Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 1253 - 752: Savior True Immortal_2

"Hehe."

Ling Su captured the reverence of the crowd in her eyes and looked contentedly at the long line of kneeling figures. As she clenched her five fingers, a faint yellow mist gathered and condensed into a Hundred Tribulations Golden Pill in her palm.

The bountiful harvest had seemingly washed away the displeasure in this True Monarch’s heart, bringing a smile to her face.

But when she caught sight of the young man behind her from the corner of her eye, Ling Su couldn’t help but roll her eyes, as if a fly had found its way into a delectable dish, extremely irksome.

The disciples of Lingxu Cave finally began distributing grain. Each time they grabbed a handful from a small pouch, numerous figures surged forward, crowding the area completely.

Some, worried that their hard-earned handful of Spirit Rice would be snatched away, simply lay on the ground, gulping it down along with dirt. Even when choked, they clutched their throats forcefully, turning blue in the face, rather than spit it out, lest someone else eat it.

The Immortal Master pushed through the crowd, squatted behind this person, and gently patted his back, showing no hint of ridicule. His eyes were full of compassion as he handed the Jade Purification Bottle, personally feeding water to the person.

The man finally caught his breath and looked at the Immortal Master before him. For some reason, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his voice choked with sobs.

He said nothing, only kowtowing forcefully until his forehead was bloodied.

"There’s no need to fight. True Monarch Ling Su went through great hardships to gather enough water and grain for all of you."

The Immortal Master stood up again.

Survival is the instinct of all living beings. Under conditions of lacking food and water, fighting is natural.

Yet, with this light statement, without any interference, the chaotic crowd quickly formed an orderly line and fell silent.

"You’ve trained them well."

Ling Su cast an approving glance at that disciple.

If all went according to plan, with another two or three years of relief aid and a spectacular play using blood to warn the world, the hearts of the people could be secured for millennia.

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A chilling light flashed in Ling Su’s eyes without anyone noticing.

She continued striding towards Heavenly Tower Mountain, to better observe her Dao field.

At that moment, a streak of light suddenly fell from the sky, accompanied by a loud crash. A massive body landed on the mountain, covered in fresh blood, its scales torn off, sinews wrenched away, and the two large horns on its head cut off at the roots.

Evidently, it was a White Dragon, now hideously deformed, on the brink of death, with only the last gasp of life remaining.

Its head was being stepped on.

The young cultivator smiled at Ling Su: "Junior Sister Ling Su, see what I’ve caught."

He reached out, waving a token, with the small characters ’Immortal Department Rain-praying Envoy’ engraved on it.

"This monster dared to bring water and rain to your Dao field privately. Luckily, I passed by and captured it."

For these mortal commoners, water and grain are the most crucial, with water being the primary one.

If there were no drought, they could farm and gather food, reducing the reliance on the Immortals’ Jade Purification Bottles and Lifeless Rice.

Sure enough, Ling Su’s face darkened instantly.

She glared coldly at the White Dragon, then cupped her hands towards the cultivator: "Thank you, Senior Brother Mao Feng."

"..."

The White Dragon’s mouth was full of blood plasma, and its throat had a huge gash sealed with a Spirit Seal. It wasn’t just on the brink of death but also couldn’t speak.

It stared at the three before it with blood-soaked eyes, filled with a desire to devour them whole.

As one of the Rain-praying Envoys of Kaiyuan Prefecture, it had survived the initial invasion but had refused to leave for a long time.

After healing its wounds, it saw the dire suffering of the people.

Witnessing people fighting to the death over a small pot of muddy water, it couldn’t hold back and caused a small rain.

Now captured, it could only blame its misfortune, facing nothing but death.

"Our Chi Yun Cave has always been on good terms with your Lingxu Cave, no need for pleasantries."

Immortal Master Mao Feng waved his hand and then looked at the terrified commoners below.

He spoke in a calm yet powerful voice: "This creature had sinister intentions, disrupted the will of the heavens, and stole the rain that belonged to Kaiyuan Prefecture, causing this drought. Now captured by True Monarch Ling Su, it must be punished!"

With these words.

The White Dragon, ready to meet its death, suddenly became somewhat flustered. Its sinews had been torn out, leaving it to writhe like a maggot, opening its toothless mouth to roar but unable to articulate a word.

However, this mad appearance only made it look even more repulsive.

"..."

The commoners, seeing the White Dragon, no longer felt fear. They were all silent, their eyes filling with bloodlust as they stared directly at the Demon Dragon.

In the next moment, their cries of grief and anger coalesced into a single murderous demand: "Please, Immortal, execute this scum!"

"Roar——"

Under the countless gazes, the White Dragon suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

It gradually ceased its struggle and stared back at the three before it, eyes full of hatred.

Shen Yi quietly matched its gaze.

Even though there were no purple tendrils in its beard, it still reminded him of Zi Yang, the Rain-praying Envoy in Southern Continent.

Shen Yi sometimes didn’t quite understand.

Why would you lose your life over something so meaningless?

For example, after the rain stops, Kaiyuan Prefecture will remain the same, with nothing changing at all.