I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 605 - 438: The Main Event

"I just said I wanted to add some excitement to today’s banquet, but how could a small fire be enough? What’s coming next is the main course."

After He Wei finished speaking, everyone’s gaze turned toward Zeng Long, who also nodded.

"The real show is yet to come." After saying this, he walked out of the room.

Wu Tong was curious and made to follow, but he noticed Xia Liang hadn’t moved an inch. Only after almost everyone else had left did Xia Liang slowly rise. Wu Tong trailed behind him and couldn’t help but ask, "Master Xia, how come you haven’t said much since those two came in? What Mage Zeng Long displayed just now was truly astonishing. To be burned by fire and come out unscathed—but I imagine he’s nothing compared to you, Master Xia..."

Hearing Wu Tong’s words, Xia Liang simply clicked his tongue.

Wu Tong instantly sensed the change in Xia Liang and hurried to ask, "Master Xia, did I say something wrong?"

The corners of Xia Liang’s mouth curved into a strange, faint smile as he spoke slowly. "You did say one thing wrong. It’s not that they are far inferior to me... rather, those two aren’t even qualified to be compared to me."

Hearing Xia Liang’s words, Wu Tong was momentarily stunned, but a smile quickly returned to his face.

Arrogant. I like it.

The two of them leisurely followed the others into the garden of the He Family Ancestral Home.

Zeng Long was already standing in the center of the garden with Zeng Hu and He Wei by his side. Once he saw that everyone had gathered, he glanced at Xia Liang in the crowd, let out a theatrical laugh, and said, "This humble performance I’m about to give is actually related to you, Master Xia."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s gaze shifted to Xia Liang, their eyes full of confusion as they wondered what Zeng Long meant. Xia Liang simply spread his hands, indicating that he was just as clueless.

Zeng Long went on to explain, "Everyone must have heard that when Master Xia was in Jinling, he could summon a torrential downpour from a vast, cloudless sky."

"That’s right! Many people know that with a single word, Master Xia can control the weather. He extinguished the great fire at the port that day," a guest in the crowd responded. Still, most people were unclear about what Zeng Long was getting at.

Only a few sharp individuals suddenly realized something and exclaimed in shock, "Could it be! Could it be that Great Mage Zeng Long is going to pray for rain too?"

That remark instantly turned all eyes toward the sky. The sun was about to set, but the sky was still clear, with half an hour left until nightfall. The guests could plainly see the cloudless expanse, which showed no sign of impending rain.

Zeng Long slowly nodded. "Correct. I will demonstrate the same ability as Master Xia: praying for rain from a clear sky."

At these words, the entire garden began to buzz with excitement. Someone immediately took out their cell phone and shouted, "That’s right, that’s right! The weather forecast for tonight says there’s no rain at all. If it does rain, it has to be because of Grand Sorcerer Zeng Long!"

"Wait, I’ll call the Haojiang Meteorological Bureau right now to confirm that there really won’t be any rain later."

As he spoke, the man actually dialed a number. As it happened, he was in charge of the Meteorological Bureau in Haojiang. A few moments later, he hung up, his face flush with excitement.

"Confirmed, there’s no rain expected today! Master Zeng Long, can you really call for rain?"

Facing the crowd’s questions, Zeng Long just chuckled lightly and nodded. "But of course."

This statement fanned the flames of the already explosive atmosphere. None of the guests had expected this; to attend a simple dinner and witness so many wonders made the trip entirely worthwhile.

Among them, several people glanced toward Xia Liang, curious to see his reaction. But Xia Liang just maintained his faint smile, his expression unchanging. Seeing this, they could only turn away, disappointed.

"Alright, everyone, please be quiet and don’t disturb Mage Zeng Long," He Wei promptly spoke up, silencing the crowd. Then, he looked at Zeng Long and said, "Grand Sorcerer Zeng Long, you may begin."

Zeng Long nodded and took out a talisman from within his clothes. Zeng Hu came to his side, and the two of them put on a show of performing a ritual. The other guests watched with great interest, curious about the talisman Zeng Long had produced.

Only Xia Liang knew exactly what it was. He knew because that talisman bore his own name and date of birth. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Xia Liang had learned several days ago that the item they planned to use against him was a Lightning Talisman. Years ago, Zutuo betrayed his school, even killing his own master. He then began practicing various evil arts before eventually fleeing to Xiangjiang. This Lightning Talisman was the sole relic left behind by Zutuo’s master, and it possessed a terrifying power.

When the Lightning Talisman was activated, if the person whose name was written on it was nearby, a bolt of divine punishment would descend from the heavens, striking the target dead with a flash of lightning. The accompanying torrential downpour was merely a side effect.

Meanwhile, in the center of the garden, the ritual performed by Zeng Long and his brother was reaching its climax.

With a roar, Zeng Long tossed the Lightning Talisman into the air.

"Rain, come forth!"