Thousand Rain Grand Rite

The carriage slowly came to a stop before a ferry crossing.

Jiang Yuechu stepped out of the carriage and stood upon the damp wooden dock.

Before her eyes—

Isolated islets lay scattered like stars across a board, while damp water vapor rushed at her face, carrying a bone-piercing chill.

Dense clusters of wooden boats, painted pleasure craft, and black-canopied vessels crowded the water's surface.

Ordinary folk carried loads on shoulder poles and pushed carts, bringing their entire families along.

Rogue Cultivators gathered in twos and threes, their expressions brimming with excitement.

These utterly different crowds were now all surging expectantly toward the boats.

"What are you shoving for?! If you delay me from going to the Water Marsh Sect's Thousand Rain Grand Rite, I'll have your life!"

A brawny Rogue Cultivator roared, shoving aside an old man standing in his way.

The old man did not dare get angry. He repeatedly cupped his hands and bowed in apology. "Please quell your anger, Immortal Master, please quell your anger. This old one will move aside at once. This old one is also in a hurry to take his gravely ill grandson to beg the Water Marsh Sect for medicine."

Hearing this, the brawny Rogue Cultivator snorted coldly. "The Water Marsh Sect only opens its gates once every hundred years to distribute Jade Marsh Nectar. There isn't even enough for us cultivators—when would it ever be the turn of mere mortals like you to enjoy it?"

The moment those words fell—

The ordinary folk pushing carts and carrying loads nearby all stopped what they were doing, countless gazes snapping in unison toward the Rogue Cultivator.

Yet due to his status as a cultivator—

No matter how much fury burned in their hearts, no one dared truly speak up and rebuke him.

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