Yang Qinglan glanced at him.

"Thud!" Wu Hao fell backward, stabilizing his body only by plunging his sword into the deck.

He looked as though he was hanging off a cliff, legs flailing as he tightly grasped the sword embedded in the deck.

Commander Huang Ting, with a swoosh of wind sound, hurled a desk toward the three of them.

Yang Qinglan, without even looking, pointed her finger and froze everything, including the desk and the person, into ice.

The sky darkened, and the flames on Li Qianxia's body cast everyone's shadows on the cabin walls, flickering unsteadily.

No one dared to draw their sword again.

This was not about outnumbering the other, the opponent actually knew Demonic Magic or shall we say Immortal Technique!

"Prince Zheng, do you believe now?" Li Changzhou said, smiling, his sleeves fluttering.

Just then, everyone realized something: entering from the outside was Huang An, soaked through; however, the three of them did not have even a strand of hair wet.

"Please sit!" Zheng Chenggong spoke, "Everyone, sit down, and put away your swords."

Yang Qinglan put away "Attract And Repel" and melted the ice, and Wu Hao and Huang Ting withdrew, their hearts still in fright.

Li Qianxia also put away her flames.

After some pleasantries, Zheng Chenggong did not inquire about their standard of living on Penglai Island, but instead directly asked, "Since you three Immortals have come to help me, what guidance do you have?"

His thought was simple, whether it was a foreigner's gun or a Ming Dynasty gun, or whether or not it was an Immortal, as long as you could really help, you were a good gun, an Immortal.

What guidance could Li Changzhou provide?

He, a second-year law student, was either bullying his sister, mutually warning each other to send a lawyer's letter, or in the Game of Value, beheading others and committing misdeeds.

"What troubles do you currently face, Prince Zheng?" he asked.

"We are short of food."

No way around it.

The Elixir Pills, had they not been sold to the Special Warfare Bureau, might have lasted a while longer.

"A trifle, anything else?"

"For days now, gales and heavy rains shrouded in fog have hit us, making our fleet unable to leave the harbor."

"Simple," Li Changzhou finally felt confident, "Does Prince Zheng know how the world's weather comes about?"

"I do not."

"I once listened to teachings under Gu She Fairy, and she said—when the Yang Qi stirs, it becomes wind; when the Yin Qi gathers, it becomes rain; when Yin Yang Qi clashes, it turns into thunder; dominance of Yang Qi dispels and becomes dew; dominance of Yin Qi gathers and becomes frost and snow."

Li Qianxia pursed her lips tightly, her eyes swirling.

Soon, her attention was drawn to these ancient people in front of her, dressed in cotton-like clothes and indeed wearing swords at their waists, oh, their hair was so greasy—phew, she finally managed to suppress her laughter.

She continued to listen to her older brother spout nonsense.

"...all phenomena are merely transformations of Yin Yang and interplay of the Five Elements. If I shift the Five Elements and balance the Yin Yang, the storm will naturally cease."

"What?!" The soldiers gasped in unison.

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms" had Zhuge Liang borrowing the eastern wind which was already exaggerative enough, and here was this unheard-of foreign practitioner daring to say he could dispel the wind and scatter the rain!

"Really?" Zheng Chenggong leaned forward, unable to help but ask.

"Would I deceive you?" Li Changzhou laughed as he rose to his feet, "It's better to act than to speak, Prince Zheng, please follow me."

He, along with Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia, headed outside, and everyone hurriedly got up to follow.

"Your Excellency, be careful," Wu Hao whispered to Zheng Chenggong as he moved closer.

"No worries!" Zheng Chenggong pressed down on the sword at his waist and strode out.

Once they stepped out of the cabin, the heavy rain fell relentlessly, the sharp pain stinging their faces, and the storm made it difficult to stand.

Penghu was tumultuous with wind and rain, and the moisture filled the air, obscuring even the people nearby.

Zheng Chenggong's original plan was to have all warships linked by iron chains, and despite the storm and fog, they would march towards Treasure Island!

But suddenly, this self-proclaimed Dharma King of the East Sea from Penglai Island dared to claim that he could clear the clouds and disperse the rain.

"Where are those people?" Zheng Chenggong suddenly heard the shout of Official Yang Ying.

He looked around, but indeed he could not see the three figures.

"Trouble!" Yang Chaodong shouted loudly, shielding Zheng Chenggong, "Protect His Excellency, they might be assassins!"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Everyone drew their swords, the left hand holding a fire gun, surrounding Zheng Chenggong in the middle, their expressions taut and eyes sharp.

The storm caused their cotton armor to flutter wildly.

Li Changzhou didn't know if it was sweat or rainwater that streamed into his eyes, both sour and painful.

Boom!

Lightning suddenly cleaved through the sky, turning the world a shade of blue and purple.

"Get inside!" Amidst the thunderstorm, it was unclear who was roaring wildly, sounding like the groan of a mosquito.

The crowd protected Zheng Chenggong, moving step by step toward the cabin.

Zheng Chenggong was ushered forward by his men, tilting his head up to face the heavy rain, looking towards the darkened sky.

