Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1154 Unexpected Gain, South China Sea Healed (Seeking Monthly Tickets, Two Chapters Combined)

Dense forest outside the city.

"Brother Ling, please stay here and do not move. I am about to use my secret technique of telekinesis..."

Why am I all alone?

"It's inconvenient to bring you along."

“No, I’m asking why your wife was allowed to go?” Ling Xuan pointed at Long Eying.

"I already said it's a secret technique. No one but my wife can see it. Besides, I'm going alone. It's not appropriate for my wife to stay with you. We're a lone man and a lone woman, isn't it?"

"..."

They kept turning and twisting, but never answered why having him was "inconvenient," while having Long Eying was "convenient," what was the difference? Ling Xuan ignored them, landed in the treetop, sat cross-legged, and remained motionless to conceal his aura, lest he be discovered by the Gu worms of the Southern Frontier.

"Let's go."

With the water shimmering, Liang Qu donned the [Vortex God Armor], grabbed the smiling Long E'ying, and returned to the outskirts of Qinzhou City. He removed his flesh robe and handed over the Blood Fiend Divine Power and the corpse to E'ying.

"Fatty!"

The fat catfish poked its head out, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed Long Eying and the corpse of the celestial being together.

"Is the frog ready?"

The fat catfish curled up its long whiskers, forming a circle.

"Alright! Let's finish this quickly."

Transforming back into the monstrous fish, Liang Qu, aided by the [Vortex God Armor], re-entered Qinzhou City.

Vortex Palace.

The fluorescent jellyfish shone brightly, and on the dragon silk, blue cats and brown mice performed. Various musical instruments played non-stop, and a little otter sang and played instruments. Suddenly, it banged a gong and shouted in a pinched throat. An old toad grabbed a bottle of frozen watermelon juice, puffed out its round belly, spread its frog toes, and was overjoyed.

After spitting out the flesh of Long Eying and the Heavenly God, the fat catfish stretched out its whiskers and poked the old toad's belly.

no response.

Drill a hole with force.

Snapped.

The old toad slapped it away in dissatisfaction.

The fat catfish rubbed its long whiskers and rolled its eyes.

call out.

The jellyfish faded, and the shadows paused.

"What are you doing!" The old toad roared in fury, leaping and rolling two and a half times in mid-air, like a tiger descending the mountain. It pressed itself against the fat catfish's head, grabbed its long whiskers, spread its arms, and violently stretched it out. "You stupid frog, you fool, are you trying to rebel against this elder?"

The fat catfish kept wagging its fins.

“Frog Master, don’t be in such a hurry. We should give the little otter some time to rest so it can do a better job of dubbing, right?” Long Eying advised from the side. “Besides, there’s no time to lose. Liang Qing is waiting outside. It’s your turn to step out.”

The little otter lay exhausted on the ground, nodding repeatedly.

The old toad spends all day holed up watching shadow puppets, rarely having any free time except when sleeping.

"Alright, the usual rules." The old toad raised its right foot, spreading its five toes. "The treasures will be split in half, and the rest, one webbed foot, and a top-grade treasure fish, that's the price!"

Long Eying was surprised: "Weren't there four before?"

The fat catfish crept forward, extended its fin, pressed down on the old toad's foot, then lifted its hand and spread its four toes apart.

"Ah!! Traitor! Traitor! Execute him!" The old toad jumped onto the fat catfish's head, its frog head snapping back violently as it slammed its head against the ground. "Remove you from the frog register! Remove you from the frog register!"

boom!
Sneak all the way.

Liang Qu activated the Ruyi, shrinking its size to one-tenth of its original size, transforming it from a three-foot-long fish into a palm-sized fish of ten centimeters, which then waited underground for a while.

They finally connected with the fat catfish through their spiritual link.

A fat catfish with a bruised and swollen face has its long whiskers folded at a 90-degree angle, signifying that everything is in place.

"Okay! What's the next step?"

The old toad perched on the fat catfish's head, grabbed its long whiskers, and closed its eyes tightly: "Hmph, a bit difficult, but even more challenging. Tsk, Your Majesty, turn left!"

puff!
Liang Qu, clad in the [Vortex God Armor], emerged from the ground and moved slowly.

……

The Qinzhou government office, gardens and landscapes, a small pond of half an acre, its waters still and undisturbed.

Wow.

The iron hook sank, ripples spread, and soon subsided, attracting tiny koi carp about the size of a thumb to wriggle around.

The Great Shaman of Pandong sat upright on a rock, with a small branch hanging down and a thin fishing line, fishing for koi.

"Ok?"

"grown ups?"

The shaman of Pandong raised his hand to stop them, and the servants fell silent.

