The moment Su Qingci and the other person rushed down, Su Yang and Pan Ning also fell after them.
Boom!!
The two crashed into the water, sending a huge splash that drenched them head to toe.
Luckily, this time, their raft didn’t flip over again.
When Su Yang opened his eyes, he saw the overturned rubber boat a few meters away.
Su Qingci and Han Xiaoyu had disappeared.
This section of the river was quite deep, and if someone hit a rock while capsizing, they could easily lose their breath or even black out—which would be extremely dangerous.
Su Yang glanced anxiously at Pan Ning and said, "They're gone! I’m going after them!"
Before he even finished speaking, he dove headfirst into the water.
Pan Ning immediately turned to look, only seeing the flipped rubber boat on the surface—Su Qingci and Han Xiaoyu still hadn’t resurfaced.
Without a second thought, Pan Ning stood up and jumped into the water as well.
About ten seconds earlier, another boat had capsized not far ahead of Su Yang and the others—Liu Bo and Wang Xiaojuan.
There were only two rescuers in this section, and both had gone to help Liu Bo and Wang Xiaojuan, leaving Su Yang’s group unattended.
The water quality of Lan River was quite clear. After swimming forward a short distance, Su Yang spotted a figure struggling violently beneath the rubber boat.
He thrust his arms back forcefully, and with the help of the rushing current, he reached the boat in just a couple of seconds.
As he got closer, he realized it was Su Qingci—her life jacket strap had gotten tangled in the boat’s handle during the flip.
This was the worst-case scenario in a capsizing. If no one noticed, someone who couldn’t swim would quickly choke and lose consciousness.
Fortunately, Su Yang arrived in time. But there was no time to untangle the strap—he grabbed her life jacket and yanked it backward, freeing her instantly.
Then, he wrapped an arm around her and swam sideways. Two seconds later, they broke the surface.
As soon as she emerged, Su Qingci coughed violently, water gushing from her mouth and nose.
"Cough! Wuwuwu!!" She sobbed between coughs.
Su Yang comforted her, "Don’t cry, you’re okay now!"
"I almost died!" Su Qingci clung to him, tears streaming down her face.
But there was no time to relax—another steep drop lay just ahead.
Su Yang turned and saw Pan Ning and Han Xiaoyu resurface near the riverbank.
Relieved, he held Su Qingci with one arm and desperately swam toward the shore.
However, the current in the middle of the river was too strong, making it nearly impossible to swim while carrying someone.
If they didn’t make it, they’d be swept down the next slope—though not as terrifying as the cliff-like drop earlier, the river was littered with rocks. Without the rubber boat’s protection, they’d be battered and bruised.
Su Yang could handle a few hits—his high physical resilience and new skills meant any cuts or bruises would heal quickly. But Su Qingci wouldn’t survive the impact.
Abandoning the attempt to reach the shore, Su Yang turned and swam toward the rubber boat a few meters away.
They weren’t far, but the slope was approaching fast.
With no time to waste, he shouted, "Hold your breath!"
Whether Su Qingci heard him or not, he immediately pulled her underwater.
Reaching the boat, he planted his feet on the riverbed and pushed upward, shoving the rubber boat with one hand.
Splash!
The heavy boat flipped back over.
As they resurfaced, the current carried them to the edge of the slope.
Su Yang quickly lifted Su Qingci and tossed her into the boat just as the water swept him down.
[Ding! Detected Su Qingci’s favorability toward host has increased to: 60 (significant rise). Reward: 20 million, +1 physique, obtained 1 skill point card.]
"Su Yang!!" Su Qingci screamed as she watched him disappear down the slope.
Boom!
The raging current slammed Su Yang into a massive rock. Thankfully, its smooth surface spared him from serious injury.
He grunted in pain as the water carried him forward—an impact like that would’ve knocked out an ordinary person.
Clutching his chest, he flipped onto his back to float. Behind him, Su Qingci yelled, "Someone help him!!"
The two rescuers had just pulled Liu Bo and Wang Xiaojuan into their boat when they spotted Su Yang being swept downstream. Without resting, they dove back in.
Liu Bo barely had time to speak before the current dragged him away.
The rescuers soon reached Su Yang, supporting him as they swam back to the bank.
Su Yang sat up, propping himself on the ground. "Thanks, guys."
"No problem, just doing our job."
"Su Yang! Are you okay?!" Su Qingci shouted from the boat.
He rubbed his chest and waved. "I’m fine."
"Hey, can you pull me over?"
One rescuer waded downstream, using a pole to guide the drifting boat toward the bank.
Su Qingci leaped out and ran to Su Yang.
"Slow down! You’ll slip again!"
She crouched beside him, worry etched on her face. "Did you hit your chest? You keep holding it."
Su Yang nodded. "Just a bump. I’ll be good in a couple minutes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, barely a scratch. No big deal."
"Thank goodness. You scared me to death."
The [Healing] skill was borderline broken—Su Yang could literally feel the pain fading rapidly.
He marveled internally, System, your timing is impeccable. Without this skill, I’d be hospitalized right now.
Upstream, Pan Ning and Han Xiaoyu finally saw Su Yang being rescued. Pan Ning exhaled in relief.
The moment Su Yang went over the slope, her only thought had been to save him—but she couldn’t abandon Han Xiaoyu either.
At least he was safe.
After ten minutes of rest, the pain in Su Yang’s chest vanished completely. He lifted his shirt—no bruising whatsoever.
This is insane. And it’s only level one? Imagine max level…
Holy hell, that’d be amazing!
[Ding! Detected host’s elevated mood. Reward: 500,000.]
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
