Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 337 - 14: Natural Disaster Strike! Zhao Xing’s Countermeasure! _2

Chapter 337: Chapter 14: Natural Disaster Strike! Zhao Xing’s Countermeasure! _2

The Great Zhou was progressing, and so were the Southern Barbarian Tribes. In fact, the pressure on the Southern Barbarian Tribes was even greater. To guard against the enormous threat of Great Zhou, they strained their minds to develop various secret techniques.

The Insect Witch also erupted with astonishing energy in the Ping Man War, delivering a heavy blow to the Ping Man Army.

Long Xiao was sure to have a chance to infiltrate the Southern Desolate, and so was Old Chen. Zhao Xing didn’t want anything to happen to them and thus took this opportunity to remind Long Xiao.

In reality, this book had to rely on Old Chen. Long Xiao, as a martial artist, didn’t have many methods to think of; it was Old Chen who was the master.

Because all five divisions of Cloud City had unified their battle lines, and each main officer strongly supported the actions of the Minister of Agriculture Supervision.

When Zhao Xing set to work, the progress was quite swift.

Even though he used such an obscure array, employing extravagant materials for the Mechanical Master to make arrangements, no one dared to say anything.

He didn’t need people below to understand; he only needed the support of the main officers.

To what extent did the various divisions support Zhao Xing?

"Return, oh soul!"

At the Yin hour, Zhang Yi stood at a bridgehead, holding a Soul Summoning Lamp and shaking a bell.

In front of him was an altar, with many emcees sitting and repeating his actions.

Yellow paper in the copper furnace burned fiercely.

The main officer of the temple, Shen Mingyu, willingly stayed beside Zhang Yi, assisting him in casting spells.

The firelight illuminated the dark night, and after a while, the light turned green.

Zhao Xing and Xia Jing stood behind Zhang Yi.

Both of their Bright Eyes Skills were very high, enabling them to see that the surroundings were already teeming with ghosts, though it still appeared to be an empty space; in reality, it was already an army of ghosts.

If ordinary people stayed in this empty space, they would soon be eroded by the excessive yin energy, leading to the depletion of physical vitality.

In no time, the ritual was completed.

Zhang Yi stepped down from the altar, "Why are you here?"

"Just came to take a look since you’re almost done," Xia Jing smiled, "Your efficiency is impressive, Mr. Zhang. You said you’d dig through a hundred-meter-high mountain in ten days, and you did it."

Zhang Yi replied helplessly, "Wasn’t it Zhao Xing who wanted it dug? I never thought I’d use ghosts to move bricks one day."

"If my classmates from Yuan Yin Daoist School knew I was doing this after graduation, they’d laugh me to death."

Zhao Xing patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder; he knew this man had joined the army right after graduating from the Daoist academy and was still somewhat unused to such tasks.

"Serving as an official isn’t shameful. When Mr. Zhang, you return to your hometown in glory someday and revisit the Daoist academy, who will dare say anything? The beauties of old will surely regard you differently, and those who taunted you will bow before your ascent boots and respectfully call you Mr. Zhang!" Zhao Xing habitually painted a beautiful future for Zhang Yi.

Shen Mingyu, looking at Zhang Yi’s moved expression, felt Zhao Xing spoke expertly. Even he, the nominal main officer, wanted to follow Zhao Xing.

"By the way, how long can these ghost power warriors last?" Zhao Xing asked, "Can they complete the work by tomorrow?"

"Yes," Zhang Yi replied, "But the incense medium from the temple is running low, enough to support these ghost power warriors for half a month at most."

"Half a month, huh?" Zhao Xing rubbed his chin, "Can these ghost power warriors do anything else? Like fighting?"

"No," Zhang Yi shook his head, "These ghost power warriors follow the rule of only working for money, not risking their lives."

"If you don’t give them money, doesn’t that negate the risking part?"

Xia Jing: "..."

Zhang Yi: "???"

Zhao Xing looked at Shen Mingyu, "You could discuss with Mr. Shen and see if it could work."

Shen Mingyu nodded helplessly, "Theoretically, it’s possible. If these ghost power warriors dissipate due to an accident, it doesn’t require consuming incense mediums to send them back..."