The small fish opened its snout and swallowed the fish food.

Pan Dong Dasha sensed a subtle emotion, much like the ripples that had appeared on the pond earlier.

Close your eyes and perceive.

In the Lingnan region, the three kings—the King of Nanhai, the King of Xingjin, and the King of Chong—remained stationed on the border of the Great Shun Dynasty.

On our side, neither the Centipede Shaman nor the Bone Shaman moved.

Looking further south along the Huai River in the Great Shun Dynasty, apart from the Martial Saint, all the kings turned their sides toward the Southern Frontier, as if to protect it. The Great Shaman of the Southern Frontier did the same, without any special unusual movements.

Unlike Grandmasters, Martial Saints do not fight constantly, even when two countries are at war. They usually only appear when the battle between True Elephants is at its most intense, have a brief clash, and then disperse for the rest of the time.

The martial arts masters from all sides have not made a move...

"strangeness……"

Pan Dong Dasha opened his eyes, trusting his intuition.

The Martial Saint is one with Heaven and Man; he can disbelieve in everything except his own intuition. Something is definitely going to happen, and it's unlikely to be anything good.

The vital energy at the front line has not diminished significantly, so there is no need for intervention.

The Pan Dong shaman had heard reports about the Liangqu incident, but there had been no action taken for more than twenty days.

It is not the perfect image either.

Could it be...

Is there something wrong with a younger member of the family?

Excluding all possibilities, the only thing Pan Dong Da Xi could think of that would disturb his peace of mind was his own direct bloodline.

Wow.

The fishing line swayed, and Pan Dong Da Xi lost all interest in fishing and stood up.

"Go and summon Master Wang immediately."

"Yes!"

……

"Left, right, left, right, right, left, right, stop, left, right, left, right, right..."

"I saw it, I saw it!"

Upon seeing the three large characters "Document Room," Liang Qu was overjoyed. After confirming that there were no problems, he flicked his tail and rushed inside to read through the files.

The bookshelves in the room were stacked high, with only two beacon fires and three guards, completely unaware that Liang Qu was swimming past them.

Fish Head looked through the books and down at the one below.

Normally, government offices categorize their files into different types, but the files in Qinzhou were a chaotic mess, whether because Qinzhou officials were overwhelmed or because they had been rummaged through by the southern border after the fall of Qinzhou.

I searched high and low, but I couldn't find the coroner's record from the beginning of the year.

"Half of the women died when Qinzhou was captured. The martial arts masters, in their looting and fighting, lost their sense of proportion and another half died. Qinzhou is only so big, and there are only so many young and beautiful women. Now, the city can't even afford to open a single brothel. There's really nothing good left."

Why must one go to a brothel?

"Oh, what do you mean, Brother Zhang?"

“A respectable family, living at the very back of Zuoliang Street. Her husband broke his leg, and she has an eight-year-old son. The other night I went there… she was quite nice, just a small hand to hold him, and a bag of millet would suffice.”

"Oh, I'm on duty tonight, so I can't go."

"That's a pity. It's really great. They even provide a wet towel to wipe you down afterward. Oh, we're here. I need to get back to work. I still have a file to find."

Whispers could be heard outside the window.

"Squeak."

The door was pushed open, and dust floated in the air.

The master of conversation entered, looked around, and pointed to the four gates: "You, find a record of the masters of the prominent families in Qinzhou, as well as the place of origin and family of each master."

"Yes!"

Liang Qu couldn't understand the southern Xinjiang dialect. He just watched as the clerk followed orders and searched through the files. He quickly looked at the files and, after confirming that they weren't what he needed, felt relieved.

After the master left, Liang Qu continued his work, occasionally following the old toad's instructions to stop and wait until it was safe before slowly searching.

……

"Great Shaman!"

The great shaman from Pandong arrived at the main hall of the government office.

“Master Wang excels at speed. Take the token and go next door to ask the Centipede Shaman if he has noticed anything unusual. If he has, tell the Centipede to be on guard and move around slightly. I will know. If he hasn’t, there’s no need to say anything more. Go to my house as fast as you can and see if anything has happened.”

"As ordered!"

The master accepted the token and turned to leave.

Pan Dong Dasha closed his eyes, the feeling of ripples in his heart sometimes present and sometimes absent.

He tapped the table with his index finger.

……

"...the year...the deceased."

"Hiss, that's it!"

Liang Qu couldn't wait to see the contents.

Unfortunately, the file was blocked, and it couldn't see it even if it went through it. This had nothing to do with eyesight; if you got too close, you couldn't see anything. You had to be at least a fist's distance away.

