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Inside the Three Pure Ones Hall, several Daoist priests, under the command of Taoist Jing Xuan, were settling the villagers.
The TV station's reporter brought the cameraman over to Qin Hao's side.
"Hello, Heavenly Master, my name is Li Yangyang. I came from the capital more than twenty days ago to interview you, but it happened to be during your seclusion, and I wonder if I could trouble you for a few minutes now. We have some questions we'd like to ask you!"
Qin Hao heard the voice and turned back, looking at the reporter standing beside him.
The reporter looked at him with eager anticipation.
Qin Hao said, "Sure, ask whatever questions you have."
One must give some face to a reporter's interview.
Qin Hao asked a Daoist to bring over two chairs, so he could sit down with the reporter and talk.
The reporter said, "Heavenly Master, it's like this. A month ago, a video about you using Thunder Spells to defeat the Tiger Shark Live Platform influencer Zhou Yuanpeng was circulated online. Is that real? Many netizens on the internet are now saying that you are a cultivator. What's your take on that?"
Qin Hao said, "Regarding Thunder Spells, all I can say is that they are indeed real, but everyone shouldn't be too superstitious about them.
In layman's terms, they're just small tricks to scare people, fundamentally no different than street magicians in the market performing acts like crushing a large stone against their chest.
Plus, Thunder Spells have a scientific basis. As is commonly known, the generation of lightning in nature is due to the discharge phenomenon caused by friction and collision among clouds.
The principle of Thunder Spells is not much different from this, so I personally think that we should all believe in science! As for being a cultivator, that's even more of an unfounded claim. How could an ordinary person like me possibly cultivate immortality?"
Qin Hao spoke slowly.
At this moment, the live stream was bustling with comments.
"Wow, the Heavenly Master speaks so well! Saying Thunder Spells are just small tricks for scaring people but with a flick of the wrist, he can cut through a wooden plaque in the air. You call that a small trick?"
"If Zhou Yuanpeng could see this interview, he would be dumbfounded! Zhou Yuanpeng: When you split me with that Hand Palm Thunder that day, you didn't say that!"
"Street magicians must be thinking: what virtue or ability do I have? Are street performance stone-breaking and the Green Cloud Mountain Thunder Technique the same thing?"
"Here's a joke: Ajay says Dragon Country's shield machines are essentially the same as our country's shovels!"
"Hahaha! Thanks, already laughing!"
"Those street magicians can't wait to label themselves as demi-immortals, trying their best to deceive the public into believing they have divine powers, while the Heavenly Master, always talking about believing in science, refuses to admit he's someone who cultivates immortality. That's the difference!"
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Back in the Three Pure Ones Hall, the reporter asked another question: "So, Heavenly Master, do you really have a way to deal with this fierce rainstorm in Longguang City? After all, according to the Meteorological Bureau's report, this rainstorm is expected to last at least another ten days!"
The reporter posed this question.
After all, just before Qin Hao had assured the villagers, promising he would take care of the rain.
The reporter was also curious about where Qin Hao's confidence came from.
Could he be more knowledgeable than the Meteorological Bureau?
Could he even change the laws of nature?
Qin Hao glanced at the reporter and said, "Well... to be honest, I don't have a hundred percent certainty either. I can only say, let's give it a try, right? What if it works?"
Qin Hao gave a vague answer.
He did not give a straight response.
Which drove the reporter to scratch his head in frustration.
Is that even considered an answer?
Just as the reporter was about to ask for more details.
Qin Hao had already stood up, saying, "Alright, comrade reporter, the interview is pretty much done. I've said all there is to say, and look at all these villagers waiting here. Let's not delay everyone too much, shall we? Let's take care of the rain first."
Having said that,
Even if the reporter wanted to ask a few more questions, he turned his head and looked at the expressions of the nearby villagers.
At this moment, those hundred or so villagers were already looking impatiently at the reporter.
