The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

Upon hearing Xu Miaoyun's words, the little one immediately said, "Then I'll give it a try first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he summoned the Somersault Cloud, leaped onto it, and rode away on the auspicious cloud in an instant.

Meanwhile, Wang Cheng'an, who had been eating with grease on his face, strode over.

I intended to go forward and ask the little immortal lord if he had any instructions.

Just as they got closer, they witnessed Zhu Ming flying away on a cloud.

Wang Cheng'an, filled with doubt, turned to Xu Miaoyun, cupped his hands, and asked, "My Fairy, where is my Immortal Lord flying to?"

Xu Miaoyun paused slightly upon hearing this.

It stands to reason,

"Little fairy" is originally a compliment or term of praise.

But those three words sounded particularly awkward to Xu Miaoyun, and she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

I always felt that this title sounded strange, as if it contained sarcasm and wasn't exactly a compliment.

So she calmly corrected him, "My surname is Xu, and I am not some fairy. From now on, you can just call me Miss Xu."

Wang Cheng'an instinctively wanted to decline.

His idea was simple.

Zhu Ming was a celestial being who descended to earth, so Miss Xu, who accompanied him, was naturally a fairy.

Moreover, the two men's rescue saved the lives of everyone in the village.

If one does not know how to be grateful,

Instead, addressing her directly as "Miss Xu" is far too disrespectful and impolite.

He had just opened his mouth to utter the words "Little Fairy..."

The rest of the words were not spoken before...

Xu Miaoyun swept her cold gaze over, and Wang Cheng'an's heart tightened suddenly. He immediately swallowed the word "woman" back.

"Miss Xu, why is the Immortal Lord leaving in such a hurry?"

Xu Miaoyun replied calmly, "It's alright, His Highness went to pray for rain for you."

"So it was a rainmaking ritual...!" Wang Cheng'an first realized, then suddenly exclaimed in shock, "Ah? What? The Immortal Lord went to pray for rain for our village?"

These words were so powerful that the villagers who were wolfing down their food nearby all heard them.

They immediately forgot about the food in their hands and all crowded around.

Among the crowd was a middle-aged man with a weathered face; he was the village chief.

He strode forward, his voice trembling with excitement, and asked, "Young lady, is what you just said true? Is the Immortal Lord really willing to show his mercy and pray for rain for us?"

Xu Miaoyun smiled faintly and replied calmly, "Whether it's true or not, you'll see for yourselves in a moment."

……

Let's talk about the other side.

After Zhu Ming left this place on his somersault cloud, he rode the wind all the way north.

In no time at all, they arrived at the banks of the Yellow River.

Looking out, the mighty river surges for thousands of miles, its turbid waves churning endlessly, a sight so magnificent it makes one's heart tremble.

Looking at the Yellow River flowing endlessly before him,

Zhu Ming then thought of that legendary figure, the first man in human history to surf on the Yellow River—Wang Baobao!

Before seeing the Yellow River, I thought this guy was nothing special, so why is he called a legendary figure?

But when people saw the Yellow River, their first reaction was: I take back what I just said, this guy really deserves to be called the most extraordinary man in the world!

I, Madara Uchiha, acknowledge that he dares to surf on this!

However, Zhu Ming's visit this time was not for the purpose of excavating Wang Baobao's historical deeds.

He planned to use the water from the Yellow River to alleviate the drought in the distant area.

Right now, he happens to have two items on him that can draw water from the Yellow River.

The first is the newbie gift pack given by the system at the start of the game—a four-dimensional pocket with a vast and boundless internal space and an almost infinite capacity.

If the Ming dynasty were willing, it could easily have included not only the entire Yellow River, but also the neighboring Yangtze River.

However, this prop has a few shortcomings.

For example, it cannot automatically collect water flow; Zhu Ming has to manually operate it to get water.

In addition, there is another drawback.

That means the amount of water that can be released is entirely determined by the opening of the bag; the wider the opening, the wider the flow of water.

With just this small stream, it would take an unknown amount of time to irrigate the entire drought-stricken area.

That's such a waste of time!

Fortunately, he just obtained a new magical artifact yesterday.

Zhu Ming reached out and grabbed the Vajra Bracelet, removing it from his neck. He then threw it forcefully into the surging Yellow River, shouting, "Go, Vajra Bracelet!"

As a result, the diamond bracelet traced a perfect parabola in the air before falling into the river with a splash, without even making a decent ripple.

Seeing this scene,

Zhu Ming felt as if he had been hit on the head with a blunt object.

He froze on the somersault cloud.

A moment later, when he finally realized what was happening, he lunged at the edge of the cloud, desperately reaching out with one hand towards the Vajra Bracelet that was sinking into the river, shouting in a hoarse voice, "My magic weapon! My Vajra Bracelet!"

In the midst of the panic, Zhu Ming couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

Before this, he had fantasized about it.

Could this Vajra bracelet be a magical treasure specially given to him by Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao)?

It contains a deeper meaning.

He planned to take this opportunity to formally accept him as his apprentice.

But now, Zhu Ming watched as the bracelet fell into the Yellow River without any extraordinary power or phenomena, and all his previous expectations were instantly shattered.

Zhu Ming looked dejected and muttered to himself, "I knew it! How could a great figure like Laozi possibly look up to me? All those thoughts I had before were probably just wishful thinking."

Just as Zhu Ming was feeling lost and dejected, the surface of the Yellow River beneath his feet suddenly began to stir strangely.

The river water was slowly swirling around the spot where the diamond bracelet had sunk, the eddy swirling faster and faster, and the area expanding outwards in concentric circles.

In the end, it condensed into a huge whirlpool with a diameter of more than 100 zhang (approximately 33 meters). The turbid waves surged and roared continuously at the edge of the whirlpool, creating a terrifying scene.

Zhu Ming looked at the extraordinary phenomenon that had turned the world upside down.

He was completely stunned.

The disappointment and self-mockery he felt earlier vanished instantly, and his eyes were fixed on the river.

Just then, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from the center of the swirling Yellow River whirlpool!

Golden light pierced through the turbid river water, tore through the thick fog, and, carrying with it the mighty and surging water, burst forth from the sky, flying straight toward Zhu Ming, who was standing on the somersault cloud!

Zhu Ming was startled and instinctively tried to use his somersault cloud to dodge to the side.

But before he could move the auspicious clouds to shift his position,

The golden light arrived in an instant.

Zhu Ming had no time to dodge.

Surprisingly, the golden light did not possess any hostile or malevolent energy.

Instead, it gently circled around Zhu Ming's body once before landing steadily on his neck.

The golden bracelet that had just sunk into the Yellow River obediently returned to its place and hung back around his neck.

Zhu Ming reached out and took the diamond bracelet off his neck, examining it carefully as he turned it over and over in his hand.

The bracelet was smooth and lustrous, looking no different from its usual appearance, and felt exactly the same to the touch.

There was no trace of the strange phenomenon that had just stirred up the Yellow River and formed a large whirlpool.

Zhu Ming frowned, full of doubt, and muttered to himself: Did this just count as a success or a failure?