Chapter 280
[Master, mortals' souls are just too weak. I was already very careful when searching his soul, but in the end, this Wu Lao'er still couldn't handle it and was turned into an idiot.]
The system's voice sounded a bit downcast. Its data had only connected to Wu Lao'er's brain for half a minute before his cranial nerves couldn't take it and collapsed.
"Little Zhu, mortals are fragile, you can't be blamed for this. Did you get the information?"
[I got it, I got it. This guy truly is Feng Yang's trusted aide, he knows quite a lot. I've compiled it all into a document and placed it on Wei Ping and Cai Xian's desks.]
Hearing this, Wei Ping and Cai Xian felt greatly reassured, but thinking about the Divine Artifact's miraculously skillful so-called soul searching, their hearts were filled with shock and dread.
People like them had quite a few secrets, many of which could not be exposed to the light of day.
If one day they accidentally angered these two ancestors, and the Young Master gave an order for the Divine Artifact to search their souls!
Then what face would they have left to live in this world? Even if they became idiots...
Yue Fuguang: That's called social death. It's equivalent to someone dying before they could delete the study materials on their computer, and having their acquaintances find out about it!
Everyone was trembling with fear, yet they could hardly conceal their curiosity.
What useful information could the Divine Artifact actually obtain from Wu Lao'er through this so-called soul searching?
At the table for the younger generation, they were scratching their heads in anxiety, pushing and poking each other. Wei Yan and Huo Sui were unanimously pushed forward by their brothers.
Who asked their fathers to be the only ones from whom they could fish out a little information!
As a result, a few tails were added behind the carriage on the journey back.
Yue Fuguang didn't care what her second brother and his playboy friends wanted to do. Since she was out of the city, she wanted to take care of another matter along the way.
So she deliberately asked, "Little Zhu, if we go a few more miles ahead, can we reach the Imperial Manor by turning a corner?"
When Emperor Mingxi, Huo Ying, and the others chose the location of the new recruit camp near the Imperial Manor, they had indeed harbored the intention that having a garrison nearby would allow the military to promptly come to the rescue if anything happened to the manor.
[Master, go three more miles ahead, turn the corner, and walk another mile. There is a fork in the road there, and turning into it leads to the Imperial Manor. Why do you ask this, Master? Do you want to go see how the new crops are growing?]
"Since we're already out, should we drop by and cast a spirit rain on the Imperial Manor to boost their yield?"
[Then let's do it, it's not a big deal anyway.]
One spoke lightly and the other answered casually, completely unaware of how excited the people following behind them were at this moment.
Everyone: Blessed by the Immortal Lord and the Divine Artifact, we actually managed to run into such a good thing!
Wei Ping and the others rolled their eyes, wondering what their Emperor would think if he knew.
Since it happened so suddenly, they didn't have any suitable tools to catch the rainwater.
Though they thought this, everyone still couldn't help but look at the small teacups and teapot on the low table in the carriage.
Holding this delicate tea set, for the first time, they felt that sometimes things that were too exquisite were truly impractical!
Following behind the carriage, Yu Boming and the others, who were originally swaying on their horses, suddenly sat up straight.
The slight guilt they had for tagging along vanished in an instant.
If they could get drenched in this rain, even if they had to turn around and head back to camp right after, this trip out would be worth it!
Thus, after Yue Fuguang proposed taking a different route back, it was passed unanimously, and the convoy smoothly turned into the fork leading to the Imperial Manor.
[Master, are you going to get out of the carriage and enter the Imperial Manor later?]
"No need for such trouble. We can just spread the clouds and bring the rain as we travel."
At this time, they were less than a mile away from the Imperial Manor. As Yue Fuguang's words fell, the originally bright sunlight was suddenly covered by patches of shadows.
The previously bright sky suddenly grew dim.
The gentle breeze that had been blowing softly against them suddenly intensified without warning, as if coming from all directions.
The people who had long since climbed out of the carriage and were sitting on the shafts, ready to be rained on, had their robes blown up like balloons by the wind.
They all looked up at the sky in unison. At this moment, the dark clouds hung so low that it seemed they could be touched just by reaching out a hand.
The wind grew stronger, and the dark clouds accumulated more and more, slowly turning from gray to black.
[Look, Master, doesn't this scene look like the weather is suddenly changing and it's about to rain?]
Yue Fuguang praised generously, "Little Zhu did a great job. This way, no one will suspect that this rain came about strangely!"
Hearing the conversation between these two ancestors, the corners of everyone's mouths couldn't help but twitch.
No wonder this time the rain, compared to the last time, had such a long and dramatic build-up. It turned out they were guarding against them!
Meanwhile, Yu Chongshan stroked his slowly darkening beard, laughing heartily. Sitting opposite him, Yu Shuchun saw his old man's smug expression and also smiled silently.
Turning around to look back, although there were rows of carriages blocking the view and he couldn't see anything, it didn't stop him from knowing that those few brats were still following behind.
Yu Shuchun couldn't help but laugh softly and scold, "Those stinky brats actually have pretty good luck!"
Wei Ping, Huo Ying, and Cai Xian shared the same thought. They were very curious about how the injuries on those three boys would fare after being drenched in the rainwater.
Why were they looking forward to the arrival of this rain more and more!
Perhaps those two ancestors felt that it had brewed long enough and the time was ripe. When they passed by the Imperial Manor, barely half a mile away, the wind finally brought threads of rain.
At first, it was just sporadic, tentative drops, leaving dark marks the size of copper coins on the dusty road.
In just a few breaths, those marks connected into patches.
The wispy rain mist slowly turned into long, slanted silver threads. Finally, billions of silver threads intertwined, becoming transparent raindrops of various sizes.
The rustling sound rapidly swelled into a crashing roar, and a vast white curtain of rain was erected between heaven and earth, blurring the outlines of the surrounding people, carriages, horses, and roadside trees.
The increase in the rain's intensity didn't seem gradual; it was more like a dam bursting after accumulation. One could only say that this rain very much suited the style of the Divine Artifact!
In the entire convoy, aside from Yue Fuguang, who was still resting comfortably in the carriage, leisurely watching the swaying scenery in the wind and rain, everyone else was thoroughly drenched, turning into happy drowned rats.
At first, everyone only felt a few traces of coolness brushing against their faces, carrying a fresh, earthy scent.
Soon, the coolness turned into a heavy pounding. The wind swept in the raindrops, and the air suddenly grew cold. Yet, the cold rain that should have been hitting their bodies inexplicably gave them a strange sensation of being enveloped in a hot spring.
This feeling was especially pronounced for people like Huo Ying, who had hidden injuries, and the three partners in crime trailing behind.
They couldn't help but twist their waists. Waves of itchiness spread from their backs to their bottoms. Yu Boming and the others, who didn't look particularly bright, couldn't help but scratch their heads, were they about to grow some brains?!
"Chunying, Liu Wei, do you want to come into the carriage to hide from the rain?"
Yue Fuguang put on a full show, pretending to politely ask the two girls among the guards. As for her cousin and the others, she didn't even bother to pretend.
Shen Chunying wiped the rainwater from her face and smiled, "My Lord, we're fine, you don't need to worry about us."
Liu Wei also looked at her with starry eyes and said, "My Lord, it feels so comfortable to be drenched in this rain! Spring rain is as precious as oil, we wouldn't want to miss out on such rare, wonderful rain."
Yue Fuguang nodded and didn't try to persuade them further. After all, she was just putting on an act.