Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

The Ming army camp was in an uproar.

The soldiers, who were on the verge of death from lack of water, saw several white clouds rising in the sky, with people standing on them. Some were riding tigers, and some were riding lions, all dressed in the robes of the Ming Dynasty royal family.

An old soldier pointed to the sky and shouted, "Clouds! Clouds! They're flying! There are people in the clouds!"

"And tigers! People riding tigers! Immortals!"

"A god! Truly a god!"

"Is that His Majesty? And who are the others?"

"That's Emperor Taizong! That's Emperor Taizong!" The news swept through the entire camp like the wind, and the once lifeless military camp was revitalized by these few clouds.

Zhang Fu mounted his warhorse and led Zhu Di and others to the assembly point of the army.

Before long, the soldiers in the camp gathered in the open space in front of the military tent. This army of 200,000, thirsty and exhausted after a day of shock, was barely hanging on by a thread.

"It really seems to be Emperor Taizong..."

Did Emperor Taizong become an immortal?

"We're saved!!"

But when they heard that Emperor Taizong had appeared in spirit, and that they had seen him riding on a cloud, the light in their eyes visibly brightened.

He reined in his horse and shouted to the assembled soldiers, "Listen up! Emperor Taizong has appeared! Knowing we were in trouble, he, along with Emperor Renzong, Emperor Xuanzong, Prince Han, Prince Rui, and Marshal Tianpeng, have descended to earth to save us!..."

"The reason I have become like this is all due to His Highness Prince Rui's supernatural powers! Next, His Highness Prince Rui will bring rain for us!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers below were silent for a moment, then erupted into a thunderous cheer.

"Long live Emperor Taizong!"

"Long live His Highness Prince Rui!"

Zhu Di rode on a tiger, supported by auspicious clouds beneath his feet. He slowly stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the tired yet eager faces below.

He spoke in a deep voice: "I know you have suffered a lot. Esen thought that the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty would fall here. I am here to tell you that the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty are not dead, and no one can break the sky of the Ming Dynasty. After the rain stops, cheer up, and I will take you home."

After Zhu Di finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Gaoxi and said with a smile, "Xi'er, let's begin."

Fan Zhong and the others below kept a close eye on the situation above.

They also wanted to see how His Highness Prince Rui would bring rain later.

"Alright!" Zhu Gaoxi replied, holding the blue gourd in his palm. What could he do? He was the one who brought Zhu Di and the others here! What a terrible father!

The gourd was entirely aquamarine blue, and the wavy patterns on its surface shimmered under the moonlight, as if a pool of living water was slowly flowing inside the gourd.

He flicked his finger lightly, and the gourd flew out of his hand, soaring into the air.

The gourd rose higher and higher, spinning faster and faster, until it finally hovered steadily above the army's heads.

Zhu Gaoxi extended his right hand, his five fingers pressing lightly, and his spiritual energy wrapped around the gourd like silk threads.

He dared not let the gourd pour out all the water at once, because the amount of water inside was too large. If it were poured out directly, the 200,000 people below would be swept away and thrown into chaos.

He was like the most patient water manager, controlling the water flow to be as fine as a hair, slowly and gently releasing it out of the gourd opening.

Then, the waterfall poured out from the gourd's mouth, breaking into millions of tiny water droplets as it was hit by the wind, scattering down in a flurry.

Under the cover of night, the water droplets, illuminated by the camp's firelight, glittered like handfuls of silver scattered from the sky.

With a gentle flick of his other hand, Zhu Gaoxi channeled the power of creation into the misty sky like a spring breeze.

The rain started to fall.

At first, it was just a fine, dense drizzle, like countless transparent threads hanging down from the clouds to the ground.

Then, the rain gradually grew larger, turning into large raindrops that pattered against the tents, cart shafts, and weapons.

The raindrops weren't cold; instead, they carried a gentle warmth, and when they fell on people, it felt like being gently patted by a warm hand.

An old soldier, his face covered in dust, stood there blankly, letting the rain hit his face.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the raindrops rolling off his lips. Suddenly, his eyes welled up with tears, and he knelt down with a thud. He opened his mouth, tilted his head back, and gulped down the sweet rain that was falling from the sky.

"Water! It's water! It's really water!"

"It's raining! It's raining! It's finally raining! There's water!!"

"It's divine rain! It's divine rain bestowed by His Highness Prince Rui!"

The soldiers shouted with ecstasy, tilting their heads back and opening their mouths wide to let the rainwater fall into their mouths.

Some people simply took off their helmets, held them high, and drank the rainwater with gulping sounds. Water overflowed from the corners of their mouths and trickled down their necks, but they didn't bother to wipe it away.

This rainwater, imbued with the power of creation, is a hundred times more thirst-quenching than ordinary water when it falls on people.

My chapped lips were moistened, my burning throat was cooled, and even the burning hunger in my stomach was slightly relieved.

Even more miraculously, the rainwater seeped into the armor, and the soldiers felt their fatigue being washed away little by little, and strength gradually surged up from their limbs and bones.

As if they were sentient, the warhorses raised their necks, snorted, and greedily swallowed the rainwater falling from the sky.

The mules and horses that had been lying listlessly on the ground suddenly stood up on their own, swishing their tails and trotting their hooves happily in the rain.

"This rain...this rain is hot! No, it's warm! Drinking it makes me feel so comfortable!"

"My arm isn't sore anymore! And the hidden injuries on my body seem to be getting better too!"

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! The cut on my leg doesn't hurt anymore!"

"Fairy rain! Quickly, take out the water jug ​​and fill it with plenty, don't waste it! This is fairy rain created by His Highness Prince Rui!"

As Zhang Fu rode on his horse, watching his soldiers reborn in the rain, the old general, who had just returned to his prime, also had tears in his eyes.

He lowered his head, wiped his face, unable to distinguish between raindrops and tears. While Fan Zhong and Zhang Fu were still in a daze, the civil and military officials around them were already in an uproar.

They tilted their heads back and opened their mouths to catch two mouthfuls of rain, but after taking one sip, they were first stunned, and then their eyes turned green.

"This rain...this rain is wrong! It tastes like honey water!"

"My back! My chronic back pain that I've had for years, why doesn't it hurt anymore!"

"What are you all standing there for! Quickly grab something to catch the rain! This is celestial rain! Celestial rain that can cure diseases!"

The civil officials abandoned all decorum and frantically rummaged through their water pouches and even laid out all the containers on their bodies, such as their helmets.

Cao Nai took a full jug, tilted his head back and drank it down. He closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before finally letting out a long breath: "This rain should only exist in heaven… truly, it is divine rain sent down by immortals!"

Just as Cao Nai was getting into the mood and preparing to compose a poem, Zhang Yi, wiping the rain from his face, said in a trembling voice, "Sir, stop lamenting and hurry up! This rain might stop anytime soon, and you'll miss this opportunity!"

Fan Zhong was snapped out of his daze by their shouts and hurriedly untied the water pouch at his waist and raised it high.

The water bladder was filled up in no time.

He tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful. As soon as he wiped his mouth, he felt a surge of heat rush from his throat to his lower abdomen, then from his dantian to his limbs, as if his whole body had been re-tempered.

He slung the water pouch around his waist, grabbed the hammer, and roared, "Brothers! His Highness Prince Rui has given us a second chance at life! Charge with me later and twist those Oirat bastards' heads off!"

Zhang Fu, standing nearby, was completely dumbfounded, his head filled with question marks. "You're the emperor's guard, what are you doing?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

The roar of 200,000 men exploded in the rain, like a muffled rumble of thunder, rolling from Tumu Fortress all the way to the distant Oirat camp.