Chapter 428: A Stunning Entrance

The entire crowd exploded.

How could a person walk on the surface of the water without falling in?

If this isn't a divine miracle, what is?

Yet, at this very moment, Aluba walked over just like that, step by step, with the Dragon Boat following behind him, his footsteps creating faint ripples on the water's surface.

"Son of the Black Dragon!"

"The power of the gods!"

"Divine blessing, this is truly a divine blessing!"

The people from the Small Trouser-Legs faction were already crazed; one and all, they knelt down, worshipping with all their might, their roars hoarse and desperate.

It was too stunning!

Compared to this scene, the previous acts of stepping on Wind Fire Wheels, carrying large stone tablets on one's back, or even stepping into a vat of oil were all just trash... The sacred aura Aluba exuded at this moment made people worship him with sincere hearts.

Pei Yanran could not help but cry out: "My god..."

Everything today.

Was secretly arranged by Liu Zheng and Huobu Quli. Pei Yanran had not participated, all to give others a stunning way to make an entrance.

At this moment, it had indeed been achieved.

But.

It was not enough.

The scene had been set, but it still needed to reach one climax after another.

Otherwise, how could it live up to Liu Zheng's long-term planning?

Everyone's gaze was fixed on Aluba. It seemed that at this moment, he carried a sacred radiance of his own. The midday sun, spilling onto him, made this eight-year-old boy appear incredibly tall and mysterious; he seemed like a Temple Envoy who had walked down from the heavens.

Just at this moment.

Aluba was seen waving his hand, and a flash of white light appeared before his eyes.

And then, just like that, he vanished into thin air!

"What?"

"Where did he go?"

"Heavens!"

"This..."

With this, the entire scene erupted into chaos. Everyone stared blankly in the direction where Aluba had disappeared. What was going on! Clearly, he had been right there a moment ago, yet now he had vanished?

Before the Dragon Boat, there was no one!

Shock!

Terror!

All the Liangshan People seemed to have forgotten how to breathe in an instant.

The Dragon Boat continued to move.

"This, this, what is going on?"

Pei Yanran's delicate body also trembled.

Just then, someone suddenly pointed toward the sky and exclaimed: "Up there!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

Aluba had actually appeared in mid-air, walking through the air just like that. Such an Aluba possessed an even deeper layer of sacred color, making people yearn for him.

Who had ever seen such a scene?

"Son of the Black Dragon!"

"Son of the Black Dragon!"

Many devout believers had already shouted until their voices were hoarse, rushing over like madmen to kneel beside Qionghai. Shama Zhuoyi's face had turned deathly pale. What made him despair was that this time, it wasn't just the people from the Small Trouser-Legs faction; among those kneeling were now some from the Large Trouser-Legs and Medium Trouser-Legs factions...

They couldn't help it.

These Liangshan People, one by one, could no longer help themselves!

Everyone began to acknowledge Aluba's identity as the Son of the Black Dragon.

In all these years of the Torch Festival, who had ever seen a Great Bimo walk down from the heavens? And at this moment, Aluba's face even carried a trace of a "benevolent" smile... a smile of compassion for the world.

It was chaos.

The entire scene was in turmoil.

Shama Zhuoyi roared, but his tribesmen did not listen at all. What was this? This was a divine miracle! At a time like this, who still cared about the orders of a Headman?

Worship.

The entire crowd worshipped.

Whoosh!

Another sound.

The Aluba in mid-air vanished into thin air once more, reappearing before the Dragon Boat to continue walking on the water...

The atmosphere at the scene had completely reached a climax, and the "wula wula" sounds could not be stopped at all.

Liu Zheng and Huobu Quli secretly exchanged a glance.

Both of them let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

It was done!

Although this "divine miracle" seemed simple, the two of them had been preparing for it the entire way. They had mobilized who knows how many people and how many resources...

Fortunately, the scene had met both of their expectations.

A divine miracle!

At this moment, even Huobu Quli could not help but look at this gentleman from Longyan.

The miracles on Aluba's body were all created by his own hand.

Just how many more trump cards did this man have, and just how much ability did he possess?

He was now incredibly convinced.

This seemingly ordinary young man would certainly be able to change the landscape of Liangshan.

"Son of the Black Dragon!"

"Son of the Black Dragon!"

Aluba walked over amidst this atmosphere where everyone was roaring crazily. Along the way, those Liangshan People were all yearning, yearning for the Holy Water in the basket of the Son of the Black Dragon to be sprinkled upon them, so as to receive the blessing of the gods...

Shama Zhuoyi and the others already had faces ashen with rage.

"Headman Shama, how about it?"

Liu Zheng looked over with a chuckle.

"Bullshit!"

Shama Zhuoyi was so angry that his whole body trembled; having been slapped in the face by this Longyan person time and time again, how could he endure it? He coldly snorted: "Noble guest, who will be the true Great Bimo will still depend on tomorrow's Duge Grand Gathering!"

"Hahaha, good!"

Liu Zheng laughed slightly.

He knew that this Shama Zhuoyi, relying on opium, felt there was still hope for a comeback...

But do you think...

I would give you such an opportunity?

On the first day of the Torch Festival, Aluba made a stunning appearance and achieved huge success. Liu Zheng and the others were too lazy to keep playing here, and after going through some necessary procedures, they headed back one after another.

"Satisfying, hahahaha!"

Returning to Liu Zheng's tent, Huobu Quli laughed heartily: "For these past few years, our tribes have all been suppressed by Shama's side to the point where we couldn't lift our heads; today was truly satisfying!"

Liu Zheng shook his head with a wry smile: "That may be so, but no matter how much he loses face at the Torch Festival, it will only make him determined to go to war with us."

Huobu Quli sneered: "If they want war, then let it be war; who is afraid of them?"

Pei Yanran was at the side, her eyes flickering as she stared at Liu Zheng: "Young Master, you must explain to me why you let our family's Qin Zhangfeng step into the boiling oil! Also, that oil pot was so scalding, why was Qin Dage fine?"

Once this was asked, the others also looked over curiously.

Huobu Quli did not know about this matter either.

Liu Zheng smiled: "Let your Qin Dage tell you."

Qin Zhangfeng scratched his head and said: "I don't know either, but it just wasn't hot..."

Liu Zheng nodded and asked him: "That seemingly hot steam, could Qin Dage smell anything?"

Only then did Qin Zhangfeng's eyes light up: "A vinegar smell!"

Liu Zheng said: "That's right. By placing vinegar under the oil, because vinegar has a low boiling point, the pot will soon boil. At a glance, one would think the oil is boiling, but in reality, the oil is still cool at that time. Therefore, it will not cause any harm to the human body."

"This..."

"Is this true?"

"There is such a method?"

The few of them were all struck with awe at the same time.

Liu Zheng shook his head with a smile.

This could be considered the most basic trick of ancient con artists. The boiling point of vinegar is around forty degrees; at that level of high temperature, a person can still easily endure it.

Unexpectedly.

Just such a trick could run rampant in Liangshan for so long.

He could not help but sigh that ancient times were truly good.

Pei Yanran continued to press him on why Aluba could walk on water and walk in the sky...

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

How was he supposed to explain all these refractions and the issue of props?

He simply waved his hand and said they would talk about it later.

But once the words were out, he felt something was wrong, snuck a glance at Qin Zhangfeng, and silently recited a few prayers for forgiveness in his heart.

As brothers, he didn't mean anything else by it.

"Regardless, tomorrow's Duge is the real main event."

Liu Zheng said.

The few of them were all energized at once.

Whether Aluba, and his identity as the Son of the Black Dragon, could gain the recognition and worship of the entire Liangshan.

Tomorrow, they would have the answer!

On the other hand.

What they had to consider was.

If a winner was decided tomorrow at the Duge Grand Gathering...

On that very day, would this Shama Zhuoyi be so ashamed and angry that he would launch a great war?

"Trash!"

"All of you are a bunch of trash!"

Over here, Shama Zhuoyi returned to his own tent, practically driven mad with rage, and he even overturned the wine table.

"Headman..."

"Headman, calm your anger!"

Shama Zhuoyi looked coldly at Jimu Youla, who was kneeling on the ground, and roared: "Calm my anger? How can you expect me to calm my anger? Letting a Han person, accompanied by a child, make fools out of you group of Great Bimo? What use are you to me!"

Jimu Youla wore a miserable expression: "Headman, I don't know either, why he, why he was able to see through it..."

Shama Zhuoyi kicked him fiercely: "What do we do now? You tell me what to do? Hmm? If this Great Bimo is not ours, what use is there in having him?"

Jimu Youla scrambled up and said: "Headman, rest assured, we have the Divine Medicine. At tomorrow's Duge Grand Gathering, once he is affected, he will certainly suffer a crushing defeat!"

Shama Zhuoyi snorted: "It had better be so, otherwise..."

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "You had better prepare yourself to go and die together with this bunch of Han people!"

"Yes!"