Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Chapter 415 Sudden Mudslide

The guards and servants in the convoy also reacted, and screams and shouts rose and fell.

Some people hurriedly untied their horses and climbed onto them; others frantically pushed the carriages behind them, trying to catch up with the procession in front.

Some people even called out to their companions, dragging those who were lagging behind to run forward.

Large raindrops pelted the straw hat and the car canopy, making a crackling sound that mingled with the roar of rolling stones from the mountaintop, leaving only a heart-pounding cacophony in the world.

The carriage that Shi Wanxia was in was pushed by two guards, and the speed was a little slow.

She held onto the car frame, watching the yellow, dragon-like landslide get closer and closer to the foot of the mountain. The murky mud had already overflowed the open space where she had just parked, and the gravel was hitting the ground with a "bang," splashing up sprays of water.

A stone the size of a millstone rolled past the edge of the carriage and crashed heavily into the mud not far away, sinking more than half a foot deep. The mud it splashed up almost covered the entire carriage.

"Hurry! Hurry up!"

Shi Wanxia bit her lower lip, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth.

She could feel the vehicle shaking violently, and the wheels almost got stuck in the mud several times. It was only thanks to the guards pushing forward with all their might that they were able to get out of trouble.

The jolting aggravated her wounds, causing sharp pains, and cold sweat trickled down her forehead, mingling with the rain and soaking her hair.

Wang Jinqian was terrified inside the carriage, her face pale, but she clung tightly to the medicine box and shouted urgently to the outside, "Miss Shi! Come in quickly! It's too dangerous outside!"

"I'm fine!"

Shi Wanxia responded loudly, her eyes fixed on the landslide's trajectory.

The mudslide was extremely powerful, and it had already spread to a place only a few feet away from them. The turbid mud and water flowed down the terrain to the low-lying areas, and it looked like it was about to catch up with their carriage.

Cui Jiu glanced back and saw this scene; his heart leaped into his throat.

He abruptly pulled on the reins, stopping the black horse. He dismounted, rushed to Shi Wanxia's carriage, and grabbed the carriage shaft: "I'll do it! You guys go help the people in the back!"

Having practiced martial arts for many years, he was much stronger than the average person. In a moment of inspiration, he pushed the carriage forward all by himself.

His dark back was taut and straight in the rain, and his cloth shoes were soaked through with mud and water. Every step he took sank into the mud, and he had to pull them out with great difficulty.

"Boom—" Another loud noise came, and the main body of the landslide finally rushed to the foot of the mountain. The huge impact made the ground tremble.

The muddy water, carrying pebbles, continued to spread forward, swallowing up vegetation and pushing rocks around in its wake.

"Keep pushing! We're almost there!"

Cui Jiu roared, sweat mingling with rainwater streaming down his forehead and dripping into his eyes, stinging them so much he couldn't open them, yet he dared not slow his pace.

Looking at the mudslide so close by, Shi Wanxia felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

She suddenly noticed a slightly higher mound to the side and quickly called out, "Young Master Cui, Cui Jiu! Over there! It's higher up there!"

Upon hearing this, Cui Yu'an and Cui Jiu immediately adjusted their direction and pushed the carriage up the slope with all their might.

The wheels slipped on the wet ground and almost rolled back several times. It was only through his combined efforts with the two guards who arrived later that the carriage was slowly moved up the slope.

As soon as I got a foothold, the mudslide behind me had already reached the bottom of the slope, and the turbid mud and water splashed against the foot of the slope, creating bursts of water.

Several pebbles crashed down the slope with a "bang," rolled into the muddy water, and were instantly swallowed up.

Everyone collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, still shaken by the apocalyptic scene before them.

The rain continued to pour down, washing over everyone's faces, but it couldn't wash away the relief and lingering fear of surviving a disaster.

Cui Jiu wiped the rain off his face, his gaze towards Shi Wanxia filled with gratitude and lingering fear.

If he hadn't listened to her, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.

Shi Wanxia leaned against the carriage shaft, her chest heaving violently. The pain from the jolting and tension on her body was so intense that she almost fainted.

As she looked at the churning mudslide at the foot of the mountain, a faint trace of relief finally appeared on her pale face.

Wang Jinqian quickly got off the carriage and helped Shi Wanxia up, her eyes reddening: "How are you? Is your wound hurting again? It's all my fault, if I hadn't wanted to get you on your way..."

"none of your business."

Shi Wanxia shook her head weakly, her voice hoarse, "The weather was already abnormal, and the landslide was unexpected... We're safe now, let's rest for a bit."

After recovering, Cui Jiu stood up and said to everyone in a deep voice, "Cheer up! The rain hasn't stopped yet, and nobody knows what else might happen."

"Let's check the vehicles and horses and the injuries first. We'll take shelter on this slope for now and make further plans when the rain subsides."

Everyone quickly responded, forcing themselves to stand up, and began to inspect the carriages and horses.

In the rain, the yellow mudslide, like a dragon, continued to flow slowly, as if silently recounting the danger that had just occurred.

Looking at the gloomy sky, Shi Wanxia felt that the road ahead was long and arduous, and that the journey to Chuzhou would be much more difficult than she had imagined.

The torrential rain pounded against the car roof with a dull thud, as if God were lashing the muddy mountain road with a thousand whips.

Cui Yu'an stood beside the horse at the front of the convoy. His black outfit was already soaked by the rain and clung tightly to his body, outlining the taut lines of his shoulders and back.

His hair was disheveled, with a few strands of wet hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, but he didn't even have time to raise his hand to smooth it down. His sharp eyes swept warily across the steep mountain walls on both sides. Under the cover of the rain, any unusual sound could be a hidden danger.

"Young Master, this rain is really bad. The mountain path is almost a mud puddle. Why don't we find a sheltered spot to rest?"

Cui Jiu's hoarse voice came from behind. He held the reins with one hand and wiped the rain off his face with the other. Every step forward in the mud was extremely difficult for the carriage.

Before Cui Yu'an could respond, a tooth-grinding roar suddenly came from the mountaintop above. At first, it sounded like muffled thunder, but in an instant, it turned into a deafening sound of boulders shattering and vegetation tearing apart!

He looked up abruptly and saw that in the gray rain, the vegetation on the mountaintop seemed to be lifted up by an invisible giant hand. The turbid torrent, carrying rocks and broken trees, was rolling down the steep mountainside with the momentum of a runaway beast, carrying a destructive force!

"Oh no! A dragon has appeared—!"

Cui Yu'an's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his voice trembled with extreme fear.

This is the local term for mudslides used by mountain people. Once a "dragon" appears, the mountains crumble and the earth splits, leaving nothing behind. He practically roared it out.

"Quick! Spread out and find cover! Climb to higher ground on either side and get out of the ravine! Hurry—!"

"A dragon emerges?"

Cui Jiu's heart skipped a beat. Although he was young, he had heard the elders talk about the horror of mudslides, natural disasters that could sweep away an entire village.

Without thinking, he suddenly cracked his whip.

"drive!"

The horse, startled, neighed loudly and struggled to break free from the mud. Under his control, the carriage rushed towards a relatively gentle slope on the left.

Inside the carriage, Shi Wanxia was enduring the piercing pain in her ribs.