Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Why... did the day of calamity arrive earlier than expected...?

Zhu Wuyao remained silent and grabbed the wine shop owner. Fortunately, he hadn't neglected his cultivation in the past few days.

Now we not only have the resources to protect ourselves, but we can also save a few people.

She saw the monks who saved and killed people, heard their voices, and realized how naive she had been.

Saving someone is nowhere near as easy as killing them.

With more cultivators, there are more conflicts. All past grudges will be settled today. You want to save people? I'll deliberately obstruct you. If you want to learn Zhang Xuan's path of cultivation, you'd better ask yourself if you have the ability.

The distillery owner was pulled ashore, and Zhu Wuyao jumped into the water and grabbed a child whose parent it was.

A drowning person will instinctively grab onto anything they can hold onto, which will pull them down.

Zhu Wuyao is at the second level of Qi Refining. Although he has no ability to avoid water, he is not worried about drowning if he holds his breath in the water.

Perfect, it allows me to avoid those cultivators who are fighting.

She pushed the child up to a high place, and then jumped up after him.

He held down Ji Yuezhang, who was about to use the talisman to save people again.

"It's my fault. Protect these people and don't recklessly use your spiritual power again!"

Zhu Wuyao has remained silent since the floodwaters breached the dikes.

Ji Yuezhang coughed up blood, her face streaked with tears, the osmanthus blossoms in her hair seemingly scattered by the rain. She shook her head and murmured:

"We were wrong, we were wrong... Natural disasters are irreversible..."

Zhu Wuyao looked at her trembling fingertips, feeling a dull pain in his heart. He took a deep breath and barely managed to calm down, but his own hand gripping the wooden stick was also shaking.

"My child, that's my child!"

The woman behind Ji Yuezhang helped pull the child who was clinging to the wooden stick up. She kowtowed repeatedly to express her gratitude, sobbing uncontrollably.

Zhu Wuyao didn't look back. She saw another old man in critical condition in the turbulent water and jumped back into the water.

"Haha, there's actually someone here who wants to save someone."

After jumping into the water, she heard the voice of an unfamiliar cultivator.

There was no looking back.

She could only entrust the people behind her to Ji Yuezhang. She dived into the water, swam to the old man's side, and blocked the boulders swept by the flood, her waist throbbing with pain.

She vaguely heard the sound of the explosive talisman.

They forcefully lifted the unconscious old man to the surface, allowing him to catch his breath and swim to higher ground.

The cultivator, having been defeated, noticed Zhu Wuyao who had just jumped into the water. Enraged, he fled in panic, sending a wind blade flying at the same time.

Zhu Wuyao saw the blood on the water's surface, pursed her lips, released the murdered old man, and let him fall into the water.

She dove into the water to save her life and escaped without looking back.

Once it was safe, Zhu Wuyao reunited with Ji Yuezhang.

She saw Ji Yuezhang's pale face and the countless talismans floating around him, rising and falling as if they could be blown away by a gust of wind at any moment.

It shattered the peace and tranquility of the area.

In the flood, some lived and some died. Zhu Wuyao stood on high ground, surveying where there was still room for rescue.

She saw the clearly formed dam crumble once again.

Giant waves swept in, carrying mud and rocks.

Her fingers loosened and tightened again; she couldn't do anything.

The sediment at the bottom has raised the riverbed, and the sound of rain continues in your ears, while you can still hear the distant waves washing away the sand.

The most frequent sound was crying.

She heard Ji Yuezhang say softly, "I'm going to fill the gap in the dam."

Zhu Wuyao's eyes stung with tears. She grasped Ji Yuezhang's fingertips, which were icy cold, like the stagnant, unyielding chill in her heart.

It is a cold energy that even those in the Nascent Soul stage cannot resolve and can only suppress day after day.

He had been with her for over a decade, and his coldness never erupted.

Zhu Wuyao gripped her hand tightly and shook her head vigorously. She felt the chill that pierced her heart, a chill that seemed to freeze her blood.

It's so cold.

The water on her clothes had frozen solid.

Zhu Wuyao shook his head, then nodded.

Her lips trembled, and she couldn't say anything. She saw the sorrow and determination in Ji Yuezhang's eyes.

She nodded, but refused to let go no matter what.

Ji Yuezhang gently pulled her hand away, seemingly wanting to give her friend a hug.

Feeling too cold and afraid of chilling the bald sparrow that had fallen into the water, she looked at Zhu Wuyao, who was trying to grab her, and suddenly burst into laughter through her tears.

They moved backwards.

I avoided my friends' attempts to persuade me to stay.

He said, "I will let the heavens know that I will not admit defeat."

Zhu Wuyao wanted to laugh along, but she laughed so hard her eyes trembled and her vision blurred, as if she couldn't see anything clearly. She tried to raise the corners of her mouth, but tasted saltiness, and her fingertips rubbed her palms so hard they hurt.

She caught nothing.

She saw a monk in a white dress drifting towards the breached dam, and she saw a little girl selling flowers on a piece of driftwood in the distance.

Yes... she still has to go save people.

Zhu Wuyao leaped back into the water, swimming towards the monk in the white dress and towards the girl on the driftwood.

Her limbs felt numb; she didn't know what she was thinking, her mind was blank.

They just swam aimlessly forward.

She felt ridiculous; all her efforts had been a joke, and she was powerless to clean up the mess, leaving Ji Yuezhang to pay for it with his life.

Ji Yuezhang used the Wind Control Talisman, and she saw the familiar little girl, remembering the divination text.

He paused briefly, took out an Iron Armor Talisman, placed it in the girl's arms, and then gently pushed the driftwood, handing the girl over to her most trusted friend who had followed behind.

Never look back.

She has already roamed the world.

I've drunk the osmanthus wine chilled by Wufengjian, eaten the cabbage that Zhu Wuyao secretly picked up, seen the moon over Nanli City, and heard the whistling wind when I bid farewell to Young Master Gu.

So today, she will ride the wind across the river and part the waters with her bare hands.

Unfortunately, his cultivation level was not high, and his figure going against the flow was too conspicuous. He needed to surround himself with countless protective talismans, and even his wind-controlling talisman was shaky. He had come a long way in a very sorry state.

It lacks a certain heroic spirit.

The explosion talismans I'd drawn while idly staying home these past few days actually came in handy.

Countless explosive runes surged forth, like a yellow dragon crossing a river.

Ji Yuezhang ignored the noisy or accusatory voices and continued to rise to the highest point on his own.

He used up the last of his spiritual power to detonate all the talismans.

The waves were thousands of feet high, and some people cursed angrily, mistakenly thinking she was going to blow up the dam, but they fell silent the next moment.

The young cultivator drew his dagger and plunged it into his heart.

At the same time, the towering curtain of water froze instantly, becoming as cold as iron.

Like an ice wall.

It blocked the next huge wave from crashing down.

With her last bit of strength, Ji Yuezhang turned around and saw Zhu Wuyao, who was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing her in such a disheveled state, tightly embracing the little girl, and holding a calligraphy brush, she drew something in the air.

She plucked a osmanthus flower from her hair, intending to gather a wisp of spiritual energy and give it to him.

But his wrists hung limply.

The next moment, the fairy holding the osmanthus flower fell into the water.