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Gradually, Chu Yan regained consciousness.
"Ah? Father Commander, is this the realm of the underworld? Have you also been defeated by that strong man?" Zhu Ji replied disdainfully, "With a deity like you overseeing things, how could you possibly meet your end here? But speaking of you, you often boast about your unmatched martial prowess, claiming to be invincible in Zhengding County. Yet, looking at this situation, it’s clear you were just bragging."
Zhao Zilong from Zhao Family Village had also participated in the battle and not only did he not suffer defeat, but he also gained the upper hand.
Chu Yan tried to argue but found himself at a loss for words. At that moment, he began to question his own martial arts skills. In reality, his martial arts were not lacking; he had simply encountered Dian Wei, who was hailed as the greatest warrior of the Han Dynasty. Even in a state of hunger and youth, Chu Yan was no match for him.
"Well, I saved you this time. I hope you won't cause any more trouble," said his father.
"Dad, what’s the task?"
"Just escort Dian Wei back home and bring his parents along."
"What?!"
At first, Chu Yan felt somewhat dissatisfied. After all, he had just been defeated and was lying on the ground moments ago; now he had to provide transportation for the very person who had just overpowered him.
What dignity do I have left?
After a few brief words from Dian Wei to guide him in martial arts,
he became a loyal follower of this heroic figure. It was only then that he realized the gap between top-tier experts and ordinary martial artists was as vast as the heavens and the earth. If that battle earlier had truly been a life-or-death situation orchestrated by Dian Wei, there would have been no need for such a prolonged struggle. With just one exchange, he could have easily defeated him or even slit his throat.
After Dian Wei joined their team, Yun Xiao Yi took out a hammer and smashed all the square stones blocking their path, collecting them afterward. The group then set off once more. The remainder of their journey went exceptionally smoothly, with no further encounters with robbers. After all, the total distance was only a little over ten miles; how could there be so many bandits?
Before they reached their destination, Xing Zhuang Village, they could see the mountains covered in apricot trees from afar. However, the trees appeared withered and yellowed, seemingly unable to sustain themselves. Zhu Ji sighed deeply at this sight: "With consecutive droughts, if this continues, these apricot trees will likely all wither and die."
This vast apricot grove had once been the main economic source for the two major families of Xing Zhuang Village: the Chu Family and the Xiahou Family. Whether it was the blossoms that could be made into Xing Zhuang Jiu or the ripe apricots that could be eaten fresh or processed into fruit wine, each product was a pillar of their economy. However, as the water shortage worsened, their harvests were steadily declining.
As of today, both the Chu Clan and Xiahou Clan no longer held any expectations for additional profits from this apricot grove; they merely hoped that these precious fruit trees could survive against all odds. However, when they turned to look at Yun Xiao Yi beside them, the worry on their faces was immediately replaced by reassuring smiles. With such an immortal present...
Life is expected to gradually improve from now on.
As they approached the village entrance, they found many elderly people, women, and children with pale faces and signs of malnutrition gathered there. Each person was eagerly looking out towards the horizon beyond the village.
Most of the able-bodied young men from the village had been sent to Zhao Family Village, leaving behind those who were waiting for news—curious about the outcome and concerned for their loved ones.
When Zhu Ji and Xiahou Xing returned safely, an excited cheer erupted from the crowd. The women and children of the Chu Family and Xiahou Family hurried forward to surround the two clan leaders.
"How did it go? Did you manage to get anything?" they asked eagerly.
Zhu Ji shook his head. At that moment, people noticed that among the more than a hundred who had set out together, only a little over ten had returned.
Could it be that they really...
A tension gripped everyone’s hearts as they dared not think further. One person cautiously spoke up, "Clan leader, could it be that they..."
Her voice trembled slightly, tears glistening in her eyes.
Realizing that everyone might have misunderstood the situation, Zhu Ji quickly reassured them, "Everyone, don’t panic! What am I saying? As the head of the Chu Family, how could I abandon my clansmen in danger? All those who went out are safe; they simply stayed behind in Zhao Family Village due to a minor incident."
He emphasized further, "Moreover, according to our investigation, the Zhao Family did not block the Hutuo River or cut off the water supply."
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere seemed to lighten a bit.
Someone immediately followed up with a question: "If that's the case, then what do you mean when you say that the Zhao Family has not cut off the Hutuo River's water supply?"
"Initially, we did find that the Zhao Family had diverted a large amount of river water—enough to irrigate thousands of acres—which led me to mistakenly believe they had taken all of Hutuo River's water," Zhu Ji patiently explained. "However, when we went to investigate ourselves, we discovered that this was not the case. The current state of Hutuo River is nearly dry, and the water source used by the Zhao Family does not come from Hutuo River or groundwater; it originates from the Divine Gift of Endless Water."
What is this so-called immortal? An endless source of water?
The people looked bewildered, seemingly unable to comprehend this unbelievable information.
"Elder Patriarch, could it be that you have been deceived?"
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