The floodwaters raged, and the turbid waves soared into the sky.
Fang Niangzi from Liangzhou also participated in the flood relief efforts. She stood on high ground, and the iron hairpin in her hair hummed and vibrated. Suddenly, it shot out like a living thing!
"go!"
With a flick of her fingertips, dozens of iron hairpins transformed into silver rays in the air, piercing through the rain and precisely penetrating floating beams and broken tiles, carving a path to survival for the struggling disaster victims.
"Quick, follow me!" Fang Niangzi leaped forward, stepping on the driftwood and moving swiftly. The iron hairpin spun around her like a blade, cutting through the water plants and floating branches that were entangled with the disaster victims.
Fang Niangzi lightly touched the driftwood with her toes, her figure gliding across the turbid waves like a swallow.
Her ears twitched slightly, and she suddenly heard a child crying from the southeast, the sound like fine silk threads coming through the rain.
"There are more people!" With a flick of her wrist, three iron hairpins shot out.
The red string tied to the end of the hairpin left a scar in the rain, forcefully breaking through the surging floodwaters.
On the opposite side, on a dilapidated thatched roof, a mother and daughter were clinging tightly to a rickety roof beam. The woman's right leg was pierced by a broken rafter, and her blood stained the murky water with streaks of dark red.
Fang Niangzi bit her tongue, causing the iron hairpin to hum sharply. She raced across the waves, taking advantage of the relatively calm floodwaters, and sped directly across.
A giant tree crashed down from upstream. She spun around and flicked her sleeve, causing the remaining seven hairpins in her hair to emerge, their silver light crisscrossing like a woven net, slicing the giant tree into pieces.
"Catch!" She untied the belt from her waist and swung it around, quickly wrapping it around the mother and daughter, and struggled to pull them out.
…
The floodwaters surged forward again, and the villagers in front fled desperately. However, two children fell to the ground, their faces covered in blood and tears.
At the critical moment, a dull tremor came from underground.
The three Niu brothers transformed into three giant, earth-yellow oxen, each nearly ten feet tall at the shoulder, their muscles bulging like rocks.
With a low growl, they hoisted the two children and the surrounding people onto their shoulders and galloped away.
The next moment, below the flooded village, three large, earthen-yellow oxen had already left the area.
"boom!"
Three giant oxen emerged from the ground once more, carrying seven or eight terrified villagers on their broad backs.
"Hold on tight to the horns!" the lead giant bull spoke in a muffled, thunderous voice.
The villagers clung tightly to the bull's horns, watching helplessly as the giant bull sank back into the ground and ran off into the distance.
…
Not far away, the two Jiang brothers flowed like ink, both hidden in the shadows.
Before long, they emerged from the shadow of a fallen locust tree, spread their arms, and the shadow beneath their feet suddenly lengthened, darting into the water like a giant python.
"Whoosh!"
The shadow blade sliced across the water, precisely severing the fishing net that was entangled around the woman's ankles.
Before the woman could even scream, another shadow grabbed her waist and yanked her towards the shore.
"My child, my child!"
"Wow!" The girl was also swept over and placed in the woman's arms.
The woman immediately hugged her child and burst into tears.
"Come on, another flood is coming!" Jiang Dashan saw another wave sweeping in and quickly pulled the two of them into the shadows.
Not far away, other believers were also helping people, moving through the floodwaters.
Grass and trees grew wildly between the ridges of the fields.
Several young believers knelt in the mud, their hands deeply embedded in the earth.
"rise!"
With a clear shout, countless vines suddenly sprouted from the ground, as thick as a child's arm, and lush and green.
The vines intertwined to form a net, intercepting the flood victims who were drifting downstream.
Even more astonishingly, a massive tree was uprooted, its branches stretching out like giant hands, gently lifting a crying infant and placing it onto a fiery red giant bird.
All of this was so miraculous that the rescued people on the high slope stared intently at them, not daring to blink.
"Mom, those people are so powerful!" A child clung tightly to his mother's clothes.
"Child, listen to your mother. From now on, we will worship the Mountain Goddess every day and offer sacrifices to her statue!"
The woman clenched her hands tightly; she too was filled with emotion!
On the high slope, Wang Dali held his two children, staring blankly at everything.
The floodwaters still roared, but now countless lives had sprung up within them. Iron hairpins shone like stars, earthen waves surged like dragons, shadowy blades flashed like lightning, and vines formed a net…
"Officer..." The child in his arms suddenly tugged at his sleeve, pointing to the distant mountains with his little hand, "That fairy in white is so powerful, is she the Mountain Goddess?"
Wang Dali looked up and saw a woman in white robes walking on the waves atop the misty mountain peak, her clothes fluttering like crane wings.
"No, these are also followers of the Mountain Goddess. They are all very powerful. You must become as powerful as them in the future!"
Wang Dali recognized the woman in white; she had visited the village before and helped the people avert the disaster caused by the demonic tree.
The woman glanced at them and, seeing that they were all trembling, said gently, "Don't worry, this flood disaster will be resolved soon."
Wang Dali smiled bitterly to himself. A flood of this magnitude would take at least ten days to resolve. How could it possibly be resolved quickly?
Natural disasters are merciless, and human effort cannot resist them!
Sure enough, in just a moment, the world suddenly changed color.
The raging floodwaters suddenly surged, and the turbid waves tore through the banks like giant beasts, carrying rubble and broken wood as they crashed into the distant city.
The city walls groaned under the onslaught of the flood, bricks and stones crumbled, and the soldiers guarding the city were swallowed up by the towering, muddy waves before they could even evacuate.
"Run!"
The people cried out and fled to higher ground, but the flood came too fast and in the blink of an eye it had already breached the city gates and destroyed their houses.
On the streets, carriages overturned, goods floated, some climbed onto rooftops, some clung to driftwood, but many more elderly, weak, women, and children could only watch helplessly as the floodwaters rose above their chests and necks…
Just as despair was spreading among the crowd, a streak of light suddenly appeared and streaked across the sky.
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