Demon King's Repayment - chapter 287

Outside the window, it started raining, and Dahua got up to say goodbye, unavoidably showing a worried expression, “I don’t know what the town will be like if it rains down.”

When Yuan Xiang walked with her to the door, her husband Zhang Xun was coming out of the yard diagonally opposite the door and came to pick her up specially under an umbrella.

“With such a distance, why bother to pick me up?” Dahua complained, but there was a sweet smile on her face.

The couple said goodbye to Yuan Xiang hand in hand.

Yuan Xiang looked at the figures in the rain curtain.

On the young scholar’s back, the big and small demons that once clung to his shoulders when his human spirit was weak had disappeared. Perhaps failing was not a bad thing for him, but instead let him completely let go of the excessive burden in his heart.

The once overwhelmed young scholar straightened his back with the bamboo umbrella, protecting his wife while walking in the rain.

This heavy rain continued for a whole number of days, and floods inevitably started in cities and towns along the river.

Queqiu was located at the foot of Sirius Mountain, and the terrain was relatively high. In addition, Yuan Xiang led the apostles to fully help.

However, Lianghe Town, Chenzhou, Yuanshui and even Dingzhou on the bank of Dongting Lake had encountered extraordinary floods that had not been encountered in many years.

Yuan Xiang stood on the peak of the mountain near Lianghe Town, watching the turbid river rushing eastward.

In Lianghe Town not far away, the familiar river temple had been completely submerged by the flood, and only the golden gourd on the top of the temple still revealed a trace of the existence of the temple in the monstrous flood.

The people in the town abandoned their homes and tried to flee first. Countless humans had been displaced by natural disasters. The once bustling town was muddy.

Nan He stood in the air, attracting the power of the stars to change the landform, to channel the flood as much as possible, and to buy time for the humans in the town to escape.

Dushuo with the force of his space, strengthened the river embankment and blocked the flood.

Hu Qing and others also used their abilities, trying their best to help the residents of the town escape without being noticeable.

Even so, casualties were inevitable.

Yuan Xiang stood on the top of the mountain, watching the dead in the torrent, along with broken furniture and debris, drifting past her eyes.

And at the foot of the mountain behind her, countless draggers of the same kind moved hard on the muddy mountain road in heavy rain.

Human beings once felt that they were very powerful, but only when they faced the power of nature did they find that their power always seemed so weak. As long as they were willing, any kind of power in that world could shatter those sunny days at any time.

That was still the situation where she took the apostles to help, and Yuan Xiang could not even imagine the disaster situation in other places.

She could only try not to watch the overly tragic scene, calmly used Qi, and did her part for those who were struggling in the disaster.

“Unexpectedly, the fellow Taoist is here,” a familiar voice sounded nearby.

Yuan Xiang opened her eyes and saw that Qingyuan was leading the disciples of Qingyi.

The Taoists with bamboo hats and suits were all soaked, and their shoes and socks were covered with mud. Obviously, they were like Yuan Xiang and had been exhausted for a long time.

Yuan Xiang said with courtesy, “Senior has worked hard.”

“Taoists live in the world with Qi as their own body. Those who could work harder and those who are strong bear heavy burdens. They live in the mountains and forests in their free time and contribute to the common people in trouble. That is my teaching.” Although Qingyuan was muddy, he sat on the apostle’s back, he still looked unaffected by the breeze, “It’s admirable that the little fellow is young and alone, but she could protect the people of the town.”

“Master absurdly praised me, how could my modest strength be compared with yours?”

Although the two were both spiritual practitioners, they had been walking between the rivers and lakes (martial world), and when there was no conflict, they were also very good at lifting each other’s sedan chair.

Words were being spoken there, and a demon with a human fishtail appeared in the river.

Dan Luo, who was wet all over, returned to Yuan Xiang.

“I have widened the waterway and cleared the mud,” he put his drenched hair behind his head, and didn’t even look at Qingyuan in front of him. He only talked to Yuan Xiang, “This time the flood is raging, and I can only do this at the moment.”

Yuan Xiang thanked him very seriously, “Thank you for your hard work, Dan Luo.”

Qingyuan stared at the demon who he hadn’t gotten for a long time, and at the conspicuous contract mark on his forehead, completely losing his calm and indifferent appearance.

“You, you, you have another apostle? No, tell me, how did you accept him as an apostle?”