Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 92 As the years turn, may the divine path prosper.

"Brother, where have you been? You missed the Thunderfire Golden Whip attack..."

When Wan Niang saw Chen Shun'an walking out of the alleyway unhurriedly, she couldn't help but complain a couple of times.

What I'm really thinking about isn't the fireworks, but who I'm watching them with.

Wan Niang noticed that Chen Shun'an hadn't taken his pipe, and casually asked him a question.
"Hey bro, weren't you going back inside to get some cigarettes?"

"Stop doing."

Chen Shunan suddenly laughed: "My pipe is broken too. From now on, I'm quitting smoking!"

Chen Shunan vowed to fight against gambling and drugs to the bitter end!

Upon hearing this, San Dezi and Liu Daoba looked at him with surprise.

His expression was even more astonished than when he saw Chen Shunan break through to the second-rate realm.

San Dezi asked in astonishment, "Brother Chen, you've been smoking for so many years, and you just quit like that?"

Chen Shunan said, "Why can't we quit? This stuff is harmful to our health and money, and it's a real troublemaker. Who knows, it might cause trouble one day. We might as well cut ties completely."

Upon hearing this, Liu the Scarface's expression shifted between hesitation and fierceness, before finally gritting his teeth and saying,

"I'll quit too!"

Liu Daoba understood perfectly well that everything Brother Chen did had a deeper meaning.

Follow him, you can't go wrong!

The women couldn't get a word in edgewise with the men, but Liu the Scarface's wife had a smile on her face.

Chen Shunan walked to Wan Niang's side, took her hand, and looked up at the last rays of the fireworks in the sky.

Wan Niang's ears turned slightly red, but she did not pull her hand away.

Time passed slowly, and everyone remained silent.

Until the fireworks faded and the moonlight shone brightly again from behind the thick smoke, it began to pour down its radiant glow.

This seems to signal the end of this year's Lingguan birthday celebrations.

People on the street went home one after another, and the vendors carrying their wares on shoulder poles stopped hawking their wares. Neighbors began sweeping the streets and cleaning up the scraps of paper scattered everywhere.

San Dezi, Liu Daoba, and the others also went back to their rooms to sleep.

In the courtyard, Chen Shunan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the bright white moon.

Inside the shrine, the ball of lightning had vanished.

It transformed into the 'Thunderfire Golden Whip' that exploded in the sky just now.

This can be considered as...

The old man's romance.

Chen Shunan's gaze was deep and unfocused, and suddenly a hundred thoughts raced through his mind, a multitude of ideas coming to mind.

The secrets of visiting saints in Qianning Kingdom, smuggling hibiscus oil, water-filled mills, the ways of gods, immortals, and martial arts.

The aloof scholar Ma, unwilling to enter officialdom; the Li family, who dared to take a gamble but were betrayed by acquaintances; Zhao Guangxi, burdened with debt but only hoping for a promotion to head lushan; Bai Manlou, who used killing to stop killing and plead for the people... and others...

Chen Shunan had a premonition.

An unprecedented upheaval in the Changbai Holy Dynasty seemed to be unfolding slowly before his eyes.

Right now, it's just a temporary period of peace and stability.

In the end, no one remained in the courtyard, only a sigh.
"As time goes by, all things are like dreams and illusions. May the divine way prosper... to protect the world."

……

"Red Fifth Brother, you've gone too far!!"

Tianxuan Saintess crashed through several towering trees, flying horizontally to the ground. With each step she took back, her blood and qi churned, and in the end, her mouth was filled with the taste of rust, and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Now, how can Tianxuan Saintess bear even the slightest resemblance to an immortal?
His hair was disheveled, his Taoist robe was tattered, and his sunken chest never swelled up.

Just as she was pulled down from her pedestal and her sacred robes were torn off, the higher she had been before, the more she fell into the dust.

This stark contrast reveals a hint of decadence and the eeriness of the uncanny.

And Hong Wuye was no better off.

His body was covered in blood, and his newly sewn coat looked as if it had been chewed by a dog.

Hong Wuye said in a muffled voice.
“I’ve said it before, I’ll be wherever you are. Unless you go back to Yueshan Taoist Temple.”

Upon hearing this, the Holy Maiden Tianxuan was so angry she nearly went mad.

It's like a stubborn plaster; you can't kick it away or kill it, it just keeps sticking to you!
Suddenly, the two seemed to realize something, stopped what they were doing at the same time, and looked in the direction of Wuqing County.

