Infinite Professions

Chapter 346 - 180: All Together, Part 2

But that Divine Being ignored them, only striking the wooden table, then the constables stepped forward and dragged the few wailing people down from the court.

In this way...

"Hoo!!!"

Lu Xuan suddenly sat up, only to find himself at home, surrounded by familiar sights, and his wife waking up in the same frightened manner.

"..."

Lu Xuan looked at his wife, and she looked back at him, their eyes meeting each other, both displaying a pale complexion and beads of cold sweat, with evident terror reflected in their eyes.

"Hus-husband, I-I dreamed of the Land God!"

His wife stammered and trembled as she spoke: "Lu Qi and the others, they were, they were cast into the Beast Dao by the Land God, also Huang Wu, he was cast into the Eighteen Layers of Hell, and had his tongue pulled out by little demons in there, reportedly never to reincarnate..."

"Gulp!!!"

Lu Xuan swallowed hard, looking into his wife’s frightened eyes: "I-I dreamed it too!"

"What?"

Although she had a premonition, hearing Lu Xuan personally confirm it, his wife trembled: "So it’s true?"

"..."

Lu Xuan said nothing, only took a deep breath, then forced himself to stand up: "Hurry and dress, the village chief said to harvest all the rice in the fields today!"

...

When Lu Xuan led his wife and family to the village entrance, he found villagers already gathered there, with the fences on both sides replaced by two stone brick walls three meters high.

"Clan Chief!"

As Lu Xuan arrived, before he could speak, several elders from the Lu family pulled him aside.

"Last, last night..."

The elders looked at him, hesitant to speak, visibly uneasy.

Lu Xuan said nothing, merely glanced toward the Huang Family’s direction, noticing Huang Lin had also arrived with his family, looking even more terrified, his forehead soaked with cold sweat that he couldn’t wipe dry.

Without a doubt, he had dreamed it too, or rather, everyone in Little Huang Village had dreamed it.

This was an incredibly shocking event.

As the head of a clan, Lu Xuan knew a bit about divine matters, and entering dreams was not uncommon among them.

But typically, a Land God, Mountain God, or ancestral spirit entering a dream would do so individually, entrusting messages to temple priests, followers, or descendants, and the time would be very short, delivering a few words before quickly departing.

As in last night, where hundreds of villagers gathered to witness Lu Qi and Huang Wu being punished in hell, turning into livestock—such an event was unheard of, at least with a Land God.

This was not something a mere land spirit or small deity could achieve.

But now, he had done it, the Earth God of Little Huang Village had done it!

Without a doubt, this deity possessed Great Power, beyond the ordinary.

Being a smart person, Lu Xuan quickly adjusted his position and mindset, signaling the elders not to speak further, then turning his gaze to the two high walls: "How did these walls come about?"

"They were built last night."

An elder said: "Lu Huan and the others said the village chief led them to fire bricks all night long and had everyone rush to build the walls. By the end of the night, they were completed."

"What?"

Lu Xuan’s face was full of astonishment: "They fired tens of thousands of bricks overnight and even built the walls?"

The elders were also helpless: "Lu Huan said they were assisted by the Land God."

Lu Xuan: "..."

Now he finally understood why Song Wen boldly claimed that a fortress and tower would be built within three days.

So, this was the matter.

Under normal circumstances, three days wouldn’t be enough to build a fortress, much less a mere wall, where the mortar wouldn’t even dry.

But now...

Lu Xuan stepped forward toward the high wall, noticing that the mortar had turned grayish-white, indicating it had dried and solidified, and the wall itself was sturdy, with a smooth surface, not at all looking like it was hastily constructed overnight.

In one night, firing tens of thousands of bricks and using them to build high walls was virtually impossible.

Even with the newly established brick kiln of the Song Family, how could they fire tens of thousands of bricks overnight? Even if they could, there weren’t enough masons in the village to build the walls with those bricks. Could the Yellow Turban Warriors and the power of the Land God also enhance the artisans’ skills?

It was unimaginable, utterly unimaginable!

But not being able to comprehend it was the right outcome.

The means of the Divine Beings are indeed beyond belief!