Boom!

Another thunderbolt that could shatter heaven and earth exploded, as if it might burst one's eardrums.

In the dazzling lightning, Zheng Chenggong suddenly caught sight of a massive figure, twisting like a dragon.

The rain stopped abruptly, as if someone had turned off a shower, the storm quickly slowed, and the fog melted into the void, revealing an endless blue sky.

"Who draws the sword qi that startles the frost and snow, within the light a dragon faintly flies. Among all beneath the heavens who claim greatness, only I am the True Dragon,"

Li Changzhou, with his hands clasped behind his back, his robes flowing, slowly stepped down from the void.

Drip-drip... The raindrops fell from everyone's cloth armor, and all was silent.

The spring sun spread across the Earth, now a disbanded storm, gently blowing in from the sea, and Penghu was a picture of tranquility and ease.

The recent gale and heavy rain seemed like a dream.

Li Changzhou landed on the deck, smiling at Zheng Chenggong and the others, who were still stunned and hadn't come to their senses.

His strength now was terrifyingly powerful, yet he had no ability to turn skies and alter lands.

The moment he stepped out of the cabin, he and Yang Qinglan became united in Yin Yang, transforming into the Chaos Giant Python. As for how to Call the Wind and Summon the Rain, that was Yang Qinglan's task.

Indeed, Li Changzhou wasn't clear on what exactly had happened just now, it felt like he had been on a Ferris wheel.

He was just a brash man with the strength of 'hating the sky without handles, hating the earth without rings,' and his martial arts talent was as high as Mount Everest, but to expect him to raise a small wind or a gentle rain was less likely than to hope for a barren tree to bloom, a mountain to flatten, heaven and earth to unite, thunder in winter, snow in summer.

"When the mountains flatten and the river runs dry, when thunder roars in winter and it snows in summer, when heaven and earth unite, only then will I dare to part with you," from the Han Dynasty's "Shang Ye," not "My Fair Princess" — Miss Yang corrected Li Qianxia's original words.

Zheng Chenggong pushed his subordinates aside and quickly stepped forward, holding his fists in salute to Li Changzhou.

"Immortal Master, please save the Great Ming from fire and water, and expel the invaders!"

...Hmm?

Wasn't he supposed to be recovering Treasure Island?

Li Qianxia, standing at the bow alongside Yang Qinglan, shook her head and sighed, "With great power comes great responsibility."

Make no mistake, she was simply delighting in the misfortune.

"No." Li Changzhou immediately refused.

"Why?" Zheng Chenggong looked up, his tone almost demanding, "Immortal Master possesses the power to traverse heaven and earth and holds the heart to assist me, why are you reluctant to save the Great Ming?!"

"My Dharma name is 'East Sea Dharma King', not 'King of All Under Heaven'; I cannot go onto land,"

"Immortals also have jurisdictions?"

"No, it's just that immortals do not necessarily assume that the rightful ruler of everything under heaven must be the Ming Dynasty," Li Changzhou laughed, appearing utterly detached.

He disregarded the look of disappointment on Zheng Chenggong's face and continued:

"'Ignore all distractions, embrace the spirit in stillness, your form will naturally correct itself. Be still and be clear, no toil upon your form, no disturbance upon your spirit, then you may achieve immortality', I left the island to help you, and that was already in consideration of the favor that Gu She Fairy showed me years ago by guiding me on the path of immortal cultivation, do not wish for unattainable things."

At this time, Zheng Chenggong's subordinates finally snapped back to reality, leaning over in both shock and fear.

Li Changzhou looked indifferent, but his gaze carefully scrutinized these people.

Who could tell if any players might be mixed in among them?

The situation was still manageable with white cards, most likely adhering to the historical stream, aiding Zheng Chenggong in recovering Treasure Island. If it were black cards, they might indeed resort to underhanded tactics.

This time, the change of heaven and earth— done by Yang Qinglan, was also to intimidate these people.

Everyone now avoided his gaze, and for the moment, it was not clear if anyone was amiss.

Zheng Chenggong pleaded repeatedly, and Li Changzhou remained silent, ultimately leaving the task of overthrowing the Qing and restoring the Ming to be abandoned.

Everyone returned to the cabin, and Zheng Chenggong eagerly asked, "Immortal Master, in this upcoming battle with the Dutch to recover Treasure Island, what are my chances of victory?"

"Holland is only as big as the palm of a hand, a cloud passes over and the whole country rains, known for its ruthlessness, and committing all kinds of atrocities, yet these people also have their strengths."

"The Dutch in Europe rely on their shipbuilding skills to dominate far and wide, known as 'carriers of the sea', and they are not afraid of hardships, enduring thousands of difficulties to come from Europe, thousands of miles away, to the East to make their fortune."

"Sturdy ships and powerful guns mean little; your ships are barely adequate. Prince Zheng, as long as you possess their fearless, face adversity head-on spirit, the Dutch are as easy to dispel as a wave of your hand, and Treasure Island is yours for the taking."

"As for natural disasters, leave them all to me."

So don't bother me about trivial matters like lacking food.

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