Feeling the continuous tremors, Tianxuan Saintess's expression changed drastically, and she said sharply,

"The Divine Might Purple Thunder Cannon? You actually dare to bring this into the capital? Wait a minute..."

Tianxuan Saintess seemed to have thought of something, and her voice turned icy cold.

"You've found Zheng Shicheng? You've humiliated me so much, you have no idea what this means... Looking up at the immortal traces, at the distant Mount Guye, how dare you mortals not respect the immortals?"

Master Hong grinned, thick blood seeping from between his teeth.
"What kind of bullshit Zheng Shicheng is this, this 'Destroyer of the Stove'? Aren't we all just people with one head on their shoulders? Who's more noble than the other?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another fierce battle ensued, with strong winds sweeping through the air and snapping large swathes of dense forest.

Unwilling to prolong the battle, Tianxuan Saintess, with a gloomy face, prepared to rush into the distance.

Hong Wuye grinned maliciously and strode after him.

Lao Tzu once said, "Wherever you go, Holy Maiden, I will go!"
Behind the two, in the vast night sky.

Suddenly, golden and purple lights appeared, and the dazzling display of light caused the moonlight to lose its luster, turning the bright silver disc into a gray haze.

The shadows of the two figures on the ground flickered, their whereabouts unknown.

……

Yinding Bridge, a large courtyard.

The courtyard was quiet; almost all the residents had gone out into the street to watch the fireworks and set off firecrackers.

Meanwhile, Ma Xiucai sat alone by the window, dipped his brush in ink, and began writing on ribbed paper.

He muttered to himself,
"This is the seventh translation to be returned. Today, Instructor Shen said that after review by all the officials, they still think the first version is best, and he wants me to revise it to perfection..."

But in the first version, the ruler of Qianning Kingdom, Qiao Jinxuan, was given many honorific titles, which made you gentlemen the most dissatisfied, didn't it...?

Suddenly, dazzling fireworks burst forth in the sky outside the window.

But Ma Xiucai was completely oblivious, ignoring everything around him, still deep in thought, until his head was buzzing and he looked haggard.

'Squeak...'

The door hinges turned, and the night wind blew in.

"Old man, I've gotten you a magic pill. They say burning it and smelling it will make you incredibly energetic, clear your mind, and sharpen your vision..."

Madam Ma lifted the curtain of the room and held a small gold-flowered snuff bottle in her hand.

It didn't contain tobacco flavoring powder, but rather a thumb-sized... Fragrant Heart Cleansing Paste.

Full of energy?
Upon hearing this, Scholar Ma curiously took the teapot, removed the stopper, and gently sniffed it...

"Ugh vomit vomit!!!"

Ma Xiucai's expression suddenly changed, his body convulsed uncontrollably, and he immediately felt nauseous and vomited up yellow fluid.

"Take it! Take it!"

Scholar Ma felt an instinctive aversion, even hatred, towards the Fragrant Heart-Clearing Balm.

It wasn't until Madam Ma, in her haste, tossed the snuff bottle out of the yard and fanned herself with a palm-leaf fan to dissipate the fragrance in the room that Scholar Ma finally recovered. "This thing..."

Scholar Ma was pale and his gaze was solemn. He questioned Ma Shi for a few minutes and learned about the reactions of the guests at Juxingzhai and Shaoshixiang Miaoxinqinggao.

He vaguely understood something.

"Nothing in the world is more harmful than this. It damages life, wastes money, ruins affairs, and destroys willpower. Its various evils are too numerous to mention. It is... a cancer that will destroy a nation!"

Thinking of this, Ma Xiucai seemed to see a bleak future, and couldn't help but burst into tears and wail.

Ma offered words of comfort, but Ma was at a loss for what to do.

As a wife who had shared hardship with her husband, she only knew about the mundane details of daily life and was oblivious to romance and poetry.

They were not interested in the thoughts and ideas of Ma Xiucai and other extraordinary people.

But Ma Xiucai couldn't live without her.

Suddenly, Ma Xiucai remembered something, his hunched body trembled violently, and he immediately got up, his eyes gleaming.

He had a brilliant idea!

Perhaps this malignant tumor can be eradicated, allowing the Holy Dynasty to reach the shore more smoothly, rather than being destroyed too quickly!
That was to tamper with the Qianning Dynasty's records and, in the name of the Qianning Kingdom, to admonish and prevent the circulation of Xiangmiaoxinqing Ointment in the Holy Dynasty!
They even made contact with the Qianning Kingdom, asking this foreign power to reshape the Holy Dynasty and restore its lost territories!

