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But the Dragon King didn't want adults, he only wanted children.

For a moment, everyone fell silent. There was no other way; it was either die together or some children had to be sacrificed.

"Speak up, those who agree raise their hands, those who disagree stay still."

The village chief sighed and then spoke.

The crowd began voting in silence, but after a while, no one raised their hand.

"Everyone disagrees with this. You need to think this through. If the drought continues like this, no one in the village will survive."

The village chief spoke first.

"Village chief, we've thought it through."

"If we sacrifice our children's hearts when we encounter difficulties today, what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? Sooner or later, we will have no way out."

"At that time, who should we point our swords at? You? Me? Or someone else present?"

“If people eat each other, then they are no longer human. We are still human now, village chief, let’s not talk about sacrifice anymore.”

"Even if we die, we want to die as human beings."

Someone said.

"Well then, let's leave it at that. If it doesn't rain in three days, then let's go our separate ways."

"Whether you die outside or survive by chance is up to fate."

The village chief sighed, but also breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes there are things you should never do, even if it means dying.

This persistence may seem foolish, but it makes me feel much more at ease.

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye, and not a single drop of rain has fallen. The village has run out of water.

"Your journey to find water will be arduous. I can't help you much, I can only silently pray for your safe return."

The village chief addressed the young people who were preparing to leave in search of water. "The desert is fraught with danger; a single misstep could mean being buried in the sand."

These young people who went out may never come back, which pains the village chief greatly, but those who stayed behind are just waiting to die.

The final result was the same.

"Don't worry, village chief, we will definitely bring back water."

Goodbye, village chief.

"village head…………"

While the adults solemnly bid farewell, the children played around the statue that had only recently appeared.

They didn't know what was happening, and the adults hadn't told them about the crisis the village was facing.

Aside from one child, she is the village chief's granddaughter and the girl who was originally to be offered as a sacrifice.

"If it rains now, how much water will we have? If it rains, no one will have to go out, and everyone will have water to drink."

"If it rains, the crops will grow well, and then we will have enough food to eat."

The little girl sat on the statue, watching the departing procession, which included her father and mother.

She was very reluctant to leave, but she also knew that they had to go out to find water, otherwise they would all die.

In this situation, she made her simplest wish: she just wanted some water.

This simple wish seemed to trigger something, and the eyes of the statue beneath her began to glow.

In an instant, dark clouds began to gather in the sky filled with yellow sand, and in the blink of an eye, lightning flashed and thunder roared!

"Dark clouds are coming! Dark clouds are coming!"

It's going to rain! It's going to rain!

"The village is saved! The village is saved!"

The village chief and the others were immediately excited. They thought they had fallen into despair, but unexpectedly, they had found a way out of their predicament!

That day, the rain saved their village!

With a clap of thunder, rain began to fall from the sky, but the rain was immediately pulled away by a force.

Rainwater gathered around the statue, and then a bottomless hole appeared next to the statue, into which the rainwater pooled.

"Has all the rainwater gone?"

"No, it didn't leave, it was attracted by something."

"It's that statue! Let's go, let's hurry over there!"

The villagers rushed over and saw a large amount of rainwater stored in the pit, with a smaller pit next to the large one.

The water in the small pit, filtered through various substances in the sand, becomes very pure, and a child is drinking it right now.

"This water tastes so sweet!"

"It's so delicious, so delicious!"

"Father, Mother, we have water!"

The village chief's granddaughter ran up to her grandfather and parents with a handful of water, raised her hand and said, "Grandpa, look, look, with this father and mother, we don't need to go out."

"They can stay home with me now."

The little girl's thoughts were very simple: with her water dad and mom, she wouldn't have to risk going out and could stay with them.

"…………Um."

The village chief remained silent for a long time, then a smile appeared on his old face as he looked at the mysteriously appearing statue.

He knew that both the rain just now and the current situation were definitely related to this statue.

"Thank God for the blessing!"

The village chief took the lead in trying to kneel down to express his gratitude, but the moment he bent his knees, he was stopped by the sand on the ground.

At the same time, another voice reached the minds of everyone present who wanted to kneel down.

"Stop praying to gods and Buddhas all day long. What you see in front of you is just a broken statue. There's no need to kneel down and worship it."

"In the end, people still have to rely on their own strength. I'm giving you the opportunity; the rest is up to you."

"Don't say that mortals are inferior to immortals! My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!"

For a moment, everyone seemed to see the figure of a young man. They could only see the young man's back, but they could feel an arrogant and domineering air about him!

They felt that in front of that boy, the world was incredibly small, and he was the only one of his kind! Nothing could compare to him!

The villagers didn't know who that person was, but they knew in their hearts that this person had given them new hope.

From today onwards, there is no need to kneel and worship any gods, no need to send children to the Dragon God first, and you can have a good life simply by working hard with your own hands!

"Everyone in our village will forever remember your kindness!"

