Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1149 Frontline Contraction, No Martial Saint (Two Chapters Combined, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The moonlight was bright, and the shadows of people were scattered.

Occasionally a breeze stirs the waves, like a silver carp leaping high into the air, its reflection shimmering with cool light.

The soldier stripped naked, bit a gas insect into his mouth, jumped into the water, and swam to the bottom.

Two figures, one in red and one in black, stood on the rock, quietly observing the soldiers' movements.

Apart from people.

rustling...

The forest was a mix of light and shadow, and from the shadows came a low, continuous gnawing sound. A swarm of fiery red giant ants clung to the cliff, opening and closing their mouthparts to devour the rocks, turning them into a crimson tide.

Amidst the commotion, a giant red ant the size of a finger spread its wings, emerged from the crimson tide, landed on the index finger, and secreted pheromones.

Zang Yunzhou brought it to his nose and took a sniff.

"What did you smell?"

"All of them."

"All of them?"

Ren Ye frowned.

"Wow."

Zang Yunzhou put the red ants away and looked at the soldier: "How is the situation?"

"Reporting to the general." The soldier, soaked to the bone, knelt on one knee and reported the results of the exploration: "The total length of the fissures in this area is thirteen miles! The depth is immeasurable, reaching all the way to the rock layer. They are all cracks from which water gushes out in uneven ways. There are also seven deep pits distributed throughout, filled with water, in the southeast, northwest and southwest!"

Ren Ye turned her head.

Zang Yunzhou did not answer immediately. He stood up, took a deep breath, thought for a moment, pointed to the sky, and the giant red ant emerged from his red sleeve, flew over his fingertip, and fluttered its transparent wings.

"The one who came could fly. He descended from the sky and cleaved the canyon thirteen miles in one stroke. In almost an instant, he annihilated two people of the third realm, three people of the second realm, four people of the first realm, seven people of the Hunting Tiger, and several people of the Wolf Smoke, including Tianren Zhou Sha Yi Zhi. His flesh and blood merged into the earth and became indistinguishable from each other."

Black Cicada was on guard beforehand, and Corpse Fiend reacted quickly, luckily escaping the first wave of attacks. However, they couldn't escape the second. As they scattered and fled with the other six True Elephants, the enemy used water-based supernatural powers, seemingly possessing the ability to locate their targets, and almost simultaneously annihilated them all.

He paused for a moment.

With a flick of his fingertip, Zang Yunzhou sent red ants flying, then touched the still-wet leaves on the treetop above his head.

“It was raining at the time. This place is 160 miles away from the Red River, not far. Today the moisture is not thick and the temperature changes little, so it shouldn’t have rained. The wind and rain followed… It should be like my Red Tide Gu, a kind of information mining method.”

Silence.

The leaves rustled.

Upon hearing this, the kneeling soldier swallowed hard, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

The Curse Demon and the Corpse Demon, two of the twenty-four most powerful demons and the pinnacle of power in the Southern Frontier, perished in a single night, their deaths so rapid that they didn't even have time to wait for the support of the Five Poisons and Nine Deadly Poisons.

Corpse Demon Renze, that's the biological son of Black Water Poison Renye!
He just died like that?
He died in the forest, silently and without a sound... The soldier couldn't understand it at all. In his mind, there was no master more powerful than Gu, poison, or evil spirits.

who is it?

a long time.

Ren Ye sighed deeply.

"A terrifyingly magnanimous attitude."

"Yes, what a terrifying capacity for tolerance."

Zang Yunzhou squinted.

He unleashed two attacks in total, annihilating all sixteen True Manifestations, including three Celestial Beings.

Even a child knows that killing a single ant is easy; you can just press it down with your finger. But to kill a swarm of ants, you have to stomp on them with your foot or crush them with your palm. If you crush them too lightly, you'll leave many alive.

To wipe them all out in one go, one must have a lot of spare capacity when making a move, and use all one's strength. Thinking about it this way, the situation is extremely terrifying. The opponent actually managed to use that!
It makes one wonder if the Martial Saint himself made the move.

All of this leads to an extremely frightening fact.

