She became a god

In any case, Di Zixuan's death was a good thing for Lin Jingchuan and Yuantong.

A vow that is not fulfilled is naturally invalid.

Yuantong and the others wanted to thank Wen Xichun, but they saw her frown and ask, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Only then did the two realize that after these two fierce battles, the sky was already turning a pale white.

Without saying another word, he hurried down the mountain and saw a cluster of torches in the distance; it turned out to be the prefect himself.

Where is Officer Chen?

"He died in battle while escorting us. Please accept our condolences. Fortunately, we obtained the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng."

The prefect stroked his beard and sighed, then looked steadily at Lin Jingchuan, "Scholar Zhou seems to be a little different."

"I know that I have committed many sins in the past. I am grateful for the mercy of Lady Zhaoji and the appreciation of the master. I will definitely repent and start anew."

As he spoke, Lin Jingchuan secretly slipped a bag of gold leaves into the prefect's arms.

This smooth and sophisticated demeanor is the true Lin Jingchuan, the young master of the Lin family!

Lin Jingchuan's previous recklessness and impulsiveness may have been merely a way to lower his guard.

Yuan Tong clearly saw that when Lin Jingchuan was being held hostage by the guards, he was tightly clutching a large handful of Heavenly Thunder Talismans under his sleeve.

It's not that only Ye Mengying can bring items to this other world; everyone can bring certain items.

However... neither he nor Lin Jingchuan were completely honest with each other.

Yuantong thought that everyone was actually pretending, it was just a matter of how long they pretended and how well they acted.

"Madam, why don't you quickly thank the Prefect?"

Yuantong still couldn't quite adjust to being a woman, but to avoid any mishaps, he still performed a bow based on his memory.

Lin Jingchuan held his hand, and his demeanor and behavior were much more natural than his.

Yuantong thought that Lin Jingchuan could go and perform in operas.

After Lin Jingchuan's smooth talk and flattery, the prefect allowed them to return to the city by carriage.

Because of the dry land, the official road was not smooth. In the midst of the bumpy ride, Yuantong thought of Wenxichun, the female cultivator who was not good at speaking.

Where will Wenxi Spring Festival be held?

Why is she leaving with Lin Jingchuan? What is she planning to do if she stays behind?

Di Zixuan's greatest skill lies in talisman making. Is Wen Xichun perhaps trying to plunder his treasures?

Wen Xichun was indeed searching for Di Zixuan's body, and she didn't spare the other seven guards either.

Her childhood experiences made her understand the importance of resources better than any other cultivator, and she would naturally not let go of anything useful from the dead.

She looted a bag of gold and silver jewelry, some hidden weapons, and several porcelain bottles.

Di Zixuan didn't bring any talismans?

This is impossible!

Wen Xichun looked at Di Zixuan, whom she had stripped bare, and fell into deep thought.

Her gaze finally settled on Di Zixuan's right hand, which was still holding a gun, with distinct knuckles and six fingers.

Without hesitation, Wen Xichun broke off the extra six fingers. Instead of the expected flow of blood, she found a rather strange key.

Wen Xichun then broke his jade hairpin, and a piece of Xuan paper with a map drawn on it slowly floated out.

A slight smile appeared on her face, which was always shrouded in coldness. The talismans she had hidden away were either very precious or numerous.

She'll probably earn even more from this vote.

The Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng has been delivered to Qinghe, and the sacrificial ceremony should be about to begin.

Will Lady Zhaoji, who is said to be able to summon wind and rain, be able to fulfill her long-cherished wish?

She disguised herself as a commoner, paid a few coins, and entered the city.

Most of the teahouses and entertainment venues in the city were closed.

Occasionally, you can see some pedestrians, all of whom look travel-worn.

It wasn't until several large drums sounded outside the Qinghe Prefectural Government Office that the people surged forward, following the sound.

"Fellow villagers, Zhou Changsheng and Shui Lian have brought back the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng. Without further ado, I have decided to hold the sacrificial ceremony at 5 PM today. Does anyone have any objections?"

The materials for the sacrificial ceremony had been prepared well in advance.

The people of Qinghe County couldn't wait to receive Lady Zhaoji's forgiveness. They would only think that the hour of You (5-7 PM) mentioned by the prefect was too late, not too late.

During the first divine sacrifice, Wen Xichun's original form was sent to another place on business and was not present.

The heartfelt joy and anticipation of the people of Qinghe County made her curious about just how powerful Lady Zhaoji really was.

As Wen Xichun gradually left with the dispersing crowd, she seemed to hear Ye Qingzhou's voice in a daze.

Wen Xichun had excellent hearing, and after listening again, she realized it wasn't true.

Wen Xichun wanted to find the owner of the voice, but could only see the figures of ordinary people dressed in coarse clothes.

Wen Xichun knew that finding the woman whose voice sounded so much like Ye Qingzhou among thousands of people was like finding a needle in a haystack.

After another half-cup of tea, she chose to walk towards the City God Temple on the outskirts of the city.

Not long after she left, two women came out arm in arm.

“Ah Ying, I told you not to come. Look, your clothes are all wrinkled.”

"Xian'er, watching the excitement from upstairs is ultimately different from experiencing it in person."

Over these days, Ye Qingzhou has come to understand Princess Huaining, Qi Zhanying, quite well. She is ambitious, righteous, and has long regarded the people as her own subjects.

Ye Qingzhou thought she would be a good emperor.

Upon returning to a private residence in Huaining, Ye Qingzhou discovered a food item on the table that resembled a clod of earth.

It was a dish of potatoes made by stir-frying Guanyin clay mixed with flour, also known as fried potatoes.

"Stir-fried rice cake was originally a delicacy developed by people in the northern mountainous areas to survive during years of famine. Now it has spread to Qinghe County, which shows how difficult the lives of the people are."

Huaining was heartbroken. After saying that, he picked up a few pieces of fried rice and put them in his mouth.

Upon seeing this, Ye Qingzhou exclaimed, "No, you must spit it out!"

Huaining gently stroked her beloved's anxious face and comforted her, "If the common people can eat, then I can eat too."

Ye Qingzhou, however, did not think so, even though many people in later generations regarded fried rice as a delicacy.

However, the fried rice noodles of later generations have a low proportion of Guanyin powder and contain a lot of eggs, flour and seasonings, making them delicious and easy to digest.

With the disaster in Qinghe County so severe, it's likely that Guanyin clay accounts for half of the fried rice. Qi Zhanying is, after all, a member of the royal family, and his stomach and spleen are no match for those of ordinary people. What should be done if he gets bloated because of Guanyin clay and there's no gastric lavage surgery available?

“I know you feel sorry for the suffering of the people, Ah Ying, but if you fall first, there will be no one to do what you want to do for you.”

Huaining listened and didn't touch the plate of fried rice anymore.

The reason they came to Qinghe was because Huaining still hoped that Lady Zhaoji would bless the Great Yan with good weather and abundant harvests.

Ye Qingzhou smiled helplessly in a corner where no one was paying attention. Behind Zhao Ji's blessing was an equivalent sacrifice.

At dusk, countless people from Qinghe County surrounded the altar, raising their arms and shouting, "May Lady Zhaoji protect Qinghe County!"

The Nine-Bend Spiritual Ginseng was placed on the desk. The prefect bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, while the people knelt for a long time, only praying for Lady Zhaoji to show her power.