"As long as there is even one person left in our village, we will never forget you, no matter how many years pass!"

"You don't need our kneeling, but we still want to thank you!"

The village chief stopped kneeling and bowed. He bent down and cupped his hands, but this time he was not facing a statue, but the figure of the boy he saw in his heart!

"Our benefactor, please accept our bow!"

The villagers followed suit, and from then on they stopped worshipping the heavens, the earth, and the statues of gods, and instead worshipped the boy whose back was the only part of his face!

After the thanks were given, the village began making arrangements.

"Although we have water, we still need to use it ourselves to irrigate the crops. Young men, get to work!"

The village chief spoke first.

"Yes!"

The men went back and got all sorts of water-carrying tools, and then carried water back and forth to irrigate the farmland.

The sun was scorching, but they were happy. The exhaustion was far better than no hope at all! Despair is the most terrifying thing!

"People still have to rely on themselves."

Looking at the young people working hard with smiles on their faces, the village chief suddenly understood why the rainwater was being drawn here.

That boy was very capable; he could have easily helped them irrigate the fields and do everything else. But he helped this time; what about next time?

Ultimately, people have to rely on themselves. No matter how hard or difficult it is, people still have to make progress step by step through their own efforts!

"He who does not work shall not eat."

The village chief suddenly said those words. He didn't know why he said them, but it just suddenly came to mind.

The peasants' ideas are still too close to reality. No matter what world it is, as long as the common people still need to eat, the peasants' ideas will never be outdated!

Not long after, someone came to the village and was surprised to see the water. He asked where it came from.

"That's a very magical story. It may have come from a very talented young man, whose name we don't know."

“His power inspires our awe, his grace compels our submission, and we are completely convinced of his worth.”

"We've heard that the most powerful person in the Central Plains is called the Emperor, so we call that unknown boy the Yellow Emperor!"

"The Emperor of the Western Regions, where yellow sand swirled!"

The village chief spoke first.

Qin Qi did not leave his name, but as the story told by the village chief spread further and further, one village after another that had been helped by him spontaneously began to spread the story.

Until the entire Western Regions knew about this, they only knew of a very powerful young man, and that the young man was revered as the Yellow Emperor!

But only Fan Yunfei and Li Xueyang knew that the person was Qin Qi, or rather, a heretical and evil sect known in the Central Plains as the "demonic path".

"Then, um, the person in the story is, is it Qin Qi?"

When Fan Yunfei first heard this story from Xiao Li, he was a little uncertain and asked her about it.

"Who else could it be? Besides that evil Taoist priest, who else could do these things?"

"But this guy is really bold. He's wanted by the Central Plains and he still dares to do things so openly. He really doesn't know the meaning of the word 'fear'."

Li Xueyang and his group had already inherited the throne, and immediately had people gather information on Qin Qi, easily finding a wanted poster.

Only then did they learn that Qin Qi was a criminal wanted by the Central Plains, or a genius demon cultivator who had researched the transformation between humans and demons!

"He, he's very capable."

Fan Yunfei looked towards the Western Regions, and he seemed to see that something in the Western Regions had changed, the once lifeless Western Regions covered by yellow sand.

There's more moisture, more hope, and more motivation! Though the sky is often filled with yellow sand and devoid of any greenery, the vitality in people's hearts is abundant!

"How could he not be amazing? Those people hadn't even seen his face, yet they were already captivated by just his back view."

"Sigh, it's true that even though the person is gone, the name remains. It will be even harder for you to gain the recognition of the people of the Western Regions in the future."

Li Xueyang sighed. In the Western Regions rules that Qin Qi had changed, one had to gain the approval of everyone to become the master of this land.

But with what Qin Qi has left behind and the reputation he has built up, who else can achieve greater feats than him?

This feat is unprecedented and will likely never be repeated. It would be extremely difficult to surpass, or even match, his achievement!

"No, it's okay. As long as everyone is well, that's all that matters."

Fan Yunfei didn't care much about this. He wasn't that obsessed with power and strength; he just wanted everyone to be able to live a good life.

That made him very happy.

"Hey."

Li Xueyang looked at her silly, dog-like husband and couldn't help but sigh. She figured her silly husband would never be able to catch up with that sorcerer in this lifetime.

"Is that fierce-looking person the Dragon King?"

The little girl, who was being offered as a sacrifice, followed Xiaoli. She had heard the legend of Qin Qi, and in her mind, only the Dragon King could summon wind and rain!

"Yes, that's not wrong. What Young Master Qin Qi did is indeed worthy of the title of Dragon King. Compared to those dragon demons, he is a more worthy Dragon King!"

Xiaoli began to explain.

“Well, then I need to go find him. I am a sacrifice offered to the Dragon King.”

The little girl, who had been offered as a sacrifice, turned to leave. She still remembered the feeling she had when she first saw Qin Qi.

She didn't feel that way when she was with other people; she hadn't understood what that feeling was before.