Although this matter is extremely risky, and leaking it would mean losing one's head.

but……

Even a group of bandits and outlaws possessed this kind of courage.

Why should Ma risk his life?

Divorce!

Tampering with the imperial edict!

The lamp wick flickered.

Scholar Ma found a small wolf-hair calligraphy brush and carefully and repeatedly copied the calligraphy of the Qianning era on draft paper.

Organize your thoughts, clarify your logic, and scrutinize the wording.

Finally, he picked up his pen and placed it on the original Qianning Dynasty book.

Lines of text were written, the ink becoming moist.

Scholar Ma dried it by holding it up to the candle flame.

But if you look closely...

You will then discover the habits of the characters, word combinations, and even idioms used in this letter from the Qianning Dynasty.

Their scripts are almost identical to those of the Holy Dynasty, as if they were siblings from the same mother and of the same origin.

Qianning, Qianning.

Qian represents Heaven. Heaven attains clarity through unity, and Earth attains tranquility through unity.

The characters "乾宁" (Qian Ning) are originally a concept from Taoist metaphysics.

How could it be a foreign name or a translated word?
However, between heaven and earth, an unnamed great force looms over all living beings, obscuring and hindering them.

Ordinary people cannot be observed.

……

Bewitching Bay.

The flames gradually died down, leaving only wisps of smoke.

The tattered deck drifted with the current, and large numbers of dead fish and shrimp swarmed and undulated.

The landscape of Mihun Bay has been completely altered, and the original ferry crossing has vanished without a trace.

A charred hand suddenly emerged from the water.

With all his might, Young Master Lu managed to grab onto a piece of driftwood and barely manage to climb ashore.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Young Master Lu lay on the ground, panting heavily, his chest heaving rapidly like a windmill, his face showing relief at surviving a disaster.

Fortunately, he carried with him a rare artifact from the South China Sea, a water-stabilizing pearl, which could control the breath of rivers and protect his body, allowing him to breathe underwater for extended periods.

It is a family heirloom of the Lu family.

When he sensed something was wrong, Young Master Lu dove into the water and thus escaped disaster.

Brilliant fireworks lit up the sky.

The photo revealed the deep malice and resentment in Young Master Lu's reddened pupils.

He gritted his teeth and said,

"You damned rebels! What kind of bullshit is this 'poor security in the capital'?! The Guolu Society? How dare they ruin the good deeds of my Lu family and the Twelve Factories of the South China Sea! You just wait, if this grudge isn't avenged, my Lu family will..."

"What does the Lu family want?!"

A sudden sound came from outside.

Young Master Lu craned his neck in a daze and saw a burly man with a black veil covering his face squatting on top of him.

The enormous shadow swallowed the moonlight and cast down, completely enveloping Young Master Lu.

The head of the Yizi Hall smiled happily.

"It wasn't for nothing that I deliberately turned back and waited here for so long; I finally caught the fish that slipped through the net..."

"Spare your life——"

Click!

The leader of the Righteousness Hall raised a black iron hammer and brought it down hard.

Young Master Lu's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering white and red matter all over the ground.

It seems unlikely that he will survive.

The leader of the Yizi Hall swung the hammer again and again before frowning slightly. He felt that the new black iron hammer was not quite right in his hand, as it felt light and flimsy.

He sighed and said,

"I left my caltrop hammer at the Kui Xing Pagoda, and I don't know which bastard picked it up. Sigh, I've even lost my weapon. I'm getting old... Hmm, this bead seems to be some kind of rare object? Hahaha, not bad, not bad at all..."

After saying this, the head of the Righteousness Hall, his face full of joy, vanished in a flash.

Moonlight poured down, the water shimmered, and the stench of blood slowly filled the air.

Whoosh!
The leader of the Righteousness Hall returned to Bewitching Bay, searched the area, and found that there were no more fish that had escaped. Then he disappeared again.

I do not know how long it has been.

Whoosh!
"Hmm? Looks like they're all really dead... Let's go, let's go."

In the distance, groups of people were already rowing over, approaching with suspicion and uncertainty.

Screams of alarm soon followed.

……

The news that Zheng Shicheng had been blasted to pieces quickly reached the ears of Lin Shouzhou and others who were on patrol.

Lin Shouzhou breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he finally didn't have to act anymore.

It was tough on his old bones. He was more than willing to fight and kill, but this kind of slacking off and pretending to be something he was doing was really tormenting.

Let's go pick up the grandson from Old Chen's place.

(End of this chapter)