14: Yu Mengzhang worships at the Divine Dragon Palace

Xue Qinghe returned to the carriage and continued toward the next noble's estate.

She no longer held any hope.

It seemed the nobles had already reached an agreement, all waiting to swing their sickles and begin the harvest.

Inside the carriage, a figure suddenly flashed in.

It was a tall man with a crew cut, sitting opposite her. "Young Lord..."

"Uncle She Long, how is it?"

Xue Qinghe asked.

She was originally the Young Lord of Spirit Hall and one of the only two living members of the Angel Clan, while the other party was the Snake Lance Douluo, one of her protectors.

Snake Lance Douluo's face was dark as he said coldly, "Those nobles are indeed heartless; they actually destroyed all the seeds!"

"They are clearly setting themselves against the Young Lord. If you ask me, we should just kill them all! Not a single one of them is innocent!"

There was resentment in Snake Lance Douluo's voice.

In a year of great disaster, there is nothing wrong with looking out for oneself, but to monopolize all the seeds on the market and force people to sell their children—isn't that just being a beast?

Xue Qinghe rubbed her temples, feeling a wave of helplessness.

If she were in her other identity, she could do that.

But now, as the First Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, she still needed the support of the Emperor and the nobles, so she didn't dare to have an open falling out.

The hardships of reality made her unable to resist the thought of giving up.

As long as she was willing to take a step back and put on a show,

then the nobles would definitely be willing to cooperate with her and present her with an excellent political record.

However, at the thought of those golden eyes,

she simply couldn't make up her mind, no matter what.

"Let's think of another way, like purchasing from other cities... What about Uncle Ci Xue? Is he still monitoring the Upper Three Sects?"

Xue Qinghe asked.

Snake Lance Douluo nodded and replied in a low voice, "Yes, those Titled Douluo are searching everywhere, wanting proof of the miracle... Hmph, are gods really something they can see whenever they want?"

Xue Qinghe hummed in response. At the mention of a god, Yu Mengzhang's figure couldn't help but surface in her mind.

"News also came from the Supreme Pontiff Palace, telling us to pay close attention to the celestial phenomena while monitoring the Clear Sky Sect and finding a way to intercept and kill Tang Xiao. The ones coming are Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Spirit Kite Douluo. The latter is too reckless; I'm a bit worried..."

Snake Lance Douluo frowned slightly. Although Spirit Kite Douluo was a woman, she had a reckless temperament; in the original story, when they besieged Da Ming and Er Ming, she was the only one who died.

"Then let Uncle Ci Xue keep a closer eye on her."

Xue Qinghe sighed.

At this moment, the carriage stopped, arriving at another noble's estate... the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Tianxin and the young man returned and reported to Yu Luomian.

As the Second in Command, Yu Luomian was in charge of Family affairs.

"...Second in Command, after that rain, less than twenty percent of the villages that originally intended to sell their land are still willing to do so. The other villages basically want to wait and see."

The young man said.

Yu Luomian's face was dark. Holding a cup of tea, he sneered, "A bunch of mud-legged peasants, still wanting to hike up the price? So what if it rained? There will still be a poor harvest!"

Yu Tianxin said hesitantly, "After all, after all, that's what they rely on for food..."

Yu Luomian looked at him and frowned, "Tianxin, you are the most outstanding child of my lineage. Don't develop the benevolence of a woman! The strong are meant to plunder the weak! The weak only deserve to be enslaved by us, do you understand?"

Yu Tianxin lowered his head. "Under...stood."

"Did you bring that Yu Mengzhang?" Yu Luomian asked casually.

"Not yet. He is too young and reluctant to leave home. If we give him a bit more time..."

"Then there's no need to wait for him. Seeing him annoys me!" Yu Luomian set his cup down heavily.

His most outstanding child was Liu Erlong, who could even be said to be the most outstanding in the Family's second generation.

Yet she had broken ties with him because of Yu Xiaogang!

The moment he saw Yu Mengzhang's Spirit, he would think of Yu Xiaogang. It was infuriating!

Yu Tianxin hesitated, "But he has Innate Full Spirit Power..."

"So what? Although Innate Soul Power is linked to talent, it also depends on the Spirit it's paired with. If the Spirit is poor, even with Innate Full Spirit Power, one won't amount to anything. Are there really that few Blue Silver Grasses with Innate Full Spirit Power? One was registered at the Nuoding City Spirit Hall; do you see anyone caring?"

"Once he reaches level twenty or thirty, he will hit a Bottleneck and find it difficult to progress any further!"

"Since that kid isn't willing to join the clan, then just leave him be. Throwing a tantrum with the Family? Ridiculous! Of course, don't let other forces contact him either. We'll talk when he comes begging to join!"

Yu Luomian waved his hand, dismissing them.

As for what he said, it wasn't wrong at all; even Tang San, who possessed twin spirits, had a stage in his cultivation where he doubted his life before his Blue Silver Grass had awakened.

With only a "Waste Spirit," Yu Mengzhang indeed shouldn't have any great prospects... By evening,

Yu Mengzhang followed the villagers and finally arrived at the Divine Dragon Hall.

On a low hill, many people nearby were busy, preparing to expand the scope of the divine temple.

They brought in timber and stones, and some were arguing over the design.

And even more people had come here to worship.

Every face was filled with devotion and gratitude.

They spoke of that rain and the form of the Divine Dragon they had seen; many of the more emotional ones couldn't help but weep, then bowed toward the Divine Dragon Hall.

There were many people in line now; there must have been three to five hundred people ahead of Yu Mengzhang and the others. It would likely be dark by the time they got inside.

The village chief said gently, "Mengzhang, if you're tired, just lean on my back and sleep for a while. Get down when it's our turn."

Yu Mengzhang shook his head. "I'm fine, Grandpa Village Chief."

"Sigh, I didn't expect there to be so many people. These days, there are still many good people who know how to be grateful. Mengzhang, you..."

The village chief hesitated for a moment but didn't say it.

Yu Mengzhang knew that the other was about to mention the matter of joining the clan.

He naturally wouldn't agree.

The village chief and the others couldn't possibly force him; no one even brought it up, for fear of making Yu Mengzhang angry.

So they waited and chatted with the other villagers nearby.

"Sigh, if only Lord Divine Dragon had come a few days earlier. I went to the fields to check; those crops are already somewhat deformed and won't produce much grain..."

"The most hateful ones are those noble lords; they actually want to suppress the price to buy! We sell cheaply, but when we buy, the price has increased several times over..."

"Who told the noble lords to have plenty of labor to carry water for irrigation? Next to our village is an Earl; there's one called Zhang San who is truly detestable..."

"..."

As everyone was chatting, a sudden commotion broke out ahead.

A little girl, as delicate as carved pink jade, was seen trotting over here, surrounded by a group of people.

"Ah! That's the Priestess of the Divine Dragon Hall! Cuier! Why is she coming over?"

The nearby villagers all cried out in surprise.

The village chief's eyes widened in surprise. "My goodness, such a young girl can be a Priestess? Mengzhang, I think you..."

Halfway through, he hurriedly shut his mouth; it would be bad if he offended Lord Divine Dragon!

"Brother...!"

Cuier called out sweetly, her large, watery eyes staring straight at Yu Mengzhang.