Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 139 - 139 138 Flood at Suqiu Extra for Alliance Hierarch Yu Tian Le Le

139: Chapter 138: Flood at Suqiu [Extra for Alliance Hierarch Yu Tian Le Le] 139: Chapter 138: Flood at Suqiu [Extra for Alliance Hierarch Yu Tian Le Le] At the small guard post, villagers who could wield tools all stood on the ramparts, hundreds of them draped in rain gear, standing in silence.

It was a habitual response ingrained in every human fortress within Yinling, to stand guard on the ramparts against abnormal weather conditions.

There had been too many instances in history where demons had taken advantage of the cover of bad weather to stealthily infiltrate human strongholds, causing injuries or worse, the loss of a fortress.

As such, no one dared to take any chances.

Everyone’s mood was somewhat heavy, because it was uncertain how much of their earlier efforts would remain after such heavy rain.

No one could say for sure whether they could start working on the canals after the rainy season, and even if they could, it wouldn’t be until summer at the earliest, depending on the extent of the damage to the previous work.

Decades of hope had been mercilessly postponed once more.

It might not have mattered if there had never been the prospect of building canals, but once people had hope, the resulting disappointment would be that much greater—so intense it cut to the bone and felt inescapable.

That big pit had been dug out by their own shovels, and the amount of effort it had taken paralleled the depth of their sorrow now.

Among the crowd on the wall, the three sisters-in-law of the Jiang Family were also present.

Even as women, they could not remain indifferent at such a moment.

Jiang Han’s wife murmured softly, “It’s been two days since the master has been back.”

Jiang Lin’s wife comforted herself, “The master is a cultivator.

The heavy rain won’t affect him, right?”

Jiang Bai’s wife sighed, feeling compelled to remind her sisters, “It was inevitable, you both knew from the start.

Why the sudden worry now?”

The three women fell silent again.

Yes, departure was inevitable, so why hold on with longing?

In the end, it was merely a transaction.

They had given their all; now, it would be up to their children to see if he would lend a hand when they grew up.

There were no contracts, no documents.

In the Yinling Wilderness, trust was based solely on personal credibility.

In this regard, the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect wasn’t bad.

As a member of the Quanzhen Sect, Mr.

Hou, in his days among them, had shown that his word was as good as his deed; he was a very good and meticulous man.

Except for some odd little hobbies, like his fondness for trimming weeds…

After every frolic in the water, he insisted on trimming them.

He wouldn’t stop until everything was neat and tidy.

He said it was a habit developed from being accustomed to enforcing punishments, a bit of an obsession.

But while the habits might be strange, the man was reliable; it’s just uncertain whether water usage would become more convenient, leading to more frequent trimmings.

Or, would there be no more chances?

People say that constant pruning makes the weeds grow stronger.

If that’s true, wouldn’t it be embarrassingly ironic…

The rain was intensifying, the clouds hung low, and despite the time being Chen hours, there was little sign of dawn’s light.

Visibility was limited, and just a few dozen paces away, everything began to blur.

Fortunately, no demons had taken the opportunity to attack, at least not yet, and having endured through the darkest hours before dawn, the likelihood of a demon attack was now greatly reduced.

Just as the people of the small guard post were starting to breathe a sigh of relief, the unexpected happened.

A distant, dull thundering sound could be heard, initially faint, masked by the noise of the rain and thunder.

But gradually, it became clearer, closer, louder—like the stampede of a million beasts!

Had the torrential rain sparked a Beast Tide?

What were they to do?

Despair was evident in everyone’s eyes.

Against such a ferocious Beast Tide, humans stood not a chance.

The direction of the noise was toward the small guard post!

The entire fortress wall seemed to vibrate, and even some of the less sturdy bricks and stones began to fall.

Aware of the imminent danger, they lacked even the courage to flee.

With no escape, was there anything more despairing?

All they could do was clutch their weapons tightly, widening their eyes to peer into the darkening base of the ramparts, through the dense curtain of rain, wondering what kind of monster might emerge.

At least if they were to be dispatched to the Underworld, they would know which demon had claimed them.

They saw something!

Three upright walking demons dashed towards them like the wind, with strange postures and ridiculous movements, heaving up and down in a way that was far from normal…

Could these be ape-like demons?

After all, the majority of Yinling Beasts would run on all fours; what use were the other two limbs for?

Waving hello?

As they drew closer, these three beings turned out to be indeed peculiar, and they were even dressed in clothing?

What kind of wild beasts would wear clothes while running, unafraid of tumbling over themselves?

Were they waiting to catch the wind?

The rainfall was too heavy, and the eyesight of mortals quite limited.

Only when the three creatures passed right in front of the small fortress did everyone suddenly realize the truth—they were not ape demons or monkey monsters but three humans!

“It’s the master!” Jiang Han’s eyes were the sharpest.

“Could they be chased by a herd of beasts?

Should we let them in?” Jiang Lin’s heart was the softest.

“They are passing by, not entering the fortress!” Jiang Bai was the most rational.

All feelings of despair were instantly replaced by curiosity.

They certainly knew these three people, who would appear daily at the construction site throughout the winter—they were the three Quanzhen Sect patrollers!

If even they were fleeing for their lives, what on earth was chasing them?

Everyone turned their gaze behind the trio, where the sounds became clearer.

It was the sound of a herd of beasts running together, thunderous and deafening!

Almost instantly, a white line appeared in everyone’s sight, two zhang high, tumultuous and towering, resembling a mighty dragon opening its gaping maw ready to devour everything in front of it!

Not a beast tide, nor a monster, but a flood!

It thundered forward along the old riverbed, which seemed like a molt left by a dragon decades ago, now being revived at full strength by the rain!

The onlookers cried out in shock; no one had anticipated such an event.

Had the three Quanzhen patrollers offended the White River God and were now being pursued by the river deity?

In a collective stupor, the figures of the three patrollers had already vanished from sight.

The high Water Head plunged into the large pit dug by the people of the small fortress as if it fell over, but in a few moments, it climbed out again, the Water Head rising even higher, howling as it pursued the Daoist.

What remained in the sight of the onlookers was the dragon’s seemingly endless body, with swirling, muddy waves, pressing on relentlessly.

The horrendous sound they heard was that of the great river surging forward—a sound they had not heard for far too long, a sound that had become a distant memory, faded and traceless.

“What is this?

Is it a great flood?

Will the small fortress be flooded?” pondered one who worried needlessly about the sky falling.

“Was this done deliberately by the patrolling lords?

Or has the White Ribbon River breached its banks and collapsed?” This was someone still clinging to reason.

“At least the water pits are full, we don’t have to worry about water for half a year, right?” This was the optimistic type who always looked on the bright side of things.

But an elderly voice laid bare the essence of the matter, “I understand now!

I understand!

I’ve been wondering why the Alliance Hierarch was never in a hurry to arrange the digging of canals?

He wasn’t digging canals at all, he was planning to redirect the course of the White Ribbon River, back to its flow from a hundred years ago!

The small fortress is saved!

No matter what the future holds, we no longer have to worry about our water source!

Because the White Ribbon River now flows in front of the fortress!

No more laborious water fetching, no more living in filth, water, we have plenty of it, to use however we want!”

Jiang, the elder, knelt down on the wall, wailing, and the villagers who finally understood also knelt down one after another, loudly praising in their mouths.

In this moment, the Alliance Hierarch was a god in their hearts!