【Vortex Armor】carefully wrapped the dossier.

Light and shadow are distorted.

Liang Qu quickly pulled it out, flipped it open, and browsed through it rapidly.

"January, February...December, three people...murder and robbery in the street...haha, that's it!"

The time and place are exactly right, and it also has the unique aura of the official seal of Qinzhou, making it impossible to forge.

Make a small opening, roll up the dossier, and let the little otter swallow it deeply, stuffing it completely into its mouth and hiding it in its vortex.

"All done! Fatty, tell Frog King we can go now!"

"Charge! Stop!" The old toad shrieked sharply, yanking at the fat catfish's long whiskers, piercing through the link in a flash.

Dead silence.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and streamed down his face. Liang Qu stared intently at the boots that had appeared out of nowhere under the shelf, motionless.

"Great Shaman!"

Everyone in the document room immediately stood up.

"It's nothing, go about your business." The Great Shaman of Pantong waved his hand, went to the bookshelf, took out a file, and flipped through it as if it were a story.

The officials were trembling with fear and dared not move.

half an hour.

The Great Shaman of Pantong stuffed the dossier back onto the bookshelf, glanced at it, and said, "Alright, I've come to take a look. You guys go ahead with your work."

"Respectfully seeing off the great shaman!"

The great shaman of Pandong left with his hands behind his back.

"call."

"The great shaman has such a powerful aura."

"Of course, this is a pillar of the nation, equivalent to a king in the Great Shun Dynasty, so it is naturally extraordinary."

Liang Qu remained motionless, his entire body tense.

The Martial Saint of Southern Xinjiang actually came to the Scroll Room based on his intuition.

He doesn't even dare to contact the old toad now.

The clerks in the document room continued working, but Liang Qu still hadn't received any information from the old toad. He didn't dare to relax for a moment until half an hour later.

"down!"

Without hesitation, Liang Qu withdrew the [Vortex God Armor] and began to burrow underground.

"Left, stop! Left."

It stopped eight times along the way.

"rush!"

Liangqu emerged from the ground and sped out of the city.

The setting sun casts its rays, the scenery is infinitely beautiful...

They rushed to half of the city.

Ze Ding trembled.

Two wisps of blue-green energy suddenly appeared in the cauldron, circling the crimson-gold gourd and intertwining with the other seven wisps of energy.

Liang Qu's pupils dilated dramatically.

[If one obtains a wisp of condensed dew and merges it with the essence of ten thousand lakes, a spirit fish will be born, which can elevate one's status and bring about extraordinary effects.]

[If one obtains a wisp of condensed dew and merges it with the essence of ten thousand lakes, a spirit fish will be born, which can elevate one's status and bring about extraordinary effects.]

day!
Careless.

Is there a long-lasting breath in Qinzhou?

Inside the mass grave, the vital energy of heaven and earth suddenly vanished without a trace from the dew.

"How brave!"

The air wave exploded.

The government officials suffered excruciating eardrum pain, which caused them to bleed. They rolled on the ground, wailing in agony.

boom!
The column of air surged into the sky, startling birds into flight, and the world seemed to change color.

A streak of shooting star, enveloped in red light, burst out of the government office and sped towards the scene. Wherever it went, the clouds in the sky split in two, the pavilions were shattered, the ground cracked, and yellow earth was turned upside down.

Its immense power swept in, and the air suddenly turned into gel.

In an instant, Liangqu activated its Qi Sea, vigorously whipped its tail, and defied the resistance to burrow underground, desperately trying to enter the underground river.

Behind him, a massive hand surged forth, accompanied by a swirling gale.

[Travel a thousand miles on water!]
The essence of the Martial Saint is compressed, just before its influence reaches the surrounding environment.

歘.

The fish shadow disappeared.

A large hand holding an empty grip.

A large pit, spanning half a mile in circumference, suddenly appeared. There were no gravel or sand, the cross-section was smooth, and an underground river converged there.

……

"Ha ha……"

Liang Qu emerged from the underground river, still shaken and breathing heavily.

so close!

"How could there be a long-lasting atmosphere in Qinzhou City?"

Such strategic materials should have been moved long ago, so why were they left in an unstable area?

[Sweet dew condenses, nourishing all things. It cleanses the turbid and purifies, causing even the dry well to gush forth with spring water.]

In terms of efficacy, it is somewhat similar to the morning dew of the heavens, except that the morning dew of the heavens focuses on restoration, while the sweet dew focuses on "germination".

Seeing the effect of this long breath, and then thinking about the situation in Qinzhou, especially the number of two breaths.

Is it possible...

"Was this deliberately created in southern Xinjiang?"

