The legend begins with becoming a white deer.

The turbid floodwaters, like a raging beast, devoured the entire town of Qinghe.

On a certain street, an old locust tree stood alone in the flood, its thick trunk swaying precariously.

An elderly man with gray hair was stuck in a tree branch. The floodwaters had reached his chest, and the icy water kept pounding against his body, making him cough with each impact.

The old man gripped a tree branch tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his face was full of exhaustion.

"Uncle Zhang, hang in there, we'll throw you a rope."

On the opposite rooftop, several young men were sweating profusely with anxiety. One of them, a burly man, gripped a bundle of thick hemp rope and swung it forcefully toward the old man.

The rope drew an arc in the air, and was about to fall into the old man's hands when it was suddenly swept up by a rapid current, and was instantly swayed crookedly, like an out-of-control snake writhing on the water's surface.

"Damn it, again!"

The burly man gritted his teeth and tried a few more times.

But every time the rope touched the flood, it was swept away by the swift current and could not be accurately placed into the old man's hands.

The floodwaters continued to rise, and the old locust tree emitted a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, as if it would be uprooted at any moment.

"Don't bother..."

The old man's weak voice came through the sound of rushing water. He sighed and a relieved expression appeared on his face.

"This tree won't last much longer. Don't sacrifice yourselves for an old man like me. I've lived to be over seventy, that's enough."

"Uncle Zhang, what nonsense are you talking about?"

A young man shouted, "Let's think of another way, we're sure we can save you!"

The old man shook his head and stopped talking, simply watching the churning floodwaters with an eerily calm expression.

Just then, a crisp sound of splashing water came from afar, the frequency of which was a bit strange and unlike the splashing of a flood.

Everyone instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

In the distance, a pure white deer was seen riding the waves on the water.

His four hooves seemed to be stepping on invisible steps, each step only creating a faint ripple on the water's surface, without being submerged by the flood.

The murky yellow soup seemed to transform into a smooth road beneath its feet. With elegant posture and astonishing speed, it arrived at the old locust tree in just a few leaps.

"I... this...?!"

The people on the rooftop were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape, and the rope in their hands fell to the ground with a "thud".

The old man stared wide-eyed at the magical white deer before him, incredulous.

Qi Ji ignored the shock of the crowd. He walked to the old locust tree, lowered his head slightly, and gently bit the back of the old man's collar with his mouth.

The old man felt a gentle yet powerful force coming from him, and his body involuntarily left the tree branch.

Before he could react, Qi Ji suddenly tossed his head and gently shoved the old man onto his broad back.

The old man instinctively hugged Qi Ji's neck, feeling the warm and firm fur beneath him, and his incredibly steady gait.

Qi Ji carried the old man on his back, turned around and walked on the waves. In a few steps, he arrived at the roof. With a light leap, he landed steadily on the roof.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking less than ten seconds.

The rooftop was deathly silent, save for the patter of rain and the roar of the flood.

Everyone stared blankly at Qi Ji, as if frozen in place, their minds completely blank.

After a long while, someone finally spoke in a trembling voice: "It's...it's that white deer, the white deer that carried the tiger into town with Grandpa Shi Yan a few months ago."

"It really was it. I was in town at the time, and I saw it carrying a tiger weighing several hundred pounds on its shoulders."

"My God...it can actually walk on water! This...what else could it be but a fairy deer?"

"This is a divine deer sent by the mountain god to save us!"

The old man slid off Qi Ji's back, his legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing three times heavily to Qi Ji.

"Thank you so much, fairy deer, for saving my life! Thank you so much, fairy deer, for saving my life!" The old man's voice was choked with sobs, filled with gratitude and awe.

Seeing this, the others also reacted quickly, and knelt down with a thud, kowtowing to Qi Ji to express their gratitude.

"Thank you, Fairy Deer"

"The celestial deer has appeared!"

Qi Ji glanced at them indifferently, let out a clear deer cry, then turned around and rode away on the waves again.

There are still quite a few people alive in Qinghe Town.

Although some managed to escape to the rooftops and were out of danger, many others remained trapped in the floodwaters, their situation precarious.

A shirtless man is clinging to a thick log, drifting with the current in the flood.

The logs were tossed about by the rushing water, crashing against walls and floating debris. The man was covered in wounds, pale-faced, and his arms were so sore he could barely lift them.

"I can't take it anymore, I can't keep going."

Just as he was exhausted and his fingers loosened, about to be swept into the flood, a white figure flashed past like lightning.

Qi Ji grabbed the man by the back of his collar, leaped with all his might, and carried him more than ten meters away, landing steadily on a high rooftop.

The man slumped on the roof, panting heavily, watching Qi Ji's departing figure, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Qi Ji continued rescuing people without stopping.

He rescued a mother and daughter trapped on a roof that was about to collapse. The little girl was crying loudly in fright and clung tightly to her mother's neck. Qi Ji carefully used his mouth to hold the little girl's clothes and carried her to safety. Then he went back to rescue her mother.

He rescued a young man who was clinging to a tree and barely clinging to life. The young man's arms were mangled and bloody from the branches, and he had almost lost all feeling in them.

He rescued a family of three who were struggling to survive in the floodwaters by clinging to a broken plank of wood. The plank was already leaking and could sink at any moment.

In this way, Qi Ji used his [Spirit Foot] to walk on the water as if it were flat ground, and with the super strength and jumping ability brought by his seven physical enhancements, he could shuttle and leap between rooftops, successfully saving a life with each move.

Two hours passed, and the torrential rain showed no signs of stopping; the floodwaters continued to rise slowly.

Those rooftops that were temporarily safe are becoming increasingly dangerous, as they could be flooded at any time.

"Fairy Deer! Fairy Deer!"

An elderly villager shouted loudly at Qi Ji's retreating figure.

Qi Ji stopped and turned to look at him.

"Fairy Deer, please, please take us away from here!"

The villagers knelt on the ground, their voices pleading, "These roofs won't hold for much longer; if we stay any longer, we'll all die!"

The others chimed in, "Yes, Fairy Deer, please take us away!"

Qi Ji looked at the villagers before him, their faces filled with despair and pleading.

To be fair, although Qi Ji has temporarily saved them, this is not a long-term solution. As long as the floodwaters do not recede, they will eventually run into trouble again.

But Qi Ji couldn't stay here forever.

Therefore, the best approach is to move them all to a safe area.

So how do we do it?

At this moment, a villager came up with an idea and shouted, "Quick, find ropes and thick logs! The fairy deer can walk on the waves and is very strong. Let it bite the rope and drag us through the flood."

"Good idea, we can give it a try."

I think it's a good idea.

"That's what we'll do."

Everyone hurriedly began searching the rooftop.

They quickly gathered some of the strongest long ropes and tied together some of the thickest pieces of wood they could find, making a simple float.

They had the elderly, children, and women hold onto the log first, then a young man held one end of the rope and carefully offered it to Qi Ji's mouth, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "Fairy Deer, thank you for your rescue, please have mercy on us again, bite on this rope, and take us away from here."

"Yo"

Qi Ji nodded and opened his mouth to bite the other end of the rope.

He turned and strode across the waves with astonishing strength, dragging several people and logs along, moving swiftly through the floodwaters.