Each villager thought: Who is this stupid reporter? Harassing the Heavenly Master with questions, isn't it enough already? Is stopping the rain not more important than your questions?
Some village heads were already considering whether to lift the reporter out and send him on his way.
With the villagers' stern gazes upon him, the reporter chuckled twice and didn't dare to ask further questions.
The will of the people is not to be defied!
Now rid of the reporter's continued questions,
Qin Hao walked to the main entrance of the Three Pure Ones Hall.
He looked at the rain pouring outside.
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The rain continued to pour, just as before, unrelenting as if it were a deluge cascading from a waterfall.
Going on like this, if it continued for another half a month, who knows how many more people in Longguang City would lose their lives.
Who knows how many families within Longguang City would be torn apart by this disaster.
With that glance, Qin Hao looked towards the heavens, as if seeing the suffering of the common people.
He stretched out a hand beyond the eaves.
To catch the rain from the sky.
Then, Qin Hao beckoned with his hand.
The Daoist attendant by his side understood immediately and promptly brought over the Heavenly Master Sword.
Qin Hao took the Heavenly Master Sword.
And began the ritual.
All could see Qin Hao stepping with the Eight Diagrams Cloud Steps, took in a deep breath and, in the blink of an eye, had entered into the midst of the heavy rain.
At this moment, above the Taoist Temple of Qingyun Mountain, the sky gathered dark clouds, with Thunder Clouds rolling above.
Countless flashes of lightning appeared from time to time, accompanied by the torrential rain.
The atmosphere outside the Three Pure Ones Hall was suffocating, almost too much to bear.
The oppressive feeling was at its peak.
In the midst of the heavy rain, only Qin Hao moved alone, stepping through the rain with practiced steps.
Inside the Taoist courtyard, Qin Hao moved with the Eight Diagrams Cloud Steps, all while chanting spells.
"Golden to Jade, clouds of heaven disperse."
"Sparkling Mars descends with grace, rain dust now quiet and still."
"Manage the flow of time, swift as the moon's own chase."
"Flowing Fire Bright, Stop Water and Remove Disasters."
"With my Divine Sword, wind and clouds, retreat and disband!"
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Qin Hao chanted the spell with the tone of Five Thunders Primordial Sound.
An endless stream of True Yuan surged out of his body.
Throughout the Taoist courtyard, the rumbling of thunder echoed, shaking the eight directions, reaching down to the Underworld, up through the blue dome of heaven.
In the rain, Qin Hao took eight steps; from the third step on, he seemed to step into voidness.
With this step, it was as if Qin Hao's feet touched the void itself, ascending towards heaven.
After completing the eight steps, Qin Hao drew the Heavenly Master Sword and pointed it at the sky.
The Divine Sword was drawn, and a brilliant golden light shot up to the firmament.
The next second, above the heavens, the thunder receded.
Qin Hao pointed with the sword tip, and the wind and clouds dissipated.
Moments before, the rain had been pouring like the Yangtze River flowing in reverse.
But now, it stopped as abruptly as if the Yellow River's floodgates had been closed.
The clouds parted, and rays of sunlight pierced through, shining down.
Golden sunlight illuminated Qin Hao's purple Heavenly Immortal Cave Clothes, truly like a Heavenly Venerate descended to earth, to relieve suffering and hardship.
At this moment, everyone inside the Three Pure Ones Hall was left speechless.
Even the reporter had forgotten she was still broadcasting live news.
All looked at Qin Hao with eyes filled with shock.
For the sight of commanding the rain and dispersing the clouds with the Divine Sword had brought an overwhelmingly terrifying visual impact.
For a time, these villagers and onlookers' brains had crashed.
The tumultuousness in their hearts could not be calmed for a long time.
It was only after a while that Qin Hao put away the Heavenly Master Sword and walked down from the void.
In the live broadcast room, an audience member was the first to come to their senses.
And exclaimed, "Holy shit!"