Junior sister took first place again

In the natural chasm, the duel between Lingyun Zhenjun and Xian is in full swing.

The battle between the man and the demon was like the collapse of heaven and earth, and every attack made the surrounding air explode.

The collision of the power of the stars and lightning is not just a contest between two powerful men, but also a disaster that changes the color of heaven and earth.

Xian thrust his spear forward, colliding with True Lord Lingyun's sword in mid-air with a resounding metallic clang. The two's power collided in mid-air, generating a powerful gust of air that blew away the surrounding dust and gravel.

True Lord Lingyun's swordsmanship was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, with the tip of the sword dotted with starlight, and every swing seemed to tear the space apart.

Xian's spear flashed like lightning in the night, its tip dancing with lightning, each thrust accompanied by a sharp resounding piercing through the air. Their battle unfolded amidst the dust and smoke, the collision of starlight and lightning producing bursts of dazzling light, as brilliant as fireworks.

The swordsmanship of Master Lingyun contains the trajectory of stars, sometimes like falling meteors, sometimes like rotating galaxies, which is a feast for the eyes.

Xian's spearmanship was like a violent storm, each shot carrying the force of thunder, attempting to overwhelm his opponent. As the battle progressed, both men's physical and spiritual strength were rapidly depleted.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Master Lingyun's forehead, his breathing became rapid, but the sword in his hand did not stop at all.

A look of fatigue also appeared on Xian's face. The spear turned back into a staff and trembled slightly in his hand, but every time he swung it, it was still full of power.

After a fierce confrontation, Master Lingyun suddenly took a step back, and his sword turned back into a star disk, drawing a perfect circle in the air and releasing a powerful star power.

Seeing this, Xian immediately stuck his staff into the ground, formed seals with his hands, and summoned a black lightning shield to try to withstand the shock wave.

The shockwave collided with the lightning shield, creating a massive explosion that shook the entire battlefield. The aftermath of the blast toppled the surrounding soldiers to the ground, shocking both the immortal disciples and the demon soldiers.

In the aftermath of the explosion, both Lingyun Zhenjun and Xian were impacted, but they quickly regained their composure. A flicker of determination flashed in Lingyun Zhenjun's eyes; he knew this was the crucial moment that would determine victory or defeat.

True Lord Lingyun took a deep breath, and his star disk began to spin rapidly, releasing rays of starlight. These rays of light gathered in the air, forming a huge star vortex.

The vortex contained a powerful suction force, trying to suck Xian in.

Xian's expression grew solemn. He could sense the power within the vortex. His staff transformed once again into a spear, the lightning on its tip becoming even more violent. He poured all his strength into the spear and hurled it towards the vortex.

The spear, like a streak of black lightning, pierced the center of the star vortex. The moment it touched the vortex, the lightning on the spear and the star power within the vortex clashed violently, generating a huge energy surge.

Lingyun Zhenjun's star disk transformed into meteors, swirling around him before raining down on Xian. Xian, in turn, planted his staff in the ground and summoned a massive lightning array. The lightning within the array, like giant dragons, charged towards Lingyun Zhenjun's meteors.

The collision of the meteor and the lightning produced a series of explosions, shaking the entire battlefield. At the center of the explosion, the figures of Lingyun Zhenjun and Xian were slightly blurred, but their battle continued.

Finally, after a violent collision, Xian's lightning array was shattered by True Lord Lingyun's star power. Xian was sent flying, falling heavily to the ground, and a tiny crack appeared on his staff.

True Lord Lingyun stood there, his star disk slowly spinning, emitting a faint light. His gaze was calm, but a hint of fatigue was revealed in it.

Xian slowly stood up from the ground. His staff was broken, but there was no fear in his eyes. This battle was just a small episode in the entire war, and it did not mean that he was defeated.

Most people didn't notice that during the fiercest moments of the battle, Ji Huan's attacks didn't land entirely on the immortal sect disciples, but instead seemed to land in specific locations. That wasn't because he was careless, as many areas were completely empty and deserted. Some hidden fluctuations seemed to be emanating from the cracks in the natural chasm.

On the vast land of Zhaoyang Kingdom, the shadow of natural disasters looms over this once prosperous land.

The coming of the disaster plunged the lives of the people into the abyss of despair.

In the north, drought is like a ruthless giant hand, silently taking away the vitality of the earth.

