Wang Wan arrived through the air, her white dress fluttering in the wind, a jade hairpin in her hair reflecting the sunlight, exuding a lustrous and ethereal charm.

Her features were cool and aloof, and she held a jade bottle in her hand. The bottle was carved with intricate mountain and river patterns and was now gleaming with a faint green light.

"receive."

She lightly tapped the bottle with her fingertips; the sound was soft, yet like a clear spring washing over the water, piercing through the roar of the flood.

In an instant, the roaring flood suddenly stopped, and then, as if seized by an invisible hand, it transformed into a huge waterspout, rushing towards the jade bottle with a roar!

The turbid waves surged and rolled, but became docile the moment they touched the mouth of the bottle, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, all disappearing into that small vessel.

"this……"

On the city wall, the soldiers who had narrowly escaped death stared wide-eyed.

They watched helplessly as the floodwaters that had submerged the city receded at a visible speed, revealing collapsed houses, muddy streets, and even a few stranded fish thrashing about in the mud.

Left Prime Minister Shi Fei stood on high ground, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He had thought that the city was slightly higher and could escape the raging flood, but faced with the might of heaven and earth, even the imperial army was helpless.

At this moment, the woman was able to reverse the torrent with just a jade bottle!

"The Mountain Goddess's methods are so astonishing..." he murmured to himself, sighing inwardly.

All those previous contests were just nonsense to him!

If the Mountain Goddess really wanted to do something, she wouldn't need to go through any trouble at all; her powerful followers could kill her instantly.

Thinking of the one in the palace, and the Grand General who commands a large army, the Left Prime Minister sneered inwardly.

Those two probably don't know just how terrifying the power of this mountain goddess is. She's just a follower of the mountain goddess, yet she can even absorb floodwaters with a wave of her hand.

The Grand Preceptor of the neighboring Yan Kingdom is no match for him at all!

He looked up at the sky again, his heart filled with emotion.

Wang Wan, standing in mid-air, remained expressionless, the jade bottle in her hand as steady as a rock.

She walked forward step by step, and wherever she went, the floodwaters receded and the mud dried up.

Some people knelt on the ground, trembling as they kowtowed to her, crying out, "Fairy Maiden, save us!"

She simply shook her head and said, "It is not my doing, but the mercy of the Mountain Goddess."

In the distance, some surviving wealthy businessmen trapped by the flood stared blankly at this scene.

They once boasted of their immense wealth and power. But now, before the might of Heaven and Earth, their gold, silver, wealth, power, and status have all become a joke!

What could truly save them was a jade bottle in the hand of a woman.

"So... there really are gods in this world..." someone murmured to themselves.

The floodwaters receded, and dawn broke.

Wang Wan put away the jade bottle and turned to leave.

Her figure gradually blurred in the morning mist, but the faint light of the jade bottle lingered in everyone's hearts, leaving a deep impression.

The legend of the Mountain Goddess also spread to the land of Liang during this flood.

…

Outside Xinzhou city, where the floodwaters had receded, simple thatched huts stood along the muddy official road.

Old Man Li pressed his rough, bark-like hands on his grandson's shoulder and pointed shakily to the young doctor in the distance who was bandaging the wounds of disaster victims.

"See that? A little girl from the desolate mountains, she knows medicine. That's because she believes in the Mountain Goddess and receives her blessing!"

Seven or eight children sat around the overturned fishing boat, their eyes sparkling as they gazed at the statue of the Mountain Goddess made of reeds by the adults.

A little girl with pigtails suddenly held up a clay doll she had just made: "I've sculpted a golden statue for the Mountain Goddess!"

In the crooked palm of the clay statue lay a golden melon seed, retrieved from the floodwaters by the little girl.

"Second Uncle, shall we go back and convert the ancestral hall into a mountain god temple?" The young wife helped the coughing old man and quietly pointed into the distance.

Several constables were dismantling some of the Zhou family's warehouses, the crackling flames reflecting off their faces.

Even the wealthiest merchants in Xinzhou were swept away and destroyed in this great flood.

But the Mountain Goddess is eternal and the most powerful!

Everyone felt incredibly proud.

Under the tea stall, peddler Jiang poured the last half-bag of brown rice into the porridge pot, then suddenly burst into an impromptu ditty: "The glass bottle collects the floodwaters~"

Immediately, someone nearby chimed in: "The Mountain Goddess has displayed her divine power!"

Although the tune was off-key, it attracted more disaster victims to join in, and even the female doctor who was distributing medicine hummed along.

Someone had tied a faded red cloth to the willow tree beside the official road.

The strips of cloth fluttered in the wind, revealing the two characters "消灾" (meaning "disaster relief") written in charcoal.

Some of the cloth strips also had the name of the Mountain Goddess written on them.

Gradually, every surviving old tree was adorned with such strips of cloth, which, from a distance, resembled a crimson wave.

As dusk deepened, incense was lit first in some village.

Then came the second, the third...

The voices of the crowd echoed far and wide through the mountains.

In the misty, desolate mountains, Yu Luo heard many people praying to him.

Those people seemed to be saying, "Thank you, Mountain Goddess!"

She stood atop the temple, her snow-white sleeves fluttering without wind, silently revealing a smile.

…

Inside the Qingzhou government office, candlelight cast two shadows on the mottled whitewashed wall.

Left Prime Minister Shi Fei lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, and the sandalwood made a dull sound.

Wang Wan, dressed in plain clothes, remained calm, as if the astonishing words she had just uttered had not come from her own mouth.

Rain slanted down outside the window, hitting the still-flooded water and creating countless tiny ripples.

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