The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 954 - 524: The Witch Prays for Rain

"The mayor agreed. But after my mother was caught for the Human Sacrifice, he went back on his word and drove me out." Amao said coldly, "If not for us being too young to qualify as sacrifices, the mayor would have offered us too."

She gently asked, "Do the townspeople have no objections to such live sacrifices?"

"What opinions could they have? They’re not the ones dying." Amao sneered coldly, "On the contrary, it’s good for these poor souls in the town to die, not burdening others, and even bringing rain for them. They died well, died with a purpose!" Though his words were indifferent, his eyes revealed a venomous look, clearly harboring deep resentment.

She sighed inwardly. The act of live human sacrifice, not just here, was not uncommon even in ancient Huaxia, from the clan era to the Shang Dynasty, it was always a precedent until the Spring and Autumn Period when Confucianism advocated ’Humanitarianism’ and the trend of Human Sacrifice gradually faded away.

Moreover, she knew that in this mysterious world, mortal lives though as insignificant as grass, were sometimes useful for sacrifices or refining Lifespan Extension Pills. Take Yin Jiu You for example, his cultivation needed to advance and the needed Soul Power is calculated in mortal souls.

And what Amao mentioned was indeed the commonality residing in human hearts. If not sacrificing humans for rain, then the whole town would perish, now just sacrificing a few unlucky ones could save hundreds of lives, how could this bargain not be worthwhile? As for who goes to die, it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not oneself.

She felt curious about how the witch resolved drought. You know, ordinary cultivators don’t possess large-scale weather control abilities. Since she had to stay in the town overnight, why not go and see.

Thinking this, she softly said to Amao, "Is there a recent rain praying ceremony? Take me to see."

"There is. Count yourself lucky." He glanced at the sky, "The witch will be praying for rain on the back mountain this afternoon."

Ning Xiaoxian let him go, and the child went outside the alley to give strict instructions to his little companions. Once all the children left, he returned and said, "Let’s go."

Outside the town, there was a small hill, which, in her eyes, had a heavy yin energy, its shape resembling a burial mound, not only was its feng shui bad, it felt somewhat ominous, with resentment lingering. Ning Xiaoxian frowned and said, "Has this hill had deaths before?"

Amao looked at her in surprise, "How do you know?" Then he remembered this woman was different from ordinary people, the two small birds on her shoulder seemed unusual too, could she be the living god adults often talked about? But he offended her first, how could an immortal be so kind to spare him and even give him a silver ingot?

"A lot of robbers who came to the village were executed here." Amao said, "This year a big drought outside, with more perpetrators committing crimes here, the mayor ordered them to be brought here to be beaten to death and buried."

Afraid it wasn’t just as simple as beating them to death? With such deep resentment, these ’robbers’ likely suffered a lot when they died. She frowned secretly.

On the mountain, there was a small shrine dedicated to the God of Five Harvests, but the constant exposure to wind and rain had caused the plaques to fade. Before the shrine, an altar was painted red and gold, with candles as thick as arms lit, incense sticks burning, and five livestock placed. When she and Amao arrived, a small forest clearing was already crowded with layers of people, apparently, there was indeed a Sacrifice to Heaven ceremony that afternoon.

Not far from the altar, five people either sat or stood, with faces pale as a sheet, two sitting were trembling, evidently the live sacrifices to be offered. At this moment, the mayor identified by Amao walked over, and one of them immediately grabbed his sleeve, rasping, "You, you promised me, as long as I voluntarily come as a sacrifice, my family’s debt to you will be wiped clean, and you’ll cover the dowry for my daughter’s marriage next year..."

The mayor pulled his sleeve from his grip, tapping it, "Yes, what you did for the town, I will remember. Just rest assured on your journey." The person’s face turned ashen but said no more.

Not long after, someone shouted, "The witch is here!" The crowd quickly parted to make way for a woman, slightly dark-skinned but still charming, dressed in a wide robe with long sleeves, slowly approaching. Everyone’s eyes greeted her with a mix of awe.

Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes widened immediately, for in her vision, this woman had no Spiritual Power at all, and was definitely not a demon, she was merely a mortal!