Lijia Village, a small village built along a river, is now facing a life-or-death test. The river next to the village has dried up, and the riverbed has cracked, revealing dry mud and sand.

The villagers gathered by the riverbed, despair written all over their faces. Li Dazhuang, a sturdy farmhand, knelt on the parched earth, his hands dug deep into the mud, searching for even a sliver of moisture.

"How can I live like this!" His voice was hoarse, tears welling in his eyes. His wife and child stood by, the child clinging to his mother's clothes, his little face full of fear.

In the fields, crops have withered and yellowed, their leaves curled and their stems so brittle they break at the slightest touch. The villagers' livestock are dying from lack of water, their cries of cattle and sheep pleading.

The well water was dry, leaving only some mud, and the villagers had to wait in line, hoping to extract some water from it. At night, Li Dazhuang returned home, the water tank at home was empty, and his wife and children were cooking the last bit of food with dry leaves.

The children's lips were dry and cracked, and their eyes were dull from hunger. Li Dazhuang looked at them, feeling powerless.

In the East, the epidemic spread silently like a ghost. Haining Town, a coastal town that once relied on fishing for its livelihood, is now shrouded in fear because of the epidemic.

Wang Fang rushed to the town clinic with her feverish child in her arms. The child's face was covered in alarming red spots, his breathing was rapid, and his tiny hands were clutching his mother's clothes tightly.

"Doctor, please, save my child!" Wang Fang's voice was filled with tears. She knelt on the threshold of the clinic, her vision blurred by tears.

The doctor shook his head, his face filled with helplessness. "Sister-in-law Wang, I've never seen this disease before, and there's nothing I can do to help." The doctor's voice was low, and his eyes revealed a hint of despair.

The epidemic spread rapidly in the town, and many families were hit hard. On the streets, people were hurrying around, their eyes full of panic.

Some homes had their doors and windows shut, with cries and wails emanating from inside. In the market, vendors' stalls were empty, and food and medicinal herbs had been sold out, sending prices soaring.

At night, the streets of Haining Town are deserted, with only the occasional cough and barking of dogs. Every household has its doors and windows closed, and the air is filled with the smell of herbs and disinfectant.

Wang Fang returned home to find her child lying in bed, the red spots on his face more noticeable. She gently stroked his forehead, tears silently streaming down her face.

The sudden disaster left the people of Zhaoyang in dire straits. They had no idea when the disaster would end, nor what the future held. They could only pray for God's mercy, hoping that the court would take measures to help them survive this disaster.

In the court, the discussions of the emperor and his ministers were a response to the suffering of the people.

The atmosphere in the Zhaoyang Kingdom's court today was solemn. The recent unrest in various regions had been like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

Jing'an City, the heart of the feudal dynasty, felt an unprecedented tremor. Emperor Zhao Yu sat high on the dragon throne, his brow furrowed, his eyes gleaming with worry and determination.

"Your Majesty, the sky is abnormal. Dust covers the sun in the northeast. This is a sign of heaven's wrath!" An elderly celestial official knelt on the ground, his voice trembling with deep fear.

Emperor Zhao Yu's face became even more serious. He knew that this so-called "wrath of heaven" was not just a simple celestial phenomenon, it was related to the survival of Zhaoyang Kingdom.

"Prime Minister, what do you think?" The emperor turned to Prime Minister Li Yan, who was standing at the head of the ministers.

Li Yan stepped out of the ranks, his face serious and his voice steady. "Your Majesty, the anomaly has caused water pollution in many parts of our country, resulting in poor harvests and the people's livelihoods. I suggest opening the granaries and releasing grain immediately to alleviate this urgent need."

"Minister of Revenue, how is the national treasury?" The emperor turned his gaze to the Minister of Revenue, Wang Chong.

Wang Chong hurried forward, the account book in his hand recording the country's financial situation: "Your Majesty, the national treasury can still hold on, but if this continues, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" The emperor's tone was filled with unquestionable majesty.

"I'm afraid it will cause a civil uprising." Wang Chong's voice was low, he knew the weight of this sentence.

Emperor Zhao Yu was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Pass on my decree. All regions must immediately open their granaries and release grain. At the same time, strengthen border defenses to prevent an influx of refugees from causing unrest."

"Your Majesty is wise!" The ministers responded in unison.

