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If it weren't for Yun Xiao Yi intervening, he would have certainly pointed at Zhu Ji and scolded him for being a scheming person. Yun Xiao Yi glanced at Zhu Ji with indifference. From the previous descriptions and Zhao An's introduction, Yun Xiao Yi realized that although Zhu Ji was not recorded in Ancient Literature, he was indeed a rare talent.
There could be many reasons for the lack of records. Perhaps he had unfortunately passed away before he could showcase his talents. The unpredictability of life is such that who knows what will come first—tomorrow or an unexpected event? Just like Yun Xiao Yi himself, who thought he would wake up to continue his nine-to-five job, only to find himself inexplicably transported to the tumultuous end of the Eastern Han dynasty.
Having talent is one thing, but whether to serve him is another matter entirely. Zhu Ji had considerable ambition and deep thoughts; if used properly, he might even provide unexpected assistance. However, if he were to become a trusted confidant, that would require further consideration. In comparison, someone with Zhao Yun's straightforward character was more in line with his preferences.
Yun Xiao Yi coughed lightly. "Water can be provided, but there’s no need for you to serve by my side."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Ji couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, though he had already prepared himself for it. The person before him wielded the power of the Thunder God; how could he easily allow a mere mortal they had just met to serve him? He looked up at Zhao Yun and the others beside him, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
He silently vowed to prove his worth through his own actions in the future. "Thank you, Great Immortal, for your kindness." Zhu Ji bowed deeply to the ground.
Blood trickled down his face from the wound on his forehead, which had reopened due to a previous impact. Yun Xiao Yi shook his head helplessly.
"Don't just kneel and bow at the slightest disagreement," he said, turning to Zhao An. He intended to take the opportunity to teach them how to perform a proper greeting. Allowing Zhao An to instruct on etiquette would also help establish his authority among the villagers. After all, it seemed that the Zhao Family was his foundation, and he admired Zhao An's approach to life. If he could lend a hand at the beginning of Zhao An's journey, he would do so as much as possible.
Zhao An immediately understood Yun Xiao Yi's intention and responded joyfully, "Understood, Great Immortal! I will ensure they all understand the proper manners."
Afterward, Yun Xiao Yi glanced at the Gneiss stone wall that he had shattered with a wave of his hand. He took out a hammer from his pack and gently removed the damaged section before replacing it with an intact piece of stone wall.
This miraculous scene was nothing new to the Zhao Family members; they showed no surprise. However, some young people from the Chu Family and Xiahou Family looked on in disbelief. Was it truly just a rumor? A creation from thin air? Or perhaps a miracle like Mustard Seed Encompassing Mount Sumeru?
Even if they did not comprehend the underlying principles, they were left speechless, their gazes toward Yun Xiao Yi filled with admiration and awe.
Once the area was tidied up, Yun Xiao Yi addressed everyone from Xing Zhuang Village, "Let’s go; I will establish an everlasting water source for you now."
The members of the Chu Family and Xiahou Clan quickly expressed their agreement. They had just taken a step forward when someone collapsed to the ground just outside the villa's door.
"Chief, our legs..." one person trembled as they spoke.
"Chief, I feel like my legs can't support my body anymore."
Another person chimed in, "Yes, I feel the same way. I can't muster any strength at all."
This wasn't an isolated issue; most people present were experiencing similar symptoms. In fact, it all stemmed from the intense impact they felt during the Trident's thunderous attack just moments ago. At that time, due to the heightened tension, adrenaline surged through their bodies, masking any discomfort. However, now that they had relaxed, their legs began to give way beneath them.
Yun Xiao Yi simply shook his head lightly, appearing helpless in the situation. Theoretically, using milk should alleviate their collective weakness. However, considering the large number of people present, this approach would take an unreasonably long time to implement. Therefore, it was not a viable solution.
Seeing this predicament, Zhu Ji immediately stood up and asked, "How many of us from the Chu Family are still able to stand? Please raise your hands."
On the other side, Xiahou Xing made a similar request: "Likewise, how many members of the Xiahou Clan can still make it back home? Please raise your hands as well."
After scanning the area, they realized that only a handful of people were able to stand, leaving both of them speechless.
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