Before leaving the Southern Wasteland, Bai Yujun helped Cloud Remote Ancient Village and its affiliated smaller villages regulate their rainfall and mountain springs.
Where there was too much rain, she drove away the rain clouds; she regulated the mountain ranges where the terraced fields lay, preventing heavy rains from destroying them; she guided mountain waters that might burst into flash floods back into the river valleys. Using her innate gift, she brought blessings to the mountain folk who worshipped her, protecting the magnificent terraced fields upon which countless Southern Wasteland villagers depended for survival, nourishing the rice shoots to ensure a bountiful harvest.
Spells did not necessarily have to be used for murder and arson. The heavens had granted you power; using it merely to fight for fame and profit was far too shallow.
No matter whether one wielded metal, wood, water, fire, or earth spells, all could be used for good. Killing and fighting, snatching resources, scheming against one another—after all that calculation, no one had truly become immortal. Years later, none could escape the fate of becoming a handful of yellow earth. Why bother?
A certain snake had an exceptionally good mindset.
A snake's life was long, yet she could not escape the five-hundred-year destiny. Since that was the case, would it not be better to take things easy? When facing a powerful enemy, she could burrow into an underground river, or find somewhere to lie low until the enemy retreated, then secretly ruin his feng shui and wreck his ancestral graves. Why fight and kill, hurting harmony? One should cultivate immortality with civility.
In the Nine Li lands, there was no level ground three feet wide and no clear sky for three days; farming was incomparably important.
The busy mountain folk tending the terraced fields saw a