Chapter 192: So Good at Making People Angry

Qin Lang looked up: "......"

Rong Juan lifted her small head: "......"

Qin Lang held a stack of summoning magic treasures, while the little dumpling carried one. Rain swished down in the fields; dark clouds rolled across the entire sky, cicadas chirped, and a strong wind drove heavy cloud layers forward with fierce momentum.

He's tricking people again; I don't believe it.

A gust of wind blew, and the rain vanished again.

Don't trust rolling dark clouds; light rain might be real, but the more imposing the display, the more it's a trick.

The First Strategist, Lin Yao: "......"

Lin Yao thought differently from Qin Lang and Rong Juan. Qin Bi hadn't tricked him, but seeing this weather, he couldn't delude himself into calling it a coincidence. The gathering dark clouds earlier were summoned, not real rain from the sky.

Lin Yao was startled and seemed to realize it would only wind and no rain.

"Young Lady of the Heir," Lin Yao warned, "the land is already drought-stricken. If the wind continues, the soil will dry out even more."

Qin Bi blinked and asked, "Can't it rain?"

Lin Yao froze. Who was she asking? Who decides whether it rains? He certainly couldn't. Lin Yao lacked the power to control rain or even wind, let alone rain.

For three mu or two mu of land, Lin Yao could summon that amount of rainfall.

"It can rain," Lin Yao twitched at the corner of his mouth, "but the problem is, he won't do it!"

Qin Bi was confused, unable to understand what Lin Yao meant at this moment. She asked, puzzled, "Isn't wind the same as rain?"

Not allowing wind, yet wanting rain? What was she thinking?

"Hey!" Qin Lang interrupted, looking skeptical. The little dumpling Rong Juan also didn't believe it. Qin Lang, clutching his stack of summoning magic treasures, dared not move and said, "Who said wind means rain? Yesterday the wind blew for most of the day, yet it didn't spare a single drop of rain."

This matter needed sorting out. If it didn't rain, they'd still get blamed. Qin Bi said, "Yesterday's wind was just wind. I never promised you rain. Why should it rain? Did I promise you rain?"

Qin Lang was left speechless. He moved his mouth; his sister was so good at making people angry.

Rong Juan spoke up indignantly, "Mother, yesterday you said you would summon rain for me."

The result was empty joy; not a single drop fell.

"Exactly," Qin Lang chimed in. "Rolling dark clouds tricked everyone in Jingcheng. Such a huge wind, such a grand display, yet it didn't spare a single drop of rain."

Qin Bi ignored Qin Lang and told the little dumpling, "That tiny patch of land of yours is barely bigger than a table. If yesterday's rain had actually fallen, it would have washed it all away, leaving not even a bit of soil."

Rong Juan opened her small mouth: "But it didn't rain!"

Only wind blew; the heavy, dark cloud layers made everyone think a downpour was coming.

Qin Bi didn't think the small empty space in the courtyard needed summoned rain, at least not with yesterday's grand display. She said, "Your little vegetable patch was already watered with two buckets. Do you really need summoned rain?"

"Stop the wind," Lin Yao interrupted, pointing to the fields. "This entire area belongs to our Heir. The wind evaporates soil moisture. Summoning a cultivator from the Immortal Sect is essential. Prepare double the cultivation resources."

The little dumpling, a money-lover, stamped her small feet: "Mother, stop the wind."

Qin Bi sensed the spiritual energy around her and sighed helplessly, "How can it rain without wind?"

Lin Yao's mind stirred: "This time, it won't be just wind, right?"

"Who told you it's just wind?" What was he thinking? Qin Bi got angry and snapped, "Am I so full of myself that I'd only blow wind and no rain in my own fields?"

Lin Yao closed his mouth. Rain would be best; he just feared it would be only wind.

Qin Lang and Rong Juan felt uncertain too. Guard Yan and the guards he led couldn't interject, standing aside. They had seen wind without rain before.

Today was the same situation. Who would believe it would rain?

Most likely, it would circle around, and the rain would run away.

Qin Bi ignored them, channeling spiritual energy and battle qi. When Qin Bi acted, killing intent inevitably surged; even wind and rain carried killing intent. As she mobilized, the swirling gale made her suddenly realize this was the Heir's fiefdom.

"Oh no," Qin Bi was stunned.

Qin Lang froze, and Lin Yao was also startled. He asked, "What's wrong?"

"The corn is in its growing stage. This time, there will be heavy wind and rain," Qin Bi told Lin Yao. "The corn in the fields can't withstand the wind. I fear that by the time the rain falls, the corn stalks will all be flattened."

"Oh my..." How ridiculous, Qin Lang laughed heartily.

Rong Juan kept a stern little face. Lin Yao also thought Qin Bi's words were nonsense, but she was the Young Lady of the Heir. Lin Yao raised his hand seriously, pointing to the entire fiefdom: "Young Lady, just summon the rain. No matter how strong the wind and rain, if the corn is flattened, all the people in the fiefdom will prop it up for you."

Hearing this, Qin Bi nodded: "Fine."

As Qin Bi finished speaking, the entire sky darkened. Lin Yao's heart skipped a beat.

In an instant, a violent gale erupted. Qin Bi, frightened, dared not summon anymore. She quickly picked up the little dumpling Rong Juan, who was still holding the summoning magic treasure, and grabbed Qin Lang with one hand.

Lin Yao, Guard Yan, and the others felt no fear. Great Yan had been longing for such weather until their eyes turned red. Seeing Qin Bi frightened, Lin Yao and the guard team surrounded and protected the Young Lady of the Heir and the young Heir.

Qin Bi was panicked. Honestly, since crossing over, she had never seen weather like this.

Fortunately, within moments the wind weakened, followed by a torrential downpour. Qin Bi activated the teleportation array and waved her hand: "This rain is too heavy. Let's go quickly, back to the Heir's Mansion."

After she spoke, no one moved.

What was happening? Qin Bi turned to look. Even the First Strategist, Lin Yao, was overwhelmed with excitement in the rain. The others were even more so; their eyes seemed ready to pop out.

"Mother, Mother," the little dumpling tugged at Qin Bi. "It's raining, it's raining, such heavy rain."

Qin Lang doubted again. After all, the rainfall was too heavy. Wiping the rainwater from his face, he asked cheerfully, "Is this summoned rain, or real rain? How can it rain so heavily?"

Qin Bi was speechless, but her temper was short. She activated the teleportation and said, "Let's go back."

In the blink of an eye, everyone returned to the Heir's Mansion.

Back at the Heir's Mansion, it was still raining. This delighted everyone. They didn't even change their wet clothes, watching the rain from under the eaves, never tired of looking. Lin Yao led a group out to check the rain's coverage.

If this rain could cover all the farmland in the fiefdom, they would die of joy in their sleep.

Qin Bi and Rong Juan took out melon seeds to eat. Qin Lang and the guards chatted about the rain, worried it might stop mid-fall. Just one hour would alleviate the drought partially.

At this moment, every household in the fiefdom was excited, peeking out from inside their houses or under the eaves to gaze at this precious rainwater.

The Heir's fiefdom rejoiced, but Fu Bao lay unconscious. Besides being fed some spiritual food, she could eat nothing else. Upon learning this, a cultivator from Fu Bao's sect personally went to Xue Wang Fu to deliver elixirs.