Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 137 - 137 136 Spring Blooms

137: Chapter 136 Spring Blooms 137: Chapter 136 Spring Blooms The people of Little Forward Fort finally witnessed the warm and blooming season of spring.

The large pond in front of the fort had turned into a big pit, fifty zhang in circumference and ten zhang deep; if it were filled with water, it would be enough to sustain all the residents of the fort for a year, even during the dry season.

The preparatory work at the point where the White Ribbon River breached was basically finished.

With the leading dikes, guiding dikes, surrounding dikes, and bell mouths all in place, one could see the scale of the project.

Three cultivators were stationed here, keeping the area peaceful and safe throughout the entire winter.

Occasional disturbances by demons were decisively repelled and slaughtered without mercy; not only were Wang Mian and Fang Yazi ruthless in their counters, but the moves of the Daoist Wei Ming from the Grain Avoidance Realm were also exceptionally sharp.

With their well-coordinated efforts, the trio ensured that the river workers could dedicate themselves fully to construction within the safest conditions possible, leading to the current progress.

By mid-March, the earth began to thaw, unfortunately, the weather just wasn’t cooperating, with early rains coming almost daily.

It was hard to expect a sunny day as those a little experienced with the Yinling Wilderness knew that this was a sign of gathering energy for upcoming storms.

Standing tall on the banks of the White Ribbon River, the trio observed the workers finishing up; in fact, most of the river workers had already left, with not much soil work remaining – just some reinforcement and patching up.

“When the waters rise, the White Ribbon River has some scale to it.

I’ve traveled back and forth along the river many times, and it’s still my first time witnessing such a magnificent sight of rushing waters,” Daoist Wei Ming couldn’t help but exclaim.

Wang Mian chuckled.

Having spent quite some time around, he spoke more casually, “What’s so magnificent about it?

It’s just shallow water!

The flow of water speeds up during the rainy season, washing over the banks and stones; it’s all just a facade.

In reality, it’s not deep, barely waist-high.”

Daoist Wei Ming wasn’t offended, knowing that these Quanzhen disciples were usually straightforward – some like Fang Yazi were silent types, while others like Wang Mian were unreserved speakers, and then…

well, Hou Niao was a bit strange, wasn’t he?

“Only today did I realize why so much effort is put into a mere river diversion; it’s out of concern for the swelling river during the rainy season and the possibility of breaching its banks.

You two Daoist friends have foresight!”

But Wang Mian did not take the credit, “What foresight do we have?

Being from Shan Country, we know nothing about water; all of this was planned by Elder Brother Hou.

He says that in Anhe Country, water projects must be done this way, especially at the most critical part where the river diversion begins.

If that’s improperly handled, it could affect the livelihood of the surrounding fertile land, so we’d rather make the embankment stronger and plan more thoroughly to absolutely prevent a disastrous breach.”

Daoist Wei Ming expressed his admiration, “Indeed, especially with the rainy season approaching.

But with the coming rains and the need to dig these dozens of li-long channels, how will it be done?

Although I’m no expert in water management, I understand it’s not just about digging a ditch.

How to reinforce the channels to avoid them turning into smelly muddy drains?

The work involved isn’t easy, and with the ground already mostly thawed, the thawing under the continuous rain will only accelerate.

Do you have any plan for when to dig the channels?”

Wang Mian shook his head, “You may not understand, and neither do I!

Only our brother Hou from the south understands these things.

So, we wait for news from him; he’s in charge, and I’m just here to help.”

Daoist Wei Ming shook his head with a bitter smile.

These two blockheads just didn’t think independently at all; everything depended on Elder Brother Hou, completely lacking the autonomous judgment of a cultivator.

To tell the truth, he had his opinions about the embankments at the diversion point of the White Ribbon River.

They were indeed comprehensive, with meticulous consideration, but perhaps a bit of an overkill?

After all, this was just a mid-sized river in Yinling.

In the south, it would possibly be considered a small river with shallow depth and low water volume; even if it did overflow, how much land could it flood?