How it was achieved doesn’t matter; what matters is that it was achieved.

"The Dock Fortress!"

Lu Xuan muttered and then turned to the members of the Lu family: "Don’t just stand here idly, quickly head down and harvest the rice. We, the Lu Family, won’t hold the village back!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Everyone, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly grabbed sickles and rushed out of the village to harvest the rice in the fields.

On the other side, seeing the Lu Family in motion, Huang Lin snapped back too: "Yes, yes, yes, hurry and harvest the rice. If anyone dares to slack off, don’t blame me for being uncompromising as the clan chief."

Both Lu and Huang quickly moved, and needless to say, the Song Family and others of smaller surnames, the entire Little Huang Village was mobilized, engaged in the intense harvest and construction activities.

Meanwhile, within Little Yellow Mountain, in Black Wind Village.

"That Little Huang Village isn’t easy to mess with!"

A middle-aged man, sitting in the leader’s chair, spoke with worry to the two beside him.

"Though they haven’t long since rebuilt, the Song Family has recruited a large number of tenant farmers and long-term workers these years, along with household guards. Now, Little Huang Village has at least several hundred people, with more than half of them being young and strong."

"Moreover, the Song Family is a prominent household from the county, with some connections in the officialdom. If we really slaughter Little Huang Village, causing hundreds of deaths, the Government Office wouldn’t just sit idly by, lazy as they are."

"By then, if the soldiers come to suppress us, what shall we do?"

In these words, the man coldly looked at the two beside him.

"Master Liang, rest assured!"

The one on the left was a middle-aged man with a scholar’s appearance, fair-skinned and beardless, holding a feather fan in his hand, exuding calmness and confidence in the face of questioning by the man: "This time, the three major mountain villages are acting together. Even if Little Huang Village has only a few hundred people, we can easily swallow them, even if there were a thousand!"

"As for the Government Office, Master Liang, you’re aware of how efficient they are; venturing into deep forests and mountains, even if they come in, how long can they persist? They’ve talked about eradicating bandits for years, yet when has this scourge ever ended? Aren’t the Heroes of each village living as they always have?"

"So no need to worry, Master Liang; this venture poses no risk, only benefits!"

The scholar spoke with great eloquence, exuding confidence from every word.

"Easier said than done!"

But Black Wind Village’s chief, Liang Erjiang, wasn’t buying it: "What if we can’t digest it? I heard Little Huang Village’s Land God is quite effective; who knows if there are any connections?"

"Land God?"

"Hehehe!"

The scholar sneered: "If the Land God were of any use, in the past few years, it wouldn’t be Little Huang Village paying respect to Black Wind Village, but the other way around, right, Master Liang?"

"Well..."

Liang Erjiang was momentarily stumped, not knowing how to respond.

The scholar looked at him, leisurely waving the feather fan: "Little Huang Village has hundreds of people, and year after year, they’ve had bountiful harvests, raising countless livestock and accumulating substantial wealth. Pulling off this coup, not only will our brothers feast, but offerings for the Mountain God won’t be a concern. Does Master Liang really pass up such an opportunity?"

"Mountain God?"

Hearing this, Liang Erjiang changed his demeanor immediately, looking at the two before gritting his teeth: "Alright, we can do it, but I can’t promise absolute success. If anything goes awry, don’t blame me if Black Wind Village retreats first."

"Master Liang, rest assured!"

The scholar grinned sinisterly: "This time, our Village Chief has invited the Mountain God to assist. You should be well aware of our chief’s and Mountain God’s capabilities. When Baixi Town had over two thousand people and built a fortress-like turtle shell, what was the result? Was it not toppled by our chief?"

"Chief Wang’s methods, I naturally know!"

Liang Erjiang’s eyes sharpened, then he stood up: "Very well, please have Mr. Li return and tell Chief Wang that Liang Erjiang will follow her lead this time. Just ensure our brothers from Black Wind Village are well-rewarded when it’s over!"

"Rest assured on this, Master Liang."

The scholar smiled, also standing up: "In that case, we shall return to deliver the message."

"Take care, sir!"

"..."