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Chapter 179. The Cangjiang Uprising
Jiang Jianxin stood in the cemetery, looked at the layers of white tombstones in front of him, took a deep breath, and drew his sword, slashing fiercely into the cemetery.

"boom----"

Sword light flashed like a waterfall, and a devastating shockwave swept through the entire cemetery. Hundreds of tombstones shattered and flew apart amidst the roar, and the earth trembled, cracking open like a spiderweb.

At the horizon, a thick, inky black fog surged up, instantly swallowing the sunlight.

Jiang Jianxin's eyes widened—the aura permeating the mist was chilling and biting, yet it transformed into a terrifying warmth the moment it touched her skin.

"Wow!"

The Tangguang Sword suddenly trembled violently in her hand, and the illusory power emanating from the sword was extinguished like a candle flickering in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the three-foot-long sword transformed into a paper sword, which floated lightly back into her sleeve.

Jiang Jianxin stared blankly at her empty palm. The sword energy surging in her meridians was being suppressed by some ancient power. She had initially thought that the underwater pollution zone was deliberately suppressing her sword, but she never expected that it was this power from the fourth cycle that was repelling the Tangguang Sword.

"Woooo..."

A mournful wail came from the depths of the black fog, and something could be vaguely seen floating within it.

She instinctively reached out, but before her fingertips could touch the mist, a piercing metallic screech suddenly erupted behind her.

"Om——"

The water tank subway tore through the tracks and roared in, its stark white headlights pinning her shadow to the ground. The steel behemoth was approaching with the force of crushing everything in its path.

It panicked.

A ripple of intuition stirred in my mind.

This living, polluted area has long since used your belongings as nourishment.

[When it saw you trying to take it, it tried to kill you.]

Jiang Jianxin gritted his teeth; the roar of the water tank subway was already close at hand.

Through the murky glass, one could see the mermaid's distorted figure swimming in the dark current. The stark white headlights pierced through like sharp swords, illuminating the murderous intent surging in her eyes—and the semi-transparent figure that suddenly blocked her way.

The hooded child snapped his umbrella shut, and a golden magic circle bloomed beneath his feet like a sun.

She tilted her head slightly, her sharp lips peeking out from the shadow of her hat brim, yet her voice was as gentle as if she were soothing a child to sleep:

"Take your things and go. I'll stay here as a shadowy figure..."

The golden light of the magic array suddenly surged.

"This is the day we've been waiting for."

The roar of the subway was deafening, yet she simply gazed calmly at the steel behemoth:

"It has consumed too much of my strength, and now it has even filled the tributaries of the Cangjiang River."

The magic array patterns rippled outwards in concentric circles, transforming into countless golden threads.

"You cannot sever this cause and effect, but I can uproot it completely."

Layers of black mist enveloped Jiang Jianxin, while the surrounding water vapor condensed into turbulent currents that lifted her upwards.

Looking down, one could see that small figure standing alone in the center of the abyss-like magic circle, the incoming subway train crumbling inch by inch in the golden light.

In the vortex where gold and black intertwine, countless mermaids transform into silver-scaled fish. Schools of fish swim out of the platforms and buildings in the entire polluted area as they collapse, and the entire Cangjiang River boils and roars beneath her feet.

Within the black mist, something cold was placed into the palm of one's hand.

Jiang Jianxin closed his eyes as the two destructive forces tore at him, ultimately failing to hear the sigh that rose to the surface with the bubbles:
"Alas, I am the god of death and silence, my divine position is above the truth, I need no believers to sing my praises, I am worshipped by countless incense offerings."

"...When you go out in the future, don't say that you are a follower of the God of Death and Silence."

"I'm very strong, but I don't take on apprentices." ...

As the sun sets, it dyes the mouth of the Cangjiang River a blood-red color.

Yin Ju dragged his tired body back to his residence. He had just brewed himself a cup of goji berry tea, but before he could even take a sip, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Elder Yin!"

The subordinate staggered into the yard, panting as he approached his hut, his voice filled with barely concealed terror.

"You must go to the riverbank and see—the Cangjiang River, the Cangjiang River has gone mad!"

Yin Ju paused, the warm tea lingering on his lips.

He slowly raised his eyebrows, and the furrows between his brows deepened even further.
"What? I just cleared the floodwaters..."

Before the words were finished, a rumbling sound like muffled thunder came from afar.

The teacup clattered onto the table. Through the daylight, he saw his subordinate's pale face reflected with watery light—she was wearing an administrative jacket like those worn by veteran cadres, her hair was disheveled as if she had just returned from wandering, and her leggings were covered in dirt and large patches of brown mud.

Thousands of miles away, the surging river was engulfing the banks, as if the entire Cangjiang River was emitting a ferocious, cold laugh.
Yin Ju immediately picked up the thermos and asked as he walked:
"What's the situation at the scene now? Have the people been evacuated?"

“The flood came suddenly and we didn’t have time to evacuate people...and the volume of water was too large to control.”

The subordinate reported.

Yin Ju took a deep breath, the moist river breeze carrying the scent of mud and sand filling his lungs.

Because of the flood control efforts, he lived very close to the Cangjiang River. After walking such a long distance, he also saw the huge waves caused by the breached Cangjiang River in the distance.

He patted his subordinate on the shoulder and said:

"Xiao Zhang, go and evacuate everyone on the perimeter. Also, notify the Port Gunmen's Association and the Worry-Free Assassin's Guild to send people to transport supplies and maintain order."

His subordinates quickly ran off to carry out their mission. Yin Ju's eyes sharpened, and he slowly raised his hand towards the towering waves surging in the distance.

"Om————"

In an instant, the surging river waves suddenly froze in mid-air, as if being choked by an invisible force.

The towering wall of water trembled slightly, bowing to him as if it were alive, and the surging waves around him changed direction and converged on his location.

He spread his arms, and the boiling river surface was instantly calmed down as if pressed down by a giant hand—only the water level continued to rise rapidly.

The waves lifted him up slowly, and the fleeing crowd below looked back in astonishment to see that the raging tide, which was about to engulf everything, had suddenly stopped and shrank back into a towering wall of water, firmly blocking the turbulent river flow.

At the highest point, a figure stood against the wind—his executive jacket billowed in the airflow, yet his thermos remained firmly in his hand.

He was a young boy with a youthful appearance, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

He was still in high school before the apocalypse, but now his face exudes a trustworthy composure.

The young man had a calm demeanor and a pine-like figure. The moment he stood there, he became the anchor of the entire sea city.

"It's the Water God!"

"The water god is here! We are saved!"

Most of the people at the bottom of Haidu are just ordinary people who do not know Yin Ju's name in the world of talents. They only know that he is the "water god" who protects the people of the Cangjiang River basin from floods.

Yin Ju stood atop the wave, ignoring the shouts below. He simply took a sip of his goji berry tea and gazed intently at the turbulent river.

Controlling the water was a piece of cake for him, but the Cangjiang River at this moment... something was wrong.

—Putting everything else aside, when did there become so many fish in this river?
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