Chapter 217

Qin Bi wasn't even sure of her own words.

She was no longer of the immortal body; to sever ties with that Immortal Realm, after reincarnating, Qin Bi possessed not a shred of spiritual power and was only slowly learning to read the fates of others.

With insufficient cultivation base, her guesses were sometimes inaccurate.

When Qin Bi mentioned that Fu Bao had benefited from Qin Yan's luck, whether true or not, Luo Bi felt a spark of anger that quickly turned to schadenfreude: The eldest cousin wasn't close to the Second Branch? He deserved it.

If luck and fortune were drained enough, the eldest cousin would finally submit.

Qin Lang refused to accept it: "I already asked you, and you said it was fine, Sister."

Qin Bi sighed helplessly: "I don't fully understand it either."

Qin Lang was stunned; Qin Tang and Qin Xun were skeptical; Rong He Shizi held his young son, lost in thought. As a reborn soul, he had witnessed many mysterious phenomena, so believing this wouldn't hurt.

"If Fu Bao has drawn upon the luck of the Qin Yan Marquis Prefecture, what would happen?" Rong He Shizi removed the little fist the baby was gnawing. With no one speaking to the little one, the baby started playing on its own.

Just like Rong Yang when he was young, he loved gnawing on his little fists.

"I don't know." Qin Bi knew what she should know and didn't know what she shouldn't; she was only half-versed. She said, "At most, it could summon rain for Fu Bao. In theory, Fu Bao shouldn't be able to summon even a single drop."

Even a few raindrops are still rain, so it must have been Qin Yan who empowered Fu Bao's summoning.

The more he heard, the less sense it made. Rong He Shizi laughed in frustration, fed the baby a bit of water, and said, "Enough. This little rain means nothing. For now, we can only prepare cultivation resources to invite someone from the Immortal Sect."

Hearing this, Qin Tang and the others sighed. Inviting someone from the Immortal Sect required vast amounts of cultivation resources.

Qin Tang took his leave. Before going, Qin Lang, unwilling to give up, asked Qin Bi: "Sister, did I really lend him my luck?"

Qin Bi: "..."

It was a headache. Qin Bi rubbed her forehead. She was clearly in charge of this, yet no longer of the immortal body, she couldn't see through matters of luck clearly, feeling as though something blocked her view.

This was her own protection when she left that Immortal Realm; now, however, she only knew a little.

"The summoning is over." Qin Bi frowned. "Stop asking."

Qin Lang opened his mouth, then left with Qin Tang and Qin Xun.

Rong Yang went out to see them off. Qin Lang simply took him along. Visiting his maternal grandfather's house, the entire Marquis Prefecture doted on the little one. Everyone also adored the baby Rong Chi, but he was a golden gem, so no one dared to take him home.

Rong Yang was also a golden gem, but Rong He Shizi didn't keep him under constant watch, and He He Shizi showed no signs of worry, which is why Qin Lang dared to take him out.

"Oh my!" Qin Lang chattered to the child: "Your mother's children are all treasures."

Qin Xun couldn't help but laugh. Rong Yang beamed: "That's right, someone loves me!"

Qin Lang sighed with emotion: "How can one's fate be so good?"

The child laughed loudly, making everyone unable to help but join in the joy.

News of Fu Bao's summoning spread among all cultivation families, each with their own thoughts. Such a grand effort resulting in only this little rain was hardly worth the trouble; it was even less than the rain summoned by an ordinary cultivator.

"Fu Bao swallowed the luck of two children born under auspicious clouds," Lady Su Guogong said, puzzled. "With such high fortune value and the assistance of the Prime Minister and the Minister, it should have at least rained over a small area!"

Summoning just a few raindrops, barely different from no rain at all—what kind of situation is this?

The wife of the Minister of Revenue said, "Rong Di has a woman born under auspicious clouds. She is now famous, and this year she has summoned rain several times for Rong Di, all quite successfully."

