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Chapter 694 Seeing off the bride
The goddess stood in the valley, her face holy.

All the refugees held their breath, their eyes fixed on the rice and the ethereal woman in white.

Jiang Su stretched out her slender finger and pointed it at the pile of coarse rice in mid-air.

A wisp of extremely faint yet vibrant blue spiritual light flowed from her fingertips, sprinkling onto the grains of rice like sweet rain.

A miracle occurred.

The shriveled brown rice absorbed water, swelled, took root, and sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tender green shoots break through the soil, then grow wildly, sprout ears of grain, and bloom.

The entire process was completed in a matter of breaths, faster than anyone could comprehend.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the less than one bushel of unpolished rice transformed in the blink of an eye into a golden, heavy paddy field, exuding a rich, fragrant aroma of grains.

The rice ears were full and heavy, bending the stalks and covering an area of ​​several tens of feet in radius.

miracle!

A true miracle!
After a brief silence, there came a deafening roar of wailing and worship.

"A god! It really is a god!"

"Heaven has eyes!"

"It's saved! We're saved!"

People kowtowed frantically, oblivious to the mud covering their foreheads. To them, the golden rice was their only hope for survival, their only way out.

Jiang Wen gestured for everyone to be quiet so that they could harvest and distribute the rice in an orderly manner.

The rice grains were plump and full, easily hulled with a gentle touch. Though the area was only a few dozen feet wide, it was impossible to harvest them all.

Born to be cut, cut to be born. Thousands of refugees all benefited.

When the aroma of steaming rice first filled the air among the refugees who had endured so much suffering, many of them, holding broken bowls and eating the long-awaited food, couldn't help but burst into tears.

Many relatives and friends died in the famine. The sudden disaster shattered the peaceful life and left suffering in the world.

The refugees didn't know who to blame, but they knew that a sage had come to their rescue.

For a time, prayers could be heard from time to time from the place where the refugees had gathered.

With food, hope found its foundation. The refugees regained their strength and walked much faster than before.

Surrounded by this large group of refugees, Jiang Wen and his group slowly headed south.

Occasionally, Jiang Su would intervene, using her divine authority to promote the growth of all things, to encourage the growth of edible wild vegetables and roots along the roadside, or simply to use her spiritual power to dispel the plague clung to some refugees.

Although she couldn't cure all injuries and illnesses, she saved the lives of many refugees on the verge of death. People were grateful to Jiang Su and called her Mother Goddess.

The fact that incense points had increased surprised Jiang Wen.

Holding Xiao Wen'er, who was over a year old, Jiang Wen would occasionally tease her and teach her to speak.

"Call me Master."

He patiently corrected her. Little Wen'er giggled, waving her little hands to grab his hair, still mumbling, "Daddy..."

Only at this moment would Jiang Wen show a hint of helplessness on his face.

The refugees around them watched this heartwarming scene, and their faces showed long-lost smiles filled with awe.

As for Dan Chen, he was working hard to recover his cultivation. It seemed that the previous battle had seriously injured him, and he had not yet fully recovered.

The team moved slowly, and it took them quite a few days to cross the mountains.

Jiang Wen heard many trivial matters from the refugees, and thus knew quite a lot about the current state of the Great Qian Dynasty. On this day, when they arrived at a desolate plain at the border of Sizhou and Qinzhou, the sky suddenly changed, and lead-gray clouds pressed down low, and a torrential rain began to fall in an instant.

The rain was icy cold, making it hard to open one's eyes, and the road instantly became muddy.

The refugees frantically searched for shelter from the rain, creating chaos.

This place is not far from a border county in Qin Prefecture, a place considered a safe haven. Many refugees are preparing to seek refuge there, hoping to return to their homeland once things have returned to normal.

The five states of the East are: Zhong, Si, Qin, Ning, Jing, and Tian.

Sizhou and Ningzhou were the most severely affected.

Zhongzhou, being adjacent to the capital, has long been a living hell. Even refugees from Sizhou, which is close to the capital, rarely know about the situation in Zhongzhou.

Only when Jiang Wen looked up at the towering black mist pillar reaching to the heavens in the far distance could he truly grasp the terrifying nature of the man-made calamity, one of the three tribulations. It was only thanks to the Supreme God Palace's all-out efforts in setting up restrictions that it was prevented from spreading everywhere.

This made him sigh inwardly, wondering how someone could make such a big mistake.

He erected an invisible protective shield, shielding Jiang Su and Wen'er beside him.

The rain couldn't penetrate even a little. He looked up into the depths of the rain curtain, his brows furrowing slightly.

Amidst the white curtain of rain, the faint sound of gongs and drums could be heard in the distance.

The music wasn't exactly festive; it sounded somewhat muffled and dull amidst the pattering rain.

Gradually, a group of figures emerged from the rain and slowly walked towards them.

That was a wedding procession.

At the front of the procession were several musicians wearing slightly worn red jackets, playing the suona and banging the gong with all their might. However, there was no joy on their faces. Instead, they looked numb and tired, their eyes darting around, not daring to look at the refugees on both sides of the road.

Rain streamed down their faces, but they were completely unaware.

Following behind was a large red sedan chair, its curtains tightly closed, carried by four sturdy sedan chair bearers.

The sedan chair carriers' steps were heavy, each step sinking deep into the mud and splashing up murky water. They kept their heads down, the veins on their necks bulging from the effort, their lips tightly pressed together, and they remained silent.

Several women dressed in red skirts followed on either side of the bridal sedan chair; they were presumably the bride's entourage.

They also lowered their heads, their hands tightly gripping the hem of their clothes, their faces pale, whether from the cold or from fear, it was hard to tell.

Apart from the monotonous and repetitive sounds of gongs and suonas, and the splashing of feet in the mud, there was not a single human voice, laughter, or blessing in the entire procession.

This silent red procession seemed out of place amidst the fleeing crowds and the bitter wind and rain.

Most of the refugees watched numbly, while some elderly people and women subconsciously took a step back, their faces showing a complex mix of fear and pity.

Someone muttered under their breath, "These days, people still get married? Aren't they afraid of causing trouble..."

The dog's mother pulled the dog closer to her and whispered, "Don't stare at it. This... this might be sent over there."

Her voice was low, filled with a strange fear.

Jiang Wen's gaze swept over the bridal sedan chair, and with a slight movement of his divine sense, he could clearly perceive that there was indeed a person sitting inside.

A young woman, alive but barely breathing.

The entire group consisted of living people, but their vitality seemed to be shrouded in a heavy sense of oppression, as if they were not celebrating a happy occasion, but rather conducting a silent funeral.

The wedding procession, moving silently through the torrential rain, exuded an indescribable strangeness.

Jiang Wen watched them head towards the water, wondering whether he should go and check on them.

Just then, the sound of gongs and drums came. Inside a sedan chair carried by four people, a sorceress sat calmly.

(End of this chapter)