Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Having agreed on a meeting place, Qiao An quickly walked out of Huo Lian.

"Mr. Wan, I'm so sorry to have bothered you today."

Seeing Wan Lao Er walk in, Qiao An quickly went to greet him.

"It's alright, it's alright. Isn't Xiongyou Village also within my jurisdiction? It's my duty."

Wan Lao Er smiled understandingly, and the two slowly sat down.

"By the way, Chairman Qiao, why did you suddenly ask about Xiong Youcun today? Is there something wrong with that?"

When Qiao An saw Wan Lao Er asking him a question, he laughed it off and didn't dare to tell anyone about the God of Wealth asking him.

After some indirect questioning, he finally learned the ins and outs of Xiongyou Village and hurriedly returned to Huolian to report the situation of Xiongyou Village to Chen Fusheng in detail.

It turns out that ever since the war between humans and dragons began, fishermen near the East China Sea have suffered. Without fishing as their livelihood, and with no farming to do for years, their living standards have plummeted.

The situation in Xiongyou Village is even more dire. The entire village consists of descendants of shamans, and their livelihood depends entirely on fishing and hunting. Now that they have lost a leg, they are barely managing to survive.

Over three hundred years, other villages, through generations of learning, finally mastered farming and successfully transformed from fishermen into farmers.

As for Xiong Youcun, as a shaman, he has a longer lifespan than ordinary people, but he is not as skillful as a pure human. After three hundred years of stumbling and struggling, he has only just reached the beginner level in farming.

However, the shamans had large appetites and could eat a lot. The crops and the hunting they did regularly were just enough to keep them alive.

A few years ago, the war between humans and dragons finally ended, and people were able to go out to sea again. But they discovered that after three hundred years of fighting, the fish in the shallow seas had either died or fled, and were basically gone.

The hunters of Xiongyou Village had no choice but to venture into the deep sea to have any success.

The deep sea is very different from the shallow sea; the danger level increases several times over.

Over the years, although there have been gains each time, there have also been many casualties.

With two consecutive years without rain, the fields yielded no harvest, and the return of the hunting teams seemed a distant prospect. The entire village was on the verge of starvation.

Chen Fusheng listened and nodded, finally understanding what had happened in Xiongyou Village. He wasn't too surprised that Xiong Yiyi and the others were witches.

In fact, he had noticed it back then; the people of Xiongyou Village were so big that they were not the kind of people that ordinary humans could grow to be.

One or two is normal, but if hundreds of people in a village are like that, then there's definitely a problem.

Moreover, if they were ordinary humans, they wouldn't have survived this long without cultivating.

What to do now?

Chen Fusheng stroked his chin. Even though he was the God of Wealth, he didn't have the supernatural power to make it rain. Logically speaking, the rain should be the responsibility of the Rain God and the Thunder God. Moreover, Xiongyou Village was close to the East China Sea, so it was impossible for it not to rain for two consecutive years.

Thinking of the East China Sea Campaign, Chen Fusheng suddenly wondered, "Could this be the work of the Dragon Clan?"

That's quite possible. After all, the Dragon Clan now controls the function of rainfall. They lost the East Sea battle and stopped the rain for the Human Clan. If that's the case, things could get really messy!

After packing his things, he hurriedly headed towards Xiongyou Village while notifying all the elders and divine messengers to check their respective domains for any instances of prolonged drought and lack of rain.

If you have any, report it as soon as possible.

A day later, Chen Fusheng finally arrived at Xiongyou Village. Along the way, he casually checked the fields and found that they were indeed severely drought-stricken.

There wasn't a drop of damp soil, and the ground was riddled with cracks; there wasn't even a single weed, let alone any crops.

He cast an invisibility spell and quietly entered the village. Gone were the joyful laughter of yesteryear; only a blank and bewildered silence remained.

Everyone was crammed tightly into the temple of the God of Wealth, mechanically kowtowing.

Chen Fusheng looked around and saw that only the elderly and children remained in the entire village; not a single young or middle-aged person could be seen.

Saving lives is like putting out a fire; there was no time for further hesitation.

He began casting spells towards the sky. Since he couldn't use the divine way, he had to make do with the immortal way. Luckily, he had practiced his Spirit Rain Spell quite well back in the day because he used it to take a bath and wash dishes.

