The legend begins with becoming a white deer.

As Qi Ji waded across the water and left the area of ​​Qinghe Town, he thought that the rescue operation would likely be similar to that in Qinghe Town.

It was nothing more than houses submerged in water, survivors trapped on rooftops, and floating debris everywhere.

Having learned from his first experience, Qi Ji had a basic grasp of the process: rescuing people, finding ropes, and building wooden boats. By following these steps, he could rescue most people.

An hour later, a town called Wangchuan Town came into view.

"Found it! Following the trade route, there really is a human town."

Qi Ji's eyes flashed. Although it was also submerged by the flood, at a glance, this town was roughly a size larger than Qinghe Town. The rows of rooftops rose and fell in the turbid floodwaters, like isolated little islands.

Just as Qi Ji was about to accelerate and get closer, the sound of something cutting through the air suddenly grazed past the tip of his left ear!

"call out--"

The cold wind from the arrow, carrying moisture, swept past his fur and embedded itself in the water behind him, splashing up a cloud of murky water.

"?"

Qi Ji paused, then looked up.

On the roof of the tallest blue-brick house not far away, a muscular, shirtless man was staring intently at him, his bowstring taut and creaking as he drew it back to its full length.

Standing beside him were three pale-faced young men, each clutching a weapon, their bodies tense as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Everyone, pay attention, something's wrong with this deer."

The burly man's roar carried across the floodwaters, his voice filled with barely concealed fear: "It's huge, and it can even run on water. It must be a monster that came in with that snake."

"monster........."

Qi Ji stood there speechlessly.

His senses were sharper than they had been in Qinghe Town, allowing him to clearly perceive the burly man's rapid heartbeat and the uncontrollable trembling of his muscles.

It wasn't anger, it was fear, like someone who had just crawled back from the brink of death, instinctively wary of any unknown and powerful being.

It seems that the situation in Wangchuan Town is slightly more serious than that in Qinghe Town.

Qi Ji was unaware that not long ago, just as the floodwaters had inundated the town's streets, a nearly twenty-meter-long black snake swam in with the current.

In front of many rooftop survivors, it swallowed a man who hadn't had time to climb onto the roof whole, and then swept three other people into the murky floodwaters with its thick tail, leaving no trace of their struggles.

The flood was a natural disaster for the townspeople, but for the giant snake, it was an opportunity that made it easier to hunt.

From then on, anything that emerged from the water was regarded by the survivors of Wangchuan Town as a wild beast to be hunted.

Qi Ji, a white behemoth far larger than an ordinary sika deer and capable of walking on water, is undoubtedly the most dangerous kind.

"Whoosh!"

The second arrow pierced the air, aiming straight for Qi Ji's brow.

The arrows were as fast as lightning in the eyes of ordinary people, but to Qi Ji, who had undergone seven physical enhancements and completed a small part of bloodline evolution, they were as slow as crawling in the air.

He didn't even bother to lift his hoof to block it; he merely tilted his head slightly, and the arrow grazed past his antlers.

Before the burly man could nock his third arrow, Qi Ji had already moved.

The white figure left a trail of afterimages on the water's surface, giving them no time to react before rushing straight into the depths of the town.

"Oh no, it's charging! Fire! Fire!"

"Ah, Brother Zhou, I'm out of bow and arrows!"

"Idiot, if we don't have arrows, we'll throw stones. We can't just sit here and wait to die."

Chaos erupted on the rooftop as several people frantically tried to move, but by the time the arrows were fired, Qi Ji had already vanished.

They could only watch helplessly as the white lightning streaked through the floodwaters.

The exclamations stopped abruptly the next second.

Qi Ji suddenly plunged into the water, and when he looked up again, he had a drowning woman struggling desperately in his mouth.

Qi Ji lightly leaped up from the water with his limbs and landed steadily on a rooftop not far away.

Gently setting the woman down, Qi Ji turned to look at the burly men who were still in the bow-drawing posture and let out a low deer-like cry.

"Yo—"

Its voice was clear and melodious, without a trace of malice.

After saying that, Qi Ji turned around and jumped into the water again, rushing towards the other direction of the cries for help.

On the rooftop, the men froze completely, their bows and arrows hanging limply, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Brother Zhou, it...this white deer just...seemed to be saving someone?" a young man stammered.

The burly man surnamed Zhou opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

He watched the white figure darting back and forth in the floodwaters, carrying drowning people to the rooftops one after another, and felt that the two arrows he had just shot were a complete joke.

For the next half hour, Qi Ji became the only rescuer in Wangchuan Town.

He remembered his experience in Qinghe Town and specifically chose a house on a street in the east of the town. The foundation there was high and the roof was the sturdiest, enough to accommodate many people.

Qi Ji brought all the rescued survivors here one by one, and soon the rooftops were filled with people.

Everyone's face was filled with fear and disbelief, and of course, gratitude.

After there were no more drowning victims in need of rescue, Qi Ji retrieved several floating thick hemp ropes from the water, then used his head to support a wooden pillar about the size of a bowl, and walked between two houses that were not far apart.

Qi Ji leaned the wooden pillar against the eaves, held one end of the hemp rope in his mouth and tossed it to the person on the roof. Then he pointed at the wooden pillar with his hoof and then at the roof opposite.

The survivors looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Um... this white deer seems to want us to wrap the wooden post with hemp rope?"

"Hmm, it seems it's planning to take us away?"

"This method seems to work."

They stared at the amazing white deer that could run freely in the flood and even save people; their shock was beyond words.

But at this critical moment, lives were at stake, and they had no time to think about anything else.

Several quick-thinking young men immediately understood Qi Ji's meaning, and hurriedly took the hemp rope, beginning to tie it firmly to the wooden post as he instructed.

Qi Ji stood quietly in the water, waiting.

No matter how strong he is, he can't grow human hands to be dexterous. In the end, such delicate work still has to be done by humans themselves.

And at that very moment—

"ah!!!"

A panicked scream came from the rooftop on the north side!

Qi Ji turned his head.

Suddenly, the murky water burst open, and a large snake's tail, covered in black scales, lashed out like a giant steel whip, striking the rooftop hard.

Tiles shattered and flew everywhere. The five or six people on top didn't even have time to react before they were all swept into the floodwaters with screams!

The enormous snake head slowly rose from the water, its cold, vertical pupils sweeping over the panicked crowd, before it flicked out its forked tongue...