Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1125 - 469: The Arrival of the Water God Sect

Liang Yuan fixed his gaze on the woman, Wang Ping, and inquired, "You recognize Jiang Ziyin, don't you?"

Wang Ping’s complexion drained of color instantly; she pressed her lips together, clearly hesitant to utter a word.

Keeping her head bowed to avoid meeting Liang Yuan's eyes, she merely clung tighter to her young daughter, Yuan Weiwei.

Witnessing this, Liang Yuan continued, "What exactly is it that you fear?"

Pausing for a moment, Liang Yuan retrieved a piece of chocolate from the floor, stripped away the wrapper, and offered it toward the child. "Yuan Weiwei, right? Could you tell me if Dr. Jiang is someone your mother knows?"

Yuan Weiwei swallowed hard, fearing to accept the treat, and instead glanced toward her mother for guidance.

"Mom?"

Wang Ping clutched her tighter, shaking her head in a silent warning.

The girl recoiled and stepped back.

Liang Yuan observed the interaction with a faint smile, remarking, "Your mother's ailment won't be resolved simply by finding something to eat."

"Do you want to save your mother?"

Yuan Weiwei suddenly fixed her eyes on Liang Yuan, a spark of hope igniting in her gaze: "Can... can you really save her?"

Before Liang Yuan could offer an answer, Wang Ping interjected sharply, "Weiwei!"

Dragging her daughter back, she turned to face Liang Yuan, her voice dropping to a low, desperate plea: "Sir, please, do not torment my daughter."

Liang Yuan shook his head dismissively: "You know, if I truly intended to force your hand, I could easily exploit the fact that you two are each other’s deepest vulnerability."

"But I haven't done that. You should realize by now that it’s not for a lack of capability, but a matter of choice."

Wang Ping’s face went even paler, fully aware that Liang Yuan spoke the absolute truth.

Liang Yuan followed up, "Are you concerned that my search for Jiang Ziyin is born of malice?"

Keeping her gaze lowered, Wang Ping whispered, "Dr. Jiang saved both Weiwei and me. I vowed that even if it meant our deaths, we would never betray her or cause her harm."

Liang Yuan let out a light laugh: "I never imagined a civilian woman like you would possess such profound loyalty."

"Set your mind at ease. I am looking for Dr. Jiang to request her specialized aid, not to bring her harm."

"If you provide the information, not only can I save you, but I can also secure a safer sanctuary for your child."

Hearing this, Wang Ping looked up at him, her expression torn with hesitation.

Suddenly, Yuan Weiwei tugged on Wang Ping’s sleeve and murmured, "Mom, this gentleman seems like a good person."

Wang Ping instantly recalled how the girl had spoken of him earlier.

Had it not been for this stranger, her daughter would likely have been subjected to the cruelty of those men downstairs.

Her resolve began to falter.

Liang Yuan pushed the advantage: "Inside my shelter, a colleague of Dr. Jiang’s has already recommended that I track her down."

"I have no vendetta against her; I didn't travel all this distance just to harm her."

After a brief internal struggle, Wang Ping finally replied in a hushed tone, "I only possess a vague lead."

Liang Yuan prompted, "What kind of lead?"

"I... I can only share this secret with you alone."

Liang Yuan gave a slight nod and gestured: "Follow me."

He led the pair to a secluded corner.

With a wave of his hand, he deployed the Spirit Turtle Shield to ensure no outside ears could intrude upon their conversation.

"Speak now."

Wang Ping whispered, "She confided in me that the highest elevation in Linjiang City, known as Cangqiong Mountain, was where she intended to seek refuge."

"She was remarkably sharp; she reasoned early on that this deluge was no mere weather event and concluded it would likely continue indefinitely."

"She believed that only by reaching high ground could one's survival be prolonged."

"At the time, many dismissed her warnings and refused to accompany her journey."

"Why did you choose not to go?" Liang Yuan queried.

"I was already suffering from this illness and couldn't travel. Furthermore, resources were plentiful here then; superpower users were rare, and we all imagined we could endure for a long time on what we had."

Wang Ping fell silent, her choice to remain at the Ring City World Trade building—awaiting a rescue that would never come—now starkly evident.

Liang Yuan made no judgment. People with true foresight have always been a minority; no one had anticipated that mere heavy rainfall would metastasize into an apocalyptic flood.

Even strange mutated monsters and superpower users had appeared since those days.

Liang Yuan commit the name Cangqiong Mountain to memory.

The mountain straddled the boundary between Guangfu and Wuzhong districts, though the larger portion rested within the latter.

It was highly probable that Jiang Ziyin had targeted the section within Wuzhong.

However, the journey from their current location to Wuzhong District was daunting, spanning over seventy kilometers through treacherous urban terrain.

Furthermore, one couldn't assume she had successfully reached the summit.

Back then, she lacked a vessel like his, and with superpower users being such an anomaly, covering that distance would have been an monumental task.

Liang Yuan felt the sliver of hope dampen slightly.

He sighed internally, growing less optimistic about locating Jiang Ziyin.

After asking a few final questions, he concluded, "I appreciate the information. Regardless of whether I find Dr. Jiang or not, I will honor my promise to you."

"Tell me, are you prepared to join me, you and your daughter?"

Wang Ping froze, then asked, "To where?"

"Yangshan. I have fortified a shelter there. If you consent, I will relocate you both and provide you with safety and resources."

"I will also dedicate efforts to finding a cure for your sickness."