Following Chen Fusheng's instructions, the clear sky finally darkened, and dark clouds slowly gathered, looking like it was about to rain.

Xiong Yiyi had just raised her head when she exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Why is it dark? I must be hallucinating."

But her head couldn't help but slowly turn towards the outside, and she whispered, "It seems to be getting dark."

"Isn't it normal for it to get dark? Yi Yi, why are you talking nonsense?" The burly old woman beside her chuckled weakly, her lips cracking again.

“No, Aunt Hu, it’s really dark now, it’s really dark during the day,” Xiong Yiyi said, raising her voice slightly in excitement.

Xiong Yiyi's voice finally woke everyone up, and they all looked outside. One of them, who was near the door, stood up and looked up.

Just then, a raindrop landed on her head and soaked in. She carefully touched her head, looking hesitant, and then suddenly shouted loudly.

"It's raining, it's raining..."

The sounds grew louder and louder, and then they ran straight out. Aunt Hu was the first to react. She stumbled to her feet and swayed as she rushed towards the door.

One drop, two drops... Soon, it started to fall heavily, the rain getting heavier and heavier, hitting the people of Xiongyou Village.

Shouting, crying, desperately trying to catch the water with their hands, tilting their heads up and opening their mouths, cherishing every drop of rain.

Xiong Yiyi jumped and danced with joy, then suddenly shouted, "This must be a miracle from the God of Wealth! He must have heard my prayers!"

He really came. Thank you, Almighty God, thank you for the rain. I, Xiong Yi, will keep my promise and serve you for the rest of my life.

He then knelt down respectfully and offered his prayers to the temple of the God of Wealth.

Upon hearing Xiong Yiyi's words, the other villagers of Xiongyou Village knelt down and kowtowed in respect.

Such a grand gift, especially Xiong Yiyi's words, startled Chen Fusheng, who was hiding behind the statue of the God of Wealth.

However, looking at the crowd cheering in the rain, Chen Fusheng also showed a hint of satisfaction and made a few more hand seals towards the sky.

He then took out a storage bag from his person, opened it, took out the food he had prepared in advance, and quietly placed it in front of the statue of the God of Wealth.

As they slowly retreated towards the edge of the village, Chen Fusheng suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.

A dragon's roar echoed from the sky, and the dark clouds that Chen Fusheng had painstakingly gathered were instantly dispersed, and the rain gradually subsided.

Chen Fusheng's face darkened with anger, and he roared into the distance, "You monster, how dare you?"

He hurriedly cast several more hand seals at the dark clouds to maintain the original state.

His figure darted towards the direction of the dragon's roar, and with three flashes, he appeared on the East China Sea. At this moment, Chen Fusheng had transformed into the Faceless God of Wealth.

He took out the God of Wealth Seal, and his primordial spirit activated his primordial spirit. The incense inside the seal quickly turned into fuel, forming wisps of divine power that surged into the God of Wealth Seal.

Driven by divine power, the God of Wealth Seal transformed directly into a small building of about ten stories.

Chen Fusheng roared in fury and slammed the giant seal into the sea. With a loud "boom," thousands of waves surged up.

"Ow~"

With a scream, a black dragon was smashed out of the sea. It was this dragon that had just used its supernatural powers to stop Chen Fusheng from bringing rain.

"You audacious scoundrel, how dare you injure me, a god! Do you know that I am a fifth-rank rain-bringing official appointed by the Heavenly Court? Where did you come from, you wild god, to dare to strike a Heavenly Court official? Do you have a death wish?"

The black dragon twisted its body repeatedly, its blood mixed with a few scales falling into the sea. Its eyes were filled with rage as it stared intently at Chen Fusheng.

Upon hearing this, Chen Fusheng's heart sank. He hadn't expected to stumble upon the right person by sheer luck.

He quickly activated the God of Wealth Seal, unleashing its full power, and slammed it down hard on the black dragon. It felt amazing.

If one strike wasn't enough, he'd try two. He used force to subdue the enemy, and finally, the black dragon was defeated. Chen Fusheng skillfully froze it, deliberately stirred the surface of the sea to clear his mind, and quickly left.