Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 55: Torrential Rain Strikes (Part 3)

When Cheng Xiaoxiao arrived at the scene, the situation was far more severe than she had imagined.

Due to the continuous rain for a day and a night, the floodwaters raged, flowing endlessly from upstream.

If the village hadn’t raised the embankment, the village might have already been flooded. Everyone was sighing with relief, fortunately having heeded the advice of the Cheng family’s eldest daughter and Master Jing Yuan’s prophecy, otherwise, the entire village would have been in ruins.

At this moment, a beeping sound echoed in Cheng Xiaoxiao’s mind.

The system excitedly said, "Host, you have accumulated so many Gratitude Points..."

Cheng Xiaoxiao wasn’t surprised, considering the current dire situation. Without raising the embankment and connecting the channels, the entire village wouldn’t have been preserved.

As she spoke, the beeping continued.

"77, can you turn off the sound? Once you’ve received them all, just tell me the total count directly."

Cheng Xiaoxiao was helpless, as the sound kept echoing in her mind, affecting her ability to act.

The system compliantly replied, "Okay."

Then it fell silent, probably happily to itself. After all, it hadn’t had much success following her for so long, and now it was finally turning the tables.

Cheng Xiaoxiao looked at the collapsed embankment, with the river breaking through wider and wider. If it continued, the entire raised embankment would collapse.

This can’t go on.

The gap must be closed immediately.

The village chief was also troubled, having sent the village men to help some families move their belongings, but how to seal this fierce breach?

Now that the floodwater was seeping into the village, with the channels only delaying it a little, once the water level rose further and overflowed the channels, the water would pour directly into the village.

Just when the village chief was at a loss, Cheng Xiaoxiao rushed over in the rain. The village chief’s eyes lit up when he saw it was Cheng Xiaoxiao; how could he have forgotten about this cunning girl,

"Xiao, do you have any methods to stop the breach? Quick, tell me!"

The village chief was straightforward, asking directly.

Cheng Xiaoxiao was choked up, "Village chief, I didn’t say I had any methods!"

The village chief trusted her too much! He believed she had a way just because she showed up.

"Alright, at this life-or-death moment for the village, why did you come if you didn’t have a solution? I still don’t know you, girl, quick, the waters are growing fiercer."

The village chief was ashamed, "I just tried forming a human wall with a dozen people and piling stones behind it, but the strong waters washed it away quickly."

Cheng Xiaoxiao sighed, well, human lives were at stake now, and she still had many lives to save.

Cheng Xiaoxiao casually grabbed someone and told him to call Coach Leng.

Then she began explaining the plan to the village chief.

When Leng Qi arrived, some men had already brought over several large tree trunks, felled earlier from Seventh Uncle’s home, and one whole tree trunk.

Cheng Xiaoxiao smiled heartily at Leng Qi, "Sorry to trouble you again, Coach Leng,"

Leng Qi was displeased, "Didn’t you say you wouldn’t boss me around anymore?"

"This isn’t a bet, besides the deadline hasn’t passed yet, I haven’t lost," Cheng Xiaoxiao said seriously.

"You!"

"Alright, enough nonsense. The entire village is doomed. If I die, my family will die too, then who will you coach?"

Of course, Cheng Xiaoxiao had another meaning, only understood by her and Leng Qi: if I die, who will you monitor? How will you report back to your master?

Cheng Xiaoxiao had thoroughly figured out Leng Qi, certain that he wouldn’t quit over trivial matters. If he failed his mission, the punishment would certainly not be light.

In the clans, Hidden Guards’ lives were worth less than grass, even worse than ordinary people. At least, ordinary people could live a modest life barring any disasters.

Hidden Guards lived on a knife edge, a moment of negligence could cost them their lives, and mission failure might also lead to death.

Thus, Leng Qi considered himself fortunate to be here on a mission. He thought he was disgracing his talents by associating with a village girl all day, losing face. It was truly laughable, being a little brother to her was his good fortune, so ungrateful!

Cheng Xiaoxiao didn’t fuss over him; lives were at stake, no room for nonsense.

The clan leader persuaded nearby, "Coach Leng, please be generous, considering everyone’s homes are nearly flooded, help the village, and we will certainly reward you generously."

And the gathered villagers all chimed in, pleading for Leng Qi’s help.

Leng Qi coldly observed the eager villagers, remaining unmoved.

He was an assassin, without sympathy...

And no conscience to speak of!

"Alright, are you going to help or not? If not, get lost." Cheng Xiaoxiao said angrily.

Then, as if that weren’t infuriating enough, she approached Leng Qi, whispering, "If you can’t do it, I’ll have Commander Han replace you."

Leng Qi widened his eyes, staring straight at Cheng Xiaoxiao.

Cheng Xiaoxiao stared back without fear. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

In truth, Cheng Xiaoxiao had only met Han Er. Since Leng Qi had been sent by Han Er, Han Er was naturally his superior, likely a commander-level figure. However, Leng Qi thought Cheng Xiaoxiao meant Han Yi when she said Commander Han.

In a moment, the haughty Leng Qi lost his steam, assuming that this female Rakshasa and Boss Han had some relationship. No wonder she was so arrogant.

Was there no day he could turn the tide? No, he still could; they still had a bet.

The misunderstanding was thus inexplicably cemented in Leng Qi’s mind...

Leng Qi sulkily started following Cheng Xiaoxiao’s method to place the logs, laying a long enough tree trunk like a single-plank bridge across the raging breach. Sharpened logs were driven into the gap. Due to the turbulent floodwaters, an average person couldn’t have managed it.

At this point, only Cheng Beiniu and Leng Qi were on the single-plank bridge, with Cheng Beiniu holding and steadying the partly submerged tree stumps, as Leng Qi leaped and landed atop them.

With Leng Qi’s thunderous shout, "Down!"

All inner strength concentrated into his feet, the air waves almost knocked Cheng Beiniu over. Fortunately, he had some martial arts foundation, and he too yelled, gripping the log tightly with both hands, knees bent, standing firm on the single-plank bridge.

In an instant, the log sank about one meter deep, firmly planted in the surging river, forming a "cross."

The villagers on the shore applauded, witnessing what Inner Strength meant today, and what it meant to be a true master—it was eye-opening.

They also understood why Cheng Xiaoxiao insisted on Coach Leng’s aid.

The village chief marveled, for the method was simple, yet beyond the capability of any ordinary person.

Under Cheng Xiaoxiao’s direction, Leng Qi and Cheng Beiniu paused, then placed additional stakes on either side centered on the middle log, which significantly reduced the incoming floodwater.

More villagers, braving the rain, ran over to watch.

Exclamations of admiration were constant!

Crying cheers were continuous!

Truly amazing.

They were so excited as if they were the ones planting the logs.

The village chief hurriedly shooed the gawking men away, "Why are you all standing around? Hurry and move stones, pack mud blocks, transport them to seal the breach."

"Also, bring smaller logs, weave them with bamboo ropes, bind more log stakes, reducing the water flow further." The village chief urged his sons Cheng Jingo and Cheng Jinzhao to get it done fast.

One or two not being mindful and having no insight.