Moreover, with sparse population in the wide-open area, what big impact could there be?

In his opinion, this was Hou Niao imitating without understanding, copying the water management projects of Anhe without adapting.

To the laymen, he was an expert, but to the experts, he was an amateur, failing to innovate.

He just took advantage of the Little Forward Fort residents’ desperate desire for water, allowing such grand and aggressive actions.

It was plainly a wasteful effort, causing untold hardship to the people.

Things could have been done simpler and cheaper, saving many from the relentless hard work day and night.

But thankfully, the project was finally complete.

Due to the continual rain, the remaining reinforcement work seemed dragging, slowly consuming time and making Daoist Wei Ming feel an urge to leave regardless.

However, having persisted for months, how could he just abandon it all right before completion?

Amid such torment, the rain grew increasingly heavier.

What originally had been a three-foot-deep White Ribbon River had now surged to six, seven feet, with no sign of stopping.

On this day, the sky flashed with lightning and thunder, fierce winds howled, and the clouds hung heavy like lead, so low it seemed jumping up might touch them.

Even the least experienced could tell that a rainstorm, one that might make history in the annals of Yinling’s hydrography, was imminent!

The remaining river workers had already evacuated yesterday.

Now, at the deserted White Ribbon and River Diversion, only their three lone figures remained!

Daoist Wei Ming was utterly puzzled, “You, Brother Hou, are surrounded by beauties in Xiaobao, pampered by three pretty women, yet you leave these two here to guard the levee in the rain?

And I also don’t understand what exactly we are guarding here?

With such weather, even demon beasts wouldn’t come out, right?”

Wang Mian replied with a mysterious smile, “Daoist is mistaken.

The more such a time, the more we need to stand together!

Since there are doubts, why not wait and watch?”

Daoist Wei Ming felt uneasy but couldn’t pinpoint the source of his discomfort.

Thus, he could only continue to stay.

If these two Essence Building juniors dared to stay alone in the wild under such severe weather, how could he—a Cultivator of the Grain Avoidance Realm—not dare?

With this thought, he became calm in his heart, eager to see what the Quanzhen Sect disciples were up to!

This was also the purpose of his arduous vigil here.

The rain intensified from evening onward, evolving from a persistent drizzle to a light sprinkle and then, by late night, to a torrential downpour that kept growing fiercer!

Streams and gullies from upstream converged, sending the White Ribbon River’s waters surging over ten feet high, with low areas beginning to flood.

Where they stood on the levee, the distance to the fierce river below was less than two feet!

When the hour of Mao arrived, the rain was so heavy it couldn’t be described as pouring from buckets but rather pouring from vats, from lakes!

The water level rose visibly, and only then did the White Ribbon River truly show the might of a white ribbon turning into a dragon, surging ceaselessly.

“With such heavy rain, the levee will collapse!

Our months of work will have been for naught!” Daoist Wei Ming shouted.

Wang Mian and Fang Yazi exchanged glances, “Is it time?”

“It is, let’s start!”

They walked toward the River Diversion and casually took out several objects from the Treasure Gourd.

Daoist Wei Ming, with keen eyes even in the pitch-black, pouring rain, recognized what they were at a glance!

Earthquake Bombs!

These are the tools used in the Cultivation World mainly for mining purposes, with no great technical complexity but one advantage: immense power capable of blasting mountains, opening roads, breaching walls, and breaking cities!

Why would they bring out something like this now?

For a moment, Wei Ming’s mind was in disarray, he didn’t dare to contemplate,

“Have you gone mad?

With such fierce waters, you still want to breach the levee?

Aren’t you afraid of causing disaster for all living beings in Yinling?”

Without turning back, only Wang Mian laughed loudly, “It’s not us who are doing it, it’s all Brother Hou’s idea, go find him!”

Daoist Wei Ming felt his heart sink, and when he turned around, a familiar figure emerged from the storm!

…A night when the wilderness is bathed in starlight and moonlight, clouds hover low, and the thunder begins to roar.

Pingling suddenly sees the torrents rushing, a sign that rain falls from another mountain!