Zang Yunzhou lowered his head, his features disappearing into shadow.

"I suspect there are two or even three people, but two is more likely. The one who used the water-based magical ability to locate the enemy and the one who caused the blood rain on the other side of Ha Long Bay at dusk should be the same person. The other party recovers their strength very quickly, so it should be reinforcements from Da Shun."

“No, it’s one person.” Ren Ye shook her head in denial.

"Ok?"

"Renze, being a Zhenxiang, did not sense the danger in advance. Instead, he was alerted by the Black Cicada. Only when the opponent is in harmony with the heavens and man can he reduce his own 'ripples' and do this."

Accompanied by wind and rain, able to fly, skilled in slashing techniques, wielding water-based attacks, possessing a perfect harmony with nature and an astonishing aura… these characteristics are certainly vastly different and difficult to combine into one person, but in truth, there is indeed one person in the entire world who can match them all, and that person is none other than Da Shun!

Zang Yunzhou felt a chill run down his spine.

My gaze traveled straight up through the crevice of the canyon, reaching the waning moon on the horizon without any obstruction.

He knew who Ren Ye was referring to.

"Is it really just one person...?"

“A remarkable person has arrived in Da Shun. The blood rain at Ha Long Bay was the announcement of his arrival, but unfortunately, none of us noticed.” Ren Ye turned to the kneeling soldier. “Did you hear our conversation? Hurry back and report to the chieftain, explaining the situation and battle losses. Shrink the battle lines. All soldiers of the Zhenxiang rank and above, whenever they travel, must always carry Blood Concealment Gu and be on guard at all times. Do not let anyone catch you again!”

"Yes, sir!" The soldier noted everything down, but one thing remained puzzling: "Generals, you still don't know... who we should be wary of?"

Ren Ye stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

"The First Marquis of the Great Shun Dynasty, Liang Qu!"

……

A crimson wind swirls and chases across the sky, leaving behind a rainbow of light, like a lingering sunset on the horizon.

The sun was high overhead, blazing fiercely.

Ling Xuan crouched low, pressed himself against the horse's back, his beard scraggly. He had traveled south from the capital, gradually shedding his thick fleece coat and donning a breathable and comfortable thin silk garment.

One in the south, one in the north, one in summer, one in winter—it's like two different worlds.

"Coming."

A corner of the map is flashing.

Ling Xuan put away the map and looked at the ground.

The crowd surged and jostled in front of the soup kitchen, some shirtless, their bodies exposed. Despite having no visible injuries, they attracted swarms of flies. These flies, black with white spots on their heads, huddled together and remained motionless even when they landed on their pupils.

Flies are the insects most likely to detect death.

Lower it further.

The sounds of children crying, officials shouting, women cursing, men punching and kicking, tiles falling and shattering... all blended together, and you knew you had arrived in Nanhai County without even looking at a map.

This is the current situation in the south.

The southern border region shifted the battle line from the Lucang River to the Red River, a distance of over a thousand miles, causing a large number of people to migrate north and east. Once they migrated, they left their homeland and naturally lost the land on which they depended for survival.

Population Population.

Every person needs to eat, and these needs all pile up in Nanhai County.

Along the way, Ling Xuan saw neighboring prefectures constantly procuring provisions and sending them south.

After scanning the area and determining the location, Ling Xuan silently withdrew his gaze. He was not a person who liked to be sentimental, nor was he someone who liked to waste unnecessary emotions, as that would only affect his judgment. He believed that people should just do their duty. Unfortunately, there were too many people in this world who couldn't even do their duty properly.

"Many mountains and rivers..."

The azure mountains stretch into the distance, and the white waterline shines clearly—a tributary of the Lucang River.

They worked tirelessly, day and night, without sleep or rest, without eating or drinking.

They even fed Chishan a large amount of pills for six days and seven nights.

I did not go to the South Sea King's Palace.

At such a critical juncture, questioning the King of Nanhai about the loss of Qinzhou would only increase distrust between them, and speaking rashly could be fatal to the current situation.

Regardless of the reason or the process, whether the matter is handled leniently or dealt with afterward, we must start with the details and find out the truth.

