The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 201 Tuwei
Heilong wanted to retort and mock Du Yuan's words.

For example, the methods of summoning clouds and rain are only known to the dragons and the Cloud and Rain Dispatch Office.

The most that others know is a minor technique for nourishing spiritual plants.

Moreover, the drought in the southwest is far from ordinary; it would be impossible without the help of a dragon king like him who is extremely skilled in water manipulation.

No matter how high your cultivation level is, you can probably only solve the problem in one place!
It's absolutely impossible to save the entire Southwest!

But for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

It was as if he himself knew that this person could really do it, and was not just talking nonsense!
Seeing that the black dragon remained silent, Du Yuan shook her head and smiled before preparing to leave.

As he turned around, he heard the black dragon say something else:
"I really can't let go."

Du Yuan sighed inwardly:

"These words are not something I, a Taoist priest, should say, but they certainly apply to this moment. As the saying goes, 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.' What you have put down is only the knife in your hand, not the knife in your heart."

"Since that's the case, I can't save you, and I won't try. You deserve to remain trapped here!"

As she spoke, Du Yuan turned back to look at him and smiled:
"The reason you put down the knife is simply because you couldn't hold it anymore."

These words caused the black dragon's face, covered in black scales, to visibly turn red!
"Fine, fine, fine! I'd like to see how you manage to send this rain!"

"Let me tell you, once you know what's what, don't come begging me again. Even if I die in this well, I will never agree to your request!"

"Just watch those insects die of thirst right in front of you!"

Du Yuan found this amusing.

"Then I shall wait and see!"

Having said that, he laughed loudly and left.

In the well, only the impotent rage of the black dragon remained.
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Du Yuan, having returned to the surface from the well, suddenly felt a sense of clarity.

Although the view from the bottom of the well is expansive, it is still a place without sunlight.

Where else can one find such comfort and tranquility?

Looking up at the sky, Du Yuan frowned slightly.

Although the leaden clouds were still rolling and heavy, it was clear that they had lost their power.

But Du Yuan only frowned for a moment before she stopped worrying.

How to make this rain fall.

He already had a plan in mind!
Just as they were about to act, they suddenly saw a celestial mirror that was slightly crimson.

Du Yuan had seen this weather before.

The signs of war and disaster in Qingzhou were just like this!

After gazing at it for a moment, Du Yuan headed towards this place.
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On the mountainside of a desolate mountain, several withered old trees with gnarled roots hid a slanted cave behind them. The cave entrance was already slantedly embedded in the mountain wall, and the fence at the entrance was also crooked and looked loose.

Three or four men carrying weapons were guarding the fence.

They were once farmers, but now they have become ruthless bandits, and they are now muttering to themselves while looking at the dark clouds overhead.

"These clouds are really strange."

"That's right. Not only did it appear out of nowhere, but now it looks like it's about to fall apart."

"Although there is no water shortage for the time being, it would be great if it really rained."

As they were talking, a noise came from inside the cave, and the group hurriedly pulled open the gate.

The leader emerged with a dozen or so men, followed by numerous large and small bags. The guards immediately exclaimed, "Boss, are you really leaving?"

The bandit leader glared: "What? Are you blind or deaf? I told you long ago that this place is not safe to stay in!"

He kicked them as he spoke, "Hurry up and go to the back to lend a hand. We need to get out of this godforsaken place right away!"

"But brother, isn't this too hasty? I see we still have quite a bit of wealth left behind!"

The men guarding the cave were still somewhat bewildered—they had thought they wouldn't be able to set off until tomorrow at the earliest, so how could it be so soon? They probably hadn't even packed half of what they needed yet.

The bandit leader sneered, "Fine, you few stay and clean up. You can take as much as you can."

These words stirred not only the three or four people behind them, but also many of those following behind. They mostly grabbed food and water, but they also took some gold, silver, and valuables; there were still quite a few good things left in the cave.

If we could bring those things out, once we leave the Southwest, we could live a carefree life for many years.

Before they could think it through, the leader's voice boomed again:
"Oh ho, you really want to stay? Fine, they're one thing, but you lot who came out with me, didn't you hear what Grandpa Immortal said? And look at this sky! Still thinking about cleaning up? Are gold and silver more precious than life? A bunch of fools!"

After repeated shouts, the group finally dared not utter a sound. Seeing this, the bandit leader spat and led his men down the mountain.

The large group numbered sixty or seventy people, half of whom were bandits, while the rest were selected from among the captured disaster victims who were still able to maintain their strength.

There were also some elderly and weak disaster victims locked in the cave, but they had long since become indifferent to them—those people couldn't walk and were now just a burden. Since they were going to leave the southwest anyway, it didn't matter whether they took them or not, so they simply locked them in the cave and left it to fate.

Those selected could be used as porters, and in dire straits, they could also serve as life-saving rations, achieving two goals at once.

As soon as the group reached the foot of the mountain, the leading henchmen suddenly stopped and stared intently at the cliff face ahead, craning their necks.

When the bandit leader saw the group stop, he immediately began to curse:

"Damn it, you're resting after only a few steps? Are you looking to die?!"

He charged forward, wielding his broadsword, and kicked the henchmen in the backside several times, making them grimace in pain.

"Big brother, big brother! It's not that the brothers are slacking off, look over there!"

The bandit leader then looked in the direction they were pointing.

On the opposite cliff face, a tail several feet long was clearly painted.

Layers upon layers of black scales, the tip of its tail pointing towards the clouds, making it look as if it had just crawled into the cliff from behind, leaving only this tail section on the stone wall, large and long, exuding an indescribable majesty.

The only problem is that it's hard to tell what this thing is; it looks like a fish tail or a snake tail.

"What the hell is this thing?" The bandit leader frowned deeply. "This wasn't here when I came back!"

As he spoke, he looked at the henchmen who had followed him out.

Upon seeing this, the other party hurriedly shook their head:

"No, really no, brother, this thing wasn't here when we came back! It was definitely just painted on recently!"

The bandit leader scratched his head and then pointed to a few of his henchmen, saying:

"You guys, go and take a look!"

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

The bandit leader planned to figure things out before leaving, otherwise he was afraid of being targeted.

The three henchmen, steeling themselves, stepped forward, circled the cliff face twice, looked it over from all angles, and then peered up through the cracks in the rocks. Seeing nothing, they shrank back and shouted:
"Brother, there's nothing strange about this tail!"

The bandit leader was still puzzled. Seeing that his henchmen were unharmed, he waved his hand and led his men over. The group stared at the painting for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. They just felt that the painting was really strange, and the patterns on the scales looked like they were alive.

The more he looked, the more puzzled he became. He instinctively reached out to grab the tail—wanting to feel if it was paint or something else. But just as his fingertips were about to touch the stone wall, the cliff face suddenly slammed towards him as if it were alive!
The bandit leader only realized what was happening before he was completely hit.

It's not the cliff face, it's that tail that's come alive!
(End of this chapter)