"Minister of War, what are your plans?" The emperor turned his gaze to the Minister of War, Zhao Tie. Zhao Tie was a burly man with a resonant voice. "Your Majesty, I have ordered increased border patrols to prevent an influx of refugees. Also, strengthen the city defenses to prevent any unforeseen events."

"Well done." The emperor nodded, then turned to the Minister of Rites, Chen Feng, and asked, "Lord Chen, what suggestions do you have?"

Chen Feng was young and promising. His voice was calm but powerful. "Your Majesty, I suggest sending envoys to various places to reassure the people and explain the reasons for the unusual celestial phenomena, so as to avoid unnecessary panic."

"Approved." A satisfied smile appeared on the emperor's face.

The civil unrest and the decisions made by the court spread rapidly to every corner of Zhaoyang State. In the streets of Jin'an City, soldiers were busy carrying food and distributing it to the people waiting in line.

Although there was still worry on the people's faces, there was a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

"The emperor has opened the granary to release grain. We are saved!" An old farmer excitedly held the grain in his hand, tears in his eyes.

In the refugee camp outside Jing'an City, doctors are busy providing treatment to injured refugees.

In the fields, under the guidance of officials, farmers began to try new farming methods to adapt to the changing environment. Although they worked hard, their hearts were full of expectations for the future.

"Your Majesty is wise. We will definitely overcome this difficulty." A farmer looked at the new seeds in his hand, hope flashing in his eyes.

As the decisions made by the court spread to every corner of Zhaoyang State, the people began to feel a hint of warmth and hope.

However, the shadow of natural disasters still looms over this land, and people's lives are still full of hardships.

The drought in the north continues, and villages are struggling for survival.

People were forced to travel miles and miles to find water, with women and children collecting morning dew while men dug deeper wells in the cracked fields, hoping for a ray of hope.

"Dad, can we find water today?" Li Dazhuang's son, a thin little boy, looked at his father's tired back, his eyes full of anticipation.

Li Dazhuang gripped the hoe tightly, sweat running down his forehead. His voice was hoarse but firm: "Yes, we will find it."

Their skin was tanned by the scorching sun and their lips were chapped, but no one gave up.

In Haining Town, the spread of the epidemic plunged the entire town into panic. Wang Fang's child's condition grew increasingly serious, and she stayed by his bedside almost day and night, wiping his burning forehead with a wet cloth.

"Child, you have to hold on. Mother will definitely find a way to save you." Wang Fang's voice was filled with tears, and her eyes were full of helplessness and despair.

Doctors in the clinic are also doing their best. They are trying various herbs and folk remedies in the hope of alleviating the epidemic.

But faced with this unknown disease, their efforts seemed insignificant.

"We have never seen this kind of disease before. We have tried all the methods, but the effect is minimal." An elderly doctor shook his head, his eyes full of helplessness.

As the epidemic spread, people in the town began to suspect each other, and fear and distrust spread among the crowd.

Some families have lost their loved ones due to the epidemic. They have nowhere to vent their grief and anger, and can only turn into curses against fate.

Further actions in the court. In the court, Emperor Zhao Yu once again summoned his ministers to discuss countermeasures.

He knew that simply opening the warehouses and releasing grain was not enough, and he needed more solutions to deal with this disaster.

"Pass on my decree and immediately allocate special funds from the national treasury for disaster relief and epidemic control." The emperor's voice was firm and powerful.

Prime Minister Li Yan responded gravely, "Your Majesty, we must quickly dispatch more medical officers to the areas ravaged by the epidemic. At the same time, we must strengthen the allocation and control of food supplies, ensuring that every grain of grain reaches those in urgent need."

Minister of War Zhao Tie also presented his proposal: "Your Majesty, we should strengthen the border to prevent the influx of refugees caused by epidemic diseases and droughts, which will endanger national security."

Chen Feng, the Minister of Rites, suggested, "Your Majesty, you should intensify your efforts in educating the common people so that they understand how to prevent and control epidemics. You should also strengthen your study of astronomical phenomena to better predict and respond to future disasters."

Emperor Zhao Yu nodded, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. "Good, we will do as you say. As long as we unite as one, we will surely overcome this disaster."

Following the emperor's order, Zhaoyang State launched an unprecedented disaster relief effort.

Medical teams were dispatched to all directions, food and fodder supplies were distributed to the most important places, and the borders were also strengthened to prevent possible social unrest.