Shen Mingyu’s words stunned Zhang Yi. Was it really playable like this? He felt his path of priestly rites had opened a new door to the world.

Xia Jing also looked surprised at Zhao Xing. Even though he was used to Zhao Xing’s whimsical ideas, he was often amazed by Zhao Xing’s thoughts, "Mr. Zhao, how are you so adept at this?"

Zhao Xing casually replied, "I read it in a book. There are many books in the library of Ten Suns Cave Heaven. Go check it out."

What book would teach this? Xia Jing was dubious but didn’t ask further, as he was gradually getting used to it.

"Cough cough," Shen Mingyu said, "Mr. Zhao, this method does go against the heavenly order."

Zhao Xing cupped his hands and said, "I never said not to give; it’s just that we need to use it sparingly. If we reduce this incense a bit, can it extend a bit longer than half a month?"

Xia Jing was also led astray, "Yes, if it doesn’t work out, we can give it next time once the incense supply arrives."

Shen Mingyu was speechless, feeling out of place with these young men’s line of thought, especially Zhao Xing, who completely outpaced his thinking.

Even saving on ghost money, fantastic, right?

What’s become of this world? Has the era changed so quickly?

Am I too old-fashioned, or is Zhao Xing too crazy?

Zhao Xing did not say more. People change step by step. Zhang Yi couldn’t quite accept it now, but he would get accustomed to it over time.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Shen, thank you for your contributions to Cloud City. After we dig through the big mountain, I will host a banquet for you esteemed temple officers. Please do honor us with your presence."

"Mr. Zhao, you overpraise us. It’s what we should do," Shen Mingyu said courteously. He had also been implicated somewhat in the last Shao Wanjie case, and it was impossible to escape negligence. However, he was decisive and chose to stay and work with this group of young people.

Even if it meant stepping down from his main officer position, he had no complaints. The temple was practically under Zhang Yi’s command, and he didn’t dare put on airs.

"Phew~"

Zhao Xing and Xia Jing took the flying boat to inspect the next location.

After the government functions resumed, they displayed an incredibly terrifying level of energy.

Now, if they needed people, they had people, and they were elite!

If they needed supplies, they had supplies, instantly replenishing ten years’ worth of shortages.

With all divisions of Cloud City working together, the originally sieve-like defenses of Cloud City quickly recovered.

Amid the vigorous defensive recovery efforts in Cloud City, time quickly arrived at April of the 17th year of the Jingxin Calendar.

...

On the first day of April, Zhao Ke was leading ten Human Witches of the Hana Tribe, patrolling by the river.

He had been at the upper reaches of the Canglan River for ten days now.

"Young clan leader, we’re only a hundred miles from Cloud City. We can’t advance any further. If we go any further, we might get discovered, or worse, encounter Great Zhou’s soldiers."

"Hmm," Zhao Ke nodded, "Although not the best route for casting spells, let’s choose this place."

"Young clan leader, Cloud City is just a mess waiting to collapse. Why do we need to deploy the Ten Plague of Locusts?" an elder witch asked.

"As long as the mother insect doesn’t die, it can hide in Cloud City. If we can strike at Jiutian Yingyuan Mansion in the future, we can cast spells anytime," Zhao Ke said.

"Strike at Jiutian Yingyuan Mansion?" The elder witch found this unbelievable, thinking it was wishful thinking. Whether having an ambitious young master was good or bad, he didn’t know, but he had questioned twice already and couldn’t say more. He simply placed his hand over his heart in acknowledgment.

"Put the mother insects in the magic ship," Zhao Ke said, "Follow the planned route to cast spells and let them enter Cloud City’s territory."

"Yes."

Immediately, the ten Human Witches dug out a box from the ground, each containing mother insects.

"Go!"

Subsequently, fifty mother insects were thrown into the magic ship, drifting down the river.

Placing the mother insects required care, Zhao Ke and his team concealed the appearance using spells. Some were placed in a piece of deadwood, some in a piece of wooden board, some in a fish...

After placing them, Zhao Ke and his men remained still, their minds attached to the magic ship, carrying fifty mother insects as they flowed towards Cloud City’s territory along the planned route.