Liang Qu was dumbfounded.

He hasn't forgotten that long breaths can be artificially created!

Chien Chung-yi's past breach of the dike was an attempt to artificially obtain the energy of disaster, including his "withered tree reviving in spring," which seems to be two sides of the same coin!
However, the allure of resurrection was too tempting, and Liang Qu dared not reveal the method.

He is afraid.

I'm afraid someone might do this on purpose.

The cost and benefits of disaster still need to be weighed, and it is quite different from a withered tree coming back to life.

Putting aside other matters, there are so many Martial Saints, more than enough to create disasters within their fiefdoms. Even if the withered tree cannot be revived and used on the Heavenly Dragon, the True Elephant is more than enough. Who is a lone wolf? There are plenty of disciples who need supplies. Even if there are lone Martial Saints, they can easily exchange them for resources.

Furthermore, Liang Qu himself did not find any other means besides Ze Ding to collect the spring energy from withered trees.

Not only does it extend to the air, but it also includes the fruit of the drought demon.

In reality, the plan for the Great Snow Mountain was also to artificially inject evil energy, only the scale of which varied.

Qinzhou is now in ruins, with many dead and injured, especially the Zhenxiang masters. The Southern Frontier will not let such an opportunity pass!
He then recalled another remark made by the chief steward when they first climbed the Moon Gazing Tower.

"The fruit is divided into three grades: small, medium, and large. The ways in which it is produced are divided into two types."

One type is naturally grown, which mostly produces small-sized fruits, and small-sized fruits alone cannot enter the furnace; the second type is self-developed, sprouting from a seed into a large tree, and the large tree bears small-sized fruits. Self-developed fruits are at least medium-sized fruits, and although they also cannot enter the furnace, they have a chance.

The drought demon is a minor fruit born from heaven and earth. Strictly speaking, the advanced Qingnu is also a product of self-birth, except that the "mother" will die.

Is the process of self-gestation simply the integration of environmental changes into the individual?

"When a supreme martial saint dies, all things are reborn; their vital energy is more abundant than the combined life force of an entire county or prefecture. Do they have that qualification?"

Liang Qu's thoughts raced.

Seeds, trees, fruit.

Seeds are simply meant to grow, to grow on their own...

"Sigh, this isn't the time to think about this."

Clearing his mind of distractions, Liang Qu turned a corner and arrived near Ling Xuan. He put on the flesh-colored cassock and spat out Long E Ying.

When I saw Ling Xuan again, he was no longer cultivating, but standing on a tree branch, gazing longingly into the distance.

"Brother Ling!"

The voice came from behind.

Ling Xuan breathed a sigh of relief; heaven knows how nervous he was when he saw the pillar of air!
He jumped down from the tree trunk and looked him up and down: "You escaped from the Martial Saint?"

"How is that possible? He caught up with me almost instantly!" Liang Qu pinched his thumb and forefinger together.

"Where's the stuff?"

"promise!"

Ling Xuan took the booklet and smelled a faint odor of saliva.

Flip it open and search quickly.

end.

Ling Xuan's pupils dilated: "That's right, it's this one!"

"Is everything settled now?"

Ling Xuan carefully placed the booklet close to her body: "Almost perfect."

"There is no perfect crime in the world." Liang Qu used Ling Xuan's words to mock Ling Xuan.

"So it's almost."

"Zijin is indeed Zijin; his words and actions are impeccable. Everything's settled. Let's go!"

He carried three corpses on his back.

Traveling day and night.

Leaving silently and returning silently, Ling Xuan bound the coroner's records and task book together in a sealed container and carried it on her back.

"I believe Brother Ling is also a professional in how to mislead the King of the South Sea, and he has his own methods." Since it is to mislead, it is certainly not possible to directly show the King of the South Sea the source of the corpse, especially since it is too purposeful. It is necessary to set up a scheme and hint at it indirectly. Liang Qu handed this difficult task over to Ling Xuan.

"give it to me."

Ling Xuan took it all.

Stabilizing the border region is undoubtedly a great achievement, and the more effort put in, the greater the reward.

It was the third day after the departure of the Purple Gold Cavalry.

Late December.

Rainy.

News broke into the camp that the King of the South Sea had suddenly "recovered" and was coming to comfort the soldiers at the front.

Moisture gathered into droplets on the leaves, which dripped from the tips of the leaves with a cheering vibration.

Inside the tent.

Liang Qu bent his knees, stood up from the prayer mat, walked to Lan Qi, brushed his fingertips across the shaft of the spear, and gripped Fu Bo tightly in the middle.

Uh-huh~
The dark gold shimmered and disappeared in a flash.

(End of this chapter)