An hour later.
The heavy rain turned into light rain.
The torrential rain that enveloped a radius of a hundred miles gradually disappeared.
Another quarter of an hour passed.
The rain gradually stopped.
During this period, the Taoists were extremely busy.
Because they did not predict the arrival of this heavy rain in advance, the medicinal herbs that were drying were watered by the rain. The medicinal effects of the medicinal herbs were not preserved, causing the Taoist medicinal herbs to suffer heavy losses.
After the emergency rescue operation, hundreds and thousands of Taoist disciples were mobilized. Their hard work paid off, and they managed to save a small portion of the medicinal herbs.
Unfortunately, this small portion of medicinal herbs that were rescued was a drop in the ocean compared to the medicinal herbs that had been watered by the heavy rain.
This time, the Daoist Sect had suffered too great a loss.
After all, no one had expected the storm to come so suddenly.
All the Daoist disciples had a vague feeling.
It was as if…
This downpour seemed to be man-made!
He came as he pleased.
He stopped immediately.
It was as if it was being manipulated.
Moreover, it was a storm that was specially targeted at the Daoists!
This conjecture frightened the Taoist disciples. However, none of the disciples dared to say such a ridiculous guess, afraid that they would be reprimanded by the sect master and reprimanded for not using strange powers.
The medicinal herbs that could not be saved this time were helplessly carried back to the inner hall by hundreds of Daoist disciples. Although he did not expect these medicinal herbs to still be able to display their original medicinal effects, he did not want these medicinal herbs to all become waste.
This torrential rain had almost destroyed half of the medicinal herbs that the Daoist Human Sect had accumulated over the years.
Not only was Sect Leader Xiaoyao Zi heartbroken.
The Daoist disciples who were usually in charge of collecting medicinal herbs also felt heartbroken because of this.
Other than that.
Many disciples were already whispering in secret, mentioning the fact that their sect master, Xiaoyao Zi, had been publicly slapped in the face by this torrential rain.
He had just said that there would be no rain tonight.
The next second, it was raining heavily.
This slap in the face came too quickly!
……
The entire Daoist Human Sect was busy, but the neighboring Heavenly Sect was happy to be free.
It was different from the large number of disciples in the Human Sect.
The Heaven Sect had always adhered to the concept of quality rather than quantity. Therefore, the Heaven Sect had not recruited many disciples over the years. Compared to the tens of thousands of Human Sect disciples, there were only a few hundred Heaven Sect disciples.
However, the Human Sect disciples were uneven. Even some ordinary people who did not have any talent in cultivation could become Human Sect disciples. If one wanted to become a disciple of a Heaven Sect, one had to have a sufficiently strong cultivation talent.
It was also for this reason that the number of Heaven Sect disciples had not been increasing.
It couldn't be compared to the Human Sect.
However, this did not mean that the overall strength of the Heaven Sect was inferior to the Human Sect.
The leader of this generation's Daoist Heavenly Sect was a young girl in her prime. She was a peerless genius rarely seen in a hundred years in Daoism-Xiaomeng!
To assume the position of sect master at the age of cardamom,
His cultivation was extremely powerful.
He had already become a top-notch master at the age of twenty. Even in the martial arts world, there were few who could match him. It could be seen how powerful Xiaomeng's talent was.
The martial world was divided according to strength: Grandmaster, Xiantian, first-rate, second-rate, third-rate.
Xiao Meng could be said to be a powerhouse who stood at the top of the game. Although he couldn't compare to some old monsters who lived in seclusion, he was definitely unique among the younger generation of martial artists.
The only person who could be compared to him was the Yin-Yang School's Left Protector Xing Hun, a genius that only appeared once in a hundred years!
On this day.
As the heavy rain gradually stopped.
Xiaomeng, who was sitting in the monastery with her master, Beiming Zi, frowned slightly. For some reason, she felt an unusual aura from the storm.
"This rain is really strange."
Beiming Zi's eyes were closed, and his snow-white eyebrows fell on both sides of his face. As the person with the highest seniority in the Daoist sect, his cultivation was unfathomable and powerful to an unfathomable extent.
Even a genius like Xiaomeng couldn't see the depth of Beiming Zi's strength. It was as if he was facing a bottomless abyss.
It was obvious.
Beiming Zi's cultivation had definitely surpassed the realm of a grandmaster and reached an unimaginable realm.
"Master, you mean…"
"This rain isn't formed naturally?”
Xiaomeng asked.
She actually had some guesses in her heart.
"This old man has been cultivating for nearly a hundred years, but I have never encountered such a strange change in the weather. Just a moment ago, the weather was clear and crisp, and there were no traces of dark clouds. However, the next moment, a heavy downpour suddenly came, catching everyone off guard.”
"Everything seems so deliberate!”
Beiming Zi exclaimed repeatedly.
As he comprehended the changes in the weather brought about by the rain, his realm, which he had not seen for a long time, actually showed signs of loosening. This made Beiming Zi extremely shocked.
It was just a rain, but it gave him an opportunity to improve.
This was obviously not an ordinary rainstorm.
"It's like…"
"Man-made?"
Beiming Zi's eyelids drooped slightly as he spat out a shocking guess.
Xiao Meng's pupils constricted. Her beautiful face, which was as cold as ice, suddenly experienced a violent fluctuation. She was so shocked that she could not calm down.
"Man-made rain?"
Raising her head, Xiaomeng took a deep breath and stared at the crescent moon that was gradually showing its horns in the sky.
What kind of terrifying existence could do this?
How terrifying was his cultivation?
He was probably an immortal god who was playing around in the world!
"Master, can you do it?”
Xiao Meng suppressed her shock and asked subconsciously.
In her impression.
The most powerful person in the world was undoubtedly her master, Beiming Zi.
"Me?"
Beiming Zi smiled." Good disciple, you think highly of me. Man-made rain was not something that martial artists or cultivators could do. This had completely exceeded the limits of nature.”
He paused.
He opened his eyes, and his deep eyes were filled with awe and respect." Perhaps only those immortals and gods who are high above can make it rain and forcefully control the changes in the weather.”
Hearing this, Xiaomeng was shocked.
"Master, are there really immortals in this world?" she asked, her pink lips slightly parted.”
" Yes." Beiming Zi nodded and shook his head." Even I don't know about this." After all, I'm just an ordinary person. How can I spy on the traces of immortals and gods?”
Then,
The master and disciple fell silent.
That night, the proud Xiao Meng felt her own insignificance for the first time.
One had to know that when she was only eight years old, she easily swept away all the elders of the Daoist Heaven Sect. From then on, she was taken in as a disciple by the reclusive expert, Beiming Zi. Now, he had become the top grandmaster in the world at the age of 10.
All of this naturally created Xiaomeng's arrogant attitude and did not put the world in her eyes.
Until…
After experiencing the sudden storm and hearing Beiming Zi's shocking words, Xiao Meng was completely awakened and realized that there was always someone better.
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