"I heard she is also a beauty," Lady Su Guogong gossiped.

"She is betrothed to the Crown Prince of Rong Di." The Minister's wife flicked her handkerchief and said, "I heard that Prince has a beloved, hiding it from his future Crown Princess, and is simply using her to expend fortune for Rong Di."

Lady Su Guogong was shocked: "That is far too unscrupulous."

"Who can deny it?" the Minister's wife said. "At least she truly has fortune; swallowing the luck of auspicious clouds wasn't in vain. Our Great Yan's Fu Bao, who also swallowed auspicious clouds, looks like an ordinary person, with no sign of any fortune."

"Every time rain is summoned, it's better than nothing."

"I've never seen a heavy rain summoned. The Xue Wang Prefecture is full of hot air, claiming Qin He has fortune and Fu Bao has fortune. If you have fortune, then make it rain! The sky is constantly collapsing."

The Minister's wife had strong opinions; Fu Bao had merely occupied the reputation of having fortune for nothing.

Alas, Lady Su Guogong let out a long sigh.

Inside the Xue Wang Prefecture, everyone was busy rushing about. Xue He Shizi finally woke up, only for Fu Bao to fall into a coma again. One drama after another left Xue Wang Fei exhausted, while Xue Wang was anxious and stressed.

Various elixirs were given to Qin He, but she remained with her eyes tightly shut. Being struck by lightning was no joke.

With no rain and no thunder, Xue Wang Fei didn't dare complain now. Qin He had been struck by heavenly lightning, and the entire Xue Wang Prefecture dared not make a sound; everyone feared the lightning strike.

In the palace at that moment, the Great Yan Emperor sat on the Dragon Throne: "Alas, the fate of the nation!"

A summoning that failed to bring rain had never happened before.

The Prime Minister and the six Ministers also sighed. The Great Yan Emperor waved his hand: "Prepare to invite cultivators from the Immortal Sect to summon rain. If it doesn't rain soon, the crops of all Great Yan will not survive."

The Prime Minister and the Minister of Rites went to organize the cultivation resources and invited cultivators from the Immortal Sect that same day.

The next day, rain was summoned. With flashes of lightning and thunder, Great Yan finally received a heavy downpour. Only after sending vast amounts of cultivation resources to the Immortal Sect was such a torrential rain summoned, and the common people rejoiced greatly.

This rain had deceived them several times, but it had finally come.

The cultivators from the Immortal Sect rained down province by province, doing their duty well. The cultivation resources were not wasted. Nearby Great Chu and Rong Di saw this and, without hesitation, sent cultivation resources to invite the Immortal Sect to summon rain.

Once the rain was summoned, Qin He still had not awakened. Her sect's people arrived riding on clouds and mist.

The cultivator took Qin He's pulse: "What is going on? Exhausting spiritual power repeatedly, one after another. Do you have no regard for your life?"

Xue He Shizi, supported by a servant, looked pale. He couldn't say Qin He had been struck by heavenly lightning, as that was hard to explain and sounded terrible; the cultivation world most dreaded being struck by lightning. Xue He Shizi weighed his words carefully in his heart.

"She went to summon rain in the fields and was struck by lightning." Xue He Shizi couldn't lie outright and mislead the cultivator's judgment.

The cultivator's face darkened: "Summoning rain immediately after waking up? Foolishness."

Xue He Shizi bowed respectfully and stammered, "It was her natal family that summoned the rain. Qin He thought she had summoned it herself, so she went to claim credit. Somehow, lightning struck from the sky."

The cultivator had lived for hundreds of years and knew immediately that was not the truth.

One must still protect one's own sect members.

The cultivator nodded, gave Xue He Shizi a pill, and said in a deep voice, "This pill is extremely precious. Do not act rashly again."

Some people are protected by the Heavenly Dao; they cannot be provoked.

(End of Chapter)