Chapter 261

The scorching sun over Qingniu Valley beat down fiercely, as if trying to bake the earth to a crisp. The herbs in the medicinal field drooped listlessly, and some had even begun to smoke. Just as this unbearable heat peaked, the abacus beads suddenly seemed to spring to life. With a clatter, they spun like a waterwheel, rapidly arranging themselves into a massive Waterwheel Formation in midair. The Waterwheel Formation hovered above the Five Elements Medicinal Field before stopping dead center, forming a giant Chinese character for "Drought". Immediately after, the abacus beads gave a crisp ring: "Measure soil moisture at the hour of Mao, water at the hour of Si, and protect the seedlings at the hour of Wei!" The voice echoed throughout the valley like a warning from nature. A local farmer stood beside the cracked earth, gazing anxiously at the medicinal field that should have been bursting with vitality. Wringing his hands, he muttered to himself, "What are we going to do if the well water isn't enough?" Before his words faded, the abacus beads seemed to hear his question and instantly began to dance again.