After carefully sensing it, he realized that the flow of water in this stretch of river had already stopped, and the little water that was left was almost completely sucked dry.
He had some trouble sensing it, but thanks to this situation, he soon detected that there was another Water God right in his new territory.
Over there, thick resentment was lurking in the dark, a powerful force hidden within, and beneath it, there seemed to be a vast and boundless body of water.
Jiang Yanyan had just sensed this, and still wanted to talk things over with the other party, communicate a bit, and ask them nicely to just hand over the bones.
The person had drowned in the water—already pitiable enough—and you’re still hanging onto their bones, isn’t that a bit much?
Besides, you’re a Water God; holding onto a Water Ghost’s bones is useless, right? It’s not like that Water Ghost can pull people down to drown anymore.
Jiang Yanyan honestly sent over his intentions, but in the very next moment, he felt the resentment there explode, and a powerful force appeared in that spot.
Jiang Yanyan opened his eyes, a little shocked.
"Brother Wen, quick—tell them to run, run to higher ground!"
Wen Yan didn’t even have time to ask what was going on, he immediately dialed out the call.
"Minister Cai, tell your people to run, quickly, get to high ground!"
Before Cai Qidong could even respond, someone from the Scorching Sun Department was already shouting.
"The upper dam broke! The wave’s massive—get away, quick!"
A group of people rushed up the mountain.
Within just a few minutes, they saw a wave seven or eight meters high and more than ten meters wide charging down from upstream, crushing straight through, trees along the way were snapped, earth and boulders swept along together.
This terrifying force—not even heavy machinery could withstand it, let alone humans.
Even the strongest one here, Qin Kun, in terms of pure strength—even if he exploded at his very limit—couldn’t match even a third of a small excavator, so how could he possibly stand up to this kind of terrifying wave?
The group stood on the hillside, watching the wave crash through. One by one, their faces didn’t look good.
It’s not like they’d never seen flash floods before, but usually they just rise bit by bit—where have they ever seen a wave front that’s even taller than the floodwaters coming behind?
The wave surged past, and the truck carrying Jiang Yanyan’s little shrine was knocked over by the current and swallowed up. As the waters swept by, the little shrine vanished beneath the river.
By the riverside on the other side, Jiang Yanyan was actually a little angry for once.
"Brother Wen, he pushed down my little shrine."
Wen Yan’s brows furrowed and he glanced over—Feng Yao’s laptop was already showing the scene from that side.
"So arrogant? What’s he after?"
Wen Yan instantly loaded "Blessing" into the Temporary Ability slot.
He stretched out a finger and tapped it against Jiang Yanyan’s big forehead, activating the Blessing.
Fierce Yang Qi was unleashed—and this was fueled by his own Yang energy.
Wen Yan thought for a moment; what if this wasn’t enough power? What if Jiang Yanyan lost?
After all, he’d only just started as the River God professionally; what if his very foundation got hurt?
It’s not like a hospital can treat River Gods.
After thinking it over, he decided to activate the force within the Blood Warm Jade as well, straight up borrowing that power, igniting the Scorching Sun, and with another Blessing, pressed his finger to Jiang Yanyan’s big forehead.
Crimson-gold light appeared and sank into Jiang Yanyan’s body.
Wen Yan considered again, hurried back to the car, fetched his Chunjun Mace, infused it with Scorching Sun Blessing, and stuffed it straight into Jiang Yanyan’s mouth.
"Hold this in your teeth, see if it’s any use. Go—get him. Don’t be scared. Beat him to death if you have to—and if you do, you’ll have earned merit."
Jiang Yanyan closed his eyes. His consciousness, as if pulled by some force, entered his little shrine at lightning speed.
The little shrine had toppled over into the water, badly damaged. Suddenly, golden light burst from the muddy statue inside.
With fierce Yang Qi surging through him, incense smoke swirling all around, the light from the clay statue spilled out. A teenager with a big forehead, small eyes, and clutching a gleaming golden Great Mace stepped from the statue.
The teenager forced his eyes open wide, getting used to things for a moment, and it suddenly felt like this was his body by nature, like he’d always known how to walk, run, and use his hands.
He looked at his hands—five fingers, nimble and alive.
He grinned, and the first thought in his head was: if he’s got hands and can leave the water, he can finally play on a cell phone.
Last time, Granny Fox’s grandson gave him a so-called waterproof phone—said you could play with it in the water. Unfortunately, the phone died in less than a day, and he felt so bad over it.
But now, there was no time for that. He just looked back at his little shrine, eyes filling with tears of heartbreak.
He didn’t understand much about this stuff, but others did.
Just now, Brother Wen’s friend—Uncle Zhang Laoxi—said that even if the materials for the little shrine weren’t worth much, the meaning was entirely different.
Every brick, every bit of cement, every coin for that little shrine was chipped in by so many people.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a lot or a little—what matters is that there were so many people.
And after all those people, each person who chipped in had to have given those funds truly willingly, out of their own sincere heart.
It’s like the meaning behind a patchwork robe—only then can his little shrine serve its purpose, only then can he receive a touch of the River God’s power.
If not for this utterly ordinary little shrine, there’s no way he could sense whether someone had fallen into this stretch of river. He’d only be able to rely, through those two difficult months, on patrolling around.