Let's go to the front lines first!

The master from Qinzhou must know this.

"Chishan, to the left..." "Great news! Imperial reinforcements have arrived! A great victory has been achieved at the front lines in the southern border region. Thirty-five Grandmasters have been beheaded. Marquis Xingyi is unparalleled in the world, having single-handedly killed fifteen and captured one alive. Corpse Fiend has perished, and Curse Fiend has been captured! Corpse Fiend has perished, and Curse Fiend has been captured!"

"Great news! Imperial reinforcements have arrived! A great victory has been achieved at the front in the southern border region, with thirty-five Grandmasters beheaded..."

"Hmm? Wait a minute!"

Chishan stood suspended in mid-air, breathing heavily.

Lingxuan stroked the horse's neck and gazed into the distance.

Under the blazing sun, a black horse left its silhouette as it crossed the shimmering White River and "flew" into the city, waving a victory report. Wherever it went, cheers and shouts filled the air.

So fast?
Upon hearing the name of Marquis Xingyi and the news of victory, Ling Xuan was quite surprised. Chi Shan's round trip took a short time with almost no downtime. Roughly calculating, Liang Qu had made such a contribution as soon as he arrived in the southern border.
Thirty-six Zhenxiang, how many could the entire Lucangjiang front line have gathered?

An extremely alarming proportion, perhaps approaching 10%!
Highly efficient, precise, and powerful, like a steel needle.

strangeness.

This scene seems familiar.

"Let's go see him while we're there."

Without having to work together or endure the torment of the other party's procrastination, Ling Xuan thought Liang Qu was a pretty good person.

It would be even better if the war in the southern border region could end sooner.

"go!"

……

On the Ha Long Bay front, the south bank was tense, while the north bank was celebrating.

The white ape died suddenly, plunging the world into chaos.

Xu Haitao and other frontline masters endured half a year of hardship, resisting pressure from the southern border on one hand and the imperial court on the other. Then, a counterattack suddenly broke out, like a spring breeze overnight.

The original plan was to attack one or two strongholds and kill half of the enemy, with an estimated result of only eleven, twelve or thirteen. However, Liang Qu and his wife appeared out of nowhere, and the result was expanded to an astonishing thirty-six!

Long Eying, Long Binglin, and Long Yanrui replaced Liang Qu in his original position. At the same time, Liang Qu broke free and charged around like a monster, tearing a shocking rift in the stalemate.

If the war hadn't continued, Xu Haitao would have wanted to set off the cannons to celebrate ahead of time.

Although it's unclear how Liang Qu managed to finish the fight without knowing who his opponent was, it doesn't matter; the heads are there for all to see.

A surprise attack reversed a significant portion of the advantage gained in southern Xinjiang.

The first move, an article, appealed to the hearts and minds of the people; the second move, a battle, yielded tangible results, greatly boosting morale!

"Third Prince, quickly try my South China Sea specialty, grouper."

"Mmm, delicious, delicious, delicious!" The little mirage dragon's cheeks bulged as it swallowed and chewed greedily, making a muffled sound. "Two more, please! I want the spicy flavor! Extra spicy!"

"Third Prince, Third Prince, after you've finished eating, tell us how Marquis Xingyi did it? My son is very curious."

"Yeah yeah."

The soldiers brought the dishes to the table and surrounded the little mirage dragon, chattering amongst themselves.

"Well, there's not much to say. My boss is too powerful. Things are too simple. It's just a horizontal and a vertical line! One shot and one slash, and everyone's dead. Not even a speck of dust is left. It's smeared all over the ground, just like when you have diarrhea."

The soldiers patted their bellies.

"What about the Twenty-Four Fiends? Didn't they have any exciting fights?"

"Same here! Either way, one shot and his gallbladder is pierced, his brains are splattered. Otherwise, do you think you're reading a storybook with a three-hundred-round battle?" The little mirage dragon said smugly. Although it hadn't witnessed it firsthand while following Long Eying, it knew its boss's consistent style. "Don't even mention sixteen Zhenxiang, or the twenty-four evil spirits. Even if the Five Poisons and Nine Poisons came, all fourteen of them would be taken down with one shot! Like chopping melons and vegetables, swish, swish, swish!"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Wei Lin passed by and glanced at the scene: "Five Gu and Nine Poisons, not fourteen."

"Huh, there isn't any?" The little mirage dragon raised its tail, lifted its four claws, and snapped them one by one. "One, two, two, three, yes, thirteen!"

sergeant:"……"

"Haha." The little mirage dragon flicked its tail and put its four paws on its hips. "Hmph! You must all think that I, the Third Prince, can't count. Actually, I did it on purpose. Five plus nine equals fourteen! Only Fatty would be so stupid. You firebird, you actually tricked me. Are you jealous that my boss is more powerful than you!"

Veins bulged on Wei Lin's forehead: "The Five Gu will be the strongest individuals from each of the five types of Gu worms: snake, centipede, scorpion, toad, and spider. The Nine Poisons will be the top experts from each of the nine major tribes!"

The little mirage dragon thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "I understand! The Five Poisons and Nine Deadly Poisons overlap!"

Wei Lin snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Stinky! Hehehe." The little mirage dragon stuck out its tongue.

In the big tent.

Liang Qu and others gathered around the sand table to discuss the next battle plan.

The fact that they were able to achieve such impressive results upon their arrival was mainly due to Xu Haitao's preliminary work, which essentially provided the missiles with coordinates. Once all three strongholds were destroyed, the remaining ones were not so easy to deal with.

We also need to observe how southern Xinjiang reacts after the situation escalates.

The only pity is that there is a martial saint guarding Qinzhou, otherwise Liang Qu could have directly stormed in.

"Yesterday's great victory will inevitably alert the Southern Frontier, prompting them to send out Five Poisons and Nine Deadly Poisons, whose strength is vastly different..."

"General Xu, how does your strength with the Five Gu and Nine Poisons compare to the Eight Beasts of Beiting?" a master from Southern Zhili asked.

Xu Haitao thought for a moment: "The Five Poisons and Nine Deadly Poisons of Southern Xinjiang, excluding the likes of the Sick Tiger, are actually stronger than the Eight Beasts of Northern Court."

"Why is that? The overall strength of Southern Xinjiang should be inferior to that of Northern Court."

"It's true that the overall strength of the Southern Frontier is not as good as that of the Northern Court, but the two types of titles have different scopes. The title of the Eight Beasts of the Northern Court is given to those who have made meritorious contributions when the Northern Court sent their best men to Shuofangtai to fight against the Great Shun. There are so many people here, and Marquis Xingyi participated in the great battle of the Northern Court. He should know that when the battle started, the Eight Beasts were basically all on the front line."

“That’s right.” Liang Qu nodded. “Rather than a title, it’s more like eight positions in the Shuofangtai. When Da Shun and Bei Ting go to war, they have to go to the battlefield.”

Xu Haitao continued, "The Five Poisons and Nine Deadly Poisons are different. They are the top experts in the entire Southern Frontier, selected from the nine major tribes. If the Northern Court were like the Southern Frontier, selecting all from the eight tribes of the Northern Court, then it would be different."

"I see. So, does that mean all five poisons and nine deadly poisons are on the front lines?"

“Yes, Five Gu and Nine Poisons, a total of eleven people. So far, we know that six people are involved in the battle, but right now…” Xu Haitao glanced at Liang Qu, “it will probably be seven.”

Liang Qu understood the meaning.

The father of Corpse Demon Renze, Black Water Poison Renye!
When a son dies, a father cannot remain indifferent; he will inevitably have to get involved.

The sudden appearance of a top expert on the other side didn't elicit much reaction from the crowd. After the incident of "not knowing who the Twenty-Four Fiends were," everyone had gained a slight understanding of Liang Qu's strength.

An immortal descended to earth, unaware of what year it is today.

Where does the moon shine?

"The clouds over the Western Ridge are just beginning to part!"

The command was given outside the tent.

A hot breeze bursts out, and sunlight shines through.

The tent curtain was lifted, and a soldier knelt down: "Reporting to the general, scouts have reported that the southern front is contracting! All the precious elephants from various places are