Earlier, it would have been difficult for Qin Liuxi to manage the flood, but after receiving the Three Pure Ancestors’ heritage and enlightenment, repelling the flood is not challenging.

Feng Xiu observed her pale face and said: "Just breaking through the Boundless Barrier already drained your Primordial Spirit, and you used up spiritual power drawing that Array Map. Can you still sustain it? Spells can also run out of spiritual power; don’t exhaust yourself completely, or you might attract old monsters, and then you would be like a dead fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered."

"If the flood isn’t repelled, the people will suffer more losses, more lives will be lost. I can wait, but the living beings cannot." Qin Liuxi smiled: "Besides, isn’t Little Fengfeng here? Would you really let me be in danger?"

Feng Xiu snorted coldly: "When you need me, it’s Little Fengfeng, and when you’re dissatisfied, I’m just a dead fox."

Qin Liuxi curled her lips, took an elixir made of Little Ginseng root, adjusted her breathing a bit, and began to draw the Water Separation Talisman, using the Vajra Ruler as a ceremonial tablet to invite the God.

She planned to use Yu’s Step to invite the God General and employ the water separation technique to drive away the flood.

After lighting the Invitation Incense, she held the Vajra Ruler, lifted into the air, intending to walk Yu’s Step above the floodwaters. This scene attracted quite a few people’s attention, and someone gasped loudly as everyone looked over.

The Yu’s Step required a Star Map and Eight Diagram; she drew them with spiritual power on talisman paper, cast a spell, and the paper burned spontaneously without fire. A flash of golden light revealed amidst the invisible Void an Eight Diagram sprouting beneath her feet.

Standing at the Eight Diagrams Xun Position, Qin Liuxi wielded the Vajra Ruler towards the Void, Feng Xiu seemed to hear the muffled sound of drums, struck with spiritual power to invite the God.

The drum sounded, she slightly closed her eyes, holding her breath as she moved.

In the Taoist Sect, using Yu’s Step to invite the God is effective; however, the step technique demands precision and sincerity. But observing her wearing Cloud Shoes, her left foot landed on the Li Trigram, right foot on the Kun Trigram, her body fluidly spun, left foot on the Zhen Trigram, right foot on the Dui Trigram...

Feng Xiu had seen her perform in Law Fields before; back then, she was young, holding a horsetail whisk, earnestly stepping Gang Steps, as if watching a child dance in play—lively and sincere, yet somewhat unbelievable.

Now in her twenties, her features fully matured, not particularly soft yet increasingly attractive. Although her stance appeared chaotic, every step landed on the right trigram door, graceful and spirited, embroidered with golden runes leaping with her movement, streaks of golden light seemingly sprouting from beneath her feet like golden lotuses.

"Immortal, this must be an Immortal." The villagers gazed in awe, kneeling on the ground excitedly, hands clasped, staring at Qin Liuxi.

Qin Liuxi moved her left foot from alongside her right, stood at the Human Gate, adjusted breathing, slightly opened her lips, and began chanting spells, the obscure incantations spread, the Vajra Ruler was sacrificed, spinning above her head, transforming the scriptures on the ruler into golden light dispersing.

"Heavens and eartheth limitless, Qiankun borrows magic, Dragon King commands, water retreats without trace, Command!"

With a shout, she hurled the Water Separation Talisman skyward, it seemed as if a dragon’s roar sounded—a dragon shape seized the talisman and vanished. Within moments, the sky, once gray, was suddenly wind-swept clear to reveal azure heavens.

She wielded the Vajra Ruler downward against the surge, the floodwaters seemed severed, dispersing sideward towards rivers, causing the river water level to recede.

"Retreat, the flood indeed retreated!" someone screamed.

"The Immortal revealed power!"

"Heavens..."

Feng Xiu crossed his arms, watching Qin Liuxi still suspended above, chuckling lightly.

Heh, Xiu’er sure knows how to flaunt!

Numerous Powers of Faith flew toward her spiritual platform; Qin Liuxi felt like she stumbled upon fortune.

The flood swiftly retreated, revealing flat land, though chaotic and muddy; in the fields, some crops, although tilted and scattered, still clung to stalks.

Yet the houses suffered severe damage; still, some could rediscover their homes.

The villagers cried tears of joy, homes destroyed, crops lost, but the flood retreated—an unfortunate blessing.

When they sought to bow in thanks to the Immortal who saved them, the figure already vanished without a trace.

Someone realized, saying: "This surely was a Goddess sent from Heaven to save us. We must erect a stone temple for the Goddess’s worship, to protect Ducheng County."

Many nodded in agreement.

Concealed in the air, Feng Xiu heard this, glanced at Qin Liuxi: "Deliberate, aren’t you? Choose any place to cast magic; you purposely flaunt to harvest faith!"

Qin Liuxi coughed softly: "I’m not that kind of person; pure coincidence!"

Heh, I believe your nonsense!

Feng Xiu noticed her complexion white as a ghost, couldn’t help transferring some spiritual power.

Qin Liuxi felt content: "Still, you’re reliable, Fox!"

"Then grant me your body."

"Humans and demons differ, cross-species union defies ethics."

"Drawbridge retreat, scram!"

Qin Liuxi chuckled softly, was about to head to Ducheng County Government with him, when a young official with a beard, donning the current County Magistrate’s official attire, galloped over, followed by a team of Government Officials. Everyone halted in shock on the hillside, examining village town revealed by the receded flood’s aftermath.

"Master, the flood indeed retreated." A middle-aged man dressed as a secretary beside the County Magistrate beamed with joy.

"Just hours ago, it was a vast ocean; how did it retreat suddenly? Where did the water go?" a Government Official asked, astonished.

The young County Magistrate glanced at the mountaintop villagers and said: "Find a villager to ask, and we’ll know."

"Subordinate will go."

Qin Liuxi and Feng Xiu appeared when attention waned; someone inadvertently glimpsed: "Who are you two creeping out from? Weird, these two weren’t here earlier, yet they pop out looking stunning, could they be ghosts?"

Upon hearing this query, the County Magistrate turned, spotted Qin Liuxi, a face of amazement, blinked, "Master Buqiu?"

All exchanged looks—does the Master recognize her?

Qin Liuxi approached, bowed cheerfully: "Mr. Jiang, long time no see. Weren’t you in Sichuan, how did you come to Lingnan as Ducheng County’s Magistrate?"

The person before her was none other than Yan Qishan’s student, Jiang Wenliu, who passed the scholar exam years ago, once sought Qin Liuxi’s career advice. Qin Liuxi directed him that Sichuan would be his prosperous starting point; unexpectedly, he appeared in Lingnan.

Qin Liuxi eyed his face thoughtfully, bearing merit, suggesting years of governance yielded accomplishments, otherwise merit wouldn’t grace him.

Jiang Wenliu, excited, it was truly Qin Liuxi. He dismounted, amidst everyone’s astonished gaze, fluttered towards Qin Liuxi like a swallow returning to the forest: "Master, it’s really you, Qiong Zhang truly missed you!"

Feng Xiu’s face darkened as Jiang Wenliu neared, poked his forehead, where did this lecher come from, leave now.

Thud.

Jiang Wenliu flew backward, crashing into the mud, in a prostrate position.