the ground.

Even the inn he was staying in had collapsed by half,

and he instantly lost interest in continuing to be a detective at Dragon Gate Berth.

No matter how strong the ancient Demon God bloodline he inherited was, and how much he surpassed his predecessors.

His main body was only a mere "Ding-Superior" Eighth Grade cultivator.

When prepared, he could rely on the sharpness of the Divine Cluster to fight to the death, but if he were hit squarely by a "human bomb" without any preparation, the consequences would be unpredictable.

So, taking advantage of the chaos, Zhang Gui rushed to the edge of the Dragon Gate Berth dock.

He dived into the sea during the last bit of darkness and swam away.

After a while, the sky turned bright.

The midsummer sun shone on the rippling blue waves of the East Near Sea, sparkling.

The top inch or two of the sea surface gradually warmed, but underneath it was still ice-cold.

Between the cold and heat, Zhang Gui felt comfortable all over, and his mind was clearer than usual, so he continued swimming leisurely.

From time to time, sea ships sailed past him, half not seeing him or pretending not to see him;

The remaining half kindly wanted to save him, but naturally, all were gratefully and resolutely refused by Zhang Gui.

In this transcendent world, there were many strange people and strange things.

No one insisted when their kindness was refused; it just added some talking points on the shipping route.

Not knowing how much time had passed, suddenly someone shouted loudly:

"This young brother, swimming in the sixth month, you are swimming very happily.

Aren't you afraid your mother will beat you to death with a bamboo pole?

Besides, even if the sea is shallow, it is far more dangerous than a river ditch; you'd better get on the boat quickly.

It's not worth it if you really drown."

"Pah, pah, pah, children's words are innocent, let the wind blow them away.

Even if you, Zhang Jiujiang, you little bastard, drown, I, Grandfather Gui, won't drown.

No, now I am a high-ranking official, Caiyang Longhu, personally bestowed by the 'Current Emperor.'

You, a mere scholar, really think you are a capital official and look down on me, a barbarian local official, and dare to judge the fortune of this general?

Be careful, I'll send troops to catch you and beat your butt swollen."

"Da Gui, you are also a person who has read books for two years; how did you become so crude after becoming a hereditary local power?"

"Is that so? Then how about I change 'butt' to 'honorable buttocks'?"

Saying this, Zhang Gui leaped up from the sea.

He jumped onto a ship with a tonnage of at least five hundred, not to mention the bottom layer, just the deck had three floors of pavilions.

Looking at the ship's design, it was clearly not an armed cargo ship or passenger ship, but a boat for the private use of nobles.

But judging from the structure, it was indeed a sea ship that could travel the deep ocean without worry.

Zhang Gui thought about it in surprise and blurted out:

"Just to make a trip to the Northern Kingdom, you actually built a five-hundred-ton sea ship.

Even if the three-dynasty veteran Duke Hexiang came in person, he wouldn't put on such airs.

Old scholars, no matter how wealthy, love the 'a single flat boat floating on the waves' style.

Jiujiang, have you broken up with that kid Zhang Jiuqing and worshipped at another mountain gate?"

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