Wang Ping’s eyes welled with tears: "My illness isn't curable."

Liang Yuan looked at her directly and stated, "The world has shifted. Maladies considered incurable before the apocalypse might not remain so now."

A flicker of hope ignited within Wang Ping’s heart at these words.

Who, if given the chance, wouldn't cling to life?

Ultimately, she nodded, deciding to gamble. Staying at the Ring City World Trade was a slow wait for death, while aligning with this powerful stranger offered a chance at a future.

Liang Yuan escorted the mother and daughter out, taking the restrained Huang Guangzu—still encased in his ice prison—along with them.

The ice ball had been condensed to a smaller size, and inside, Huang Guangzu was gritting his teeth, fighting to stay conscious.

He had reverted into a glowing, fist-sized orb, radiating intense heat.

However, Liang Yuan’s ice, kept at a constant unnatural temperature by his own powers, remained frozen, trapping the man in a relentless stalemate.

As for the remaining survivors, Liang Yuan was indifferent. Few among them were innocent, and he kept Huang Guangzu alive solely to examine the man's peculiar abilities.

Just as they were crossing the threshold out of the Ring City World Trade building, a shadow soared overhead—an eagle crossing the sky at high speed.

Liang Yuan raised an eyebrow, spotting the bird.

He called out, "Come down here!"

The eagle descended rapidly, dived through an open aperture, and tumbled onto the floor, shifting into human form.

It was Tu Long!

The transformation left the onlookers, including Liu Mountain, gaping in pure astonishment.

Tu Long’s Tattoo Spirit Superpower allowed him to manifest a variety of tattooed beasts, a truly bizarre and singular ability.

To this day, they had never witnessed anything quite like it.

"Mr. Liang, multiple vessels are approaching this complex," Tu Long announced hurriedly.

Liang Yuan questioned, "Where are Nai Bai and Zhao Huiyao?"

"I steered the speedboat toward the foundation of the building, breached a window, and climbed in. They are currently securing the ground floor."

Liang Yuan nodded: "What is the status of those incoming ships?"

"From what I observed, they appear to be a unified fleet, all bearing the same insignia."

"What does the flag display?"

"A blue tidal wave."

Liang Yuan frowned, wondering if this force was significant.

Nearby, Liu Mountain shouted in disbelief: "The Water God Sect?"

Others crowded the window, their voices murmuring with mounting anxiety.

Liang Yuan stepped to the window, seeing several warships cutting across the choppy waves toward the Ring City World Trade building.

They were clearly modified freighters, and true enough, the masts were adorned with banners featuring a pulsing blue tide symbol.

Liang Yuan leveled a look at Liu Mountain: "You recognize them?"

"Yes, sir. That is the Water God Sect, one of the three major factions in Guangfu. The blue tide is their emblem."

Liang Yuan was surprised: "The Water God Sect has expanded their reach this far?"

Considering the proximity to their own territory, this was alarming. The sect was nearly seventy kilometers away in the heart of Guangfu.

Was their influence truly so extensive?

"What is their goal here?" Liang Yuan asked, perplexed.

Liu Mountain muttered: "This isn't the first time they’ve appeared. Their envoys have visited before, and our former boss, Huang Guangzu, held meetings with them."

"But the substance of those talks remained secret."

Liang Yuan’s interest piqued, and he turned his attention back to the confined Huang Guangzu.

"You’ve dealt with the Water God Sect before?"

Huang Guangzu gasped: "Set me free first, I am nearing my limit."

Liang Yuan sneered: "You want freedom? I will strip your defenses and plant a tether within your sea of consciousness."

Huang Guangzu’s expression shifted: "What are you intending?"

"Isn't it obvious? I’m ensuring you don't bolt the moment I thaw you out."

Huang Guangzu’s thoughts raced; he knew he couldn't maintain his state much longer. His energy was depleting rapidly, and failing to return to physical form would leave him vulnerable to the cold or the lethal atmosphere outside.

"Fine, I agree to your terms. But if I turn back to flesh now, I’ll freeze instantly."

Liang Yuan replied nonchalantly: "I have complete control over the ambient temperature, so stop worrying."

Huang Guangzu capitulated.

Within the icy sphere, he focused his effort to revert his head to a physical state.

As his skull solidified, frost crept along his brow. He shivered violently.

Suddenly, a surge of spiritual power hammered into his mind.

He felt, with sickening clarity, something being embedded deep in his awareness. Then, with a sudden crack, the ice imploded.

Huang Guangzu scrambled out, his light form pulsating brightly, momentarily lighting up the room.

Though he possessed the power to strike back, he dared not. He solidified his body completely, staggering as he stood, his complexion ghastly.

When he looked at Liang Yuan again, his eyes were filled with unconcealed terror.

"How should I refer to you?"

He didn't dare test what had been placed in his mind—it was a futile endeavor.

Liang Yuan replied simply: "I am Liang. You may call me Mr. Liang."

Huang Guangzu bowed stiffly: "Understood, Mr. Liang."

"If I cooperate, will you grant me my life?"

Liang Yuan gave him a cold look: "If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have bothered with all these theatrics."

Huang Guangzu felt a sting of humiliation, a sensation he hadn't tasted in a long time. However, now was not the time for pride.

"Tell me, what do you wish to know?"

"Why is the Water God Sect here?"

Huang Guangzu answered, "To proselytize, recruit followers, and to investigate the rumored location of Spirit Jade Island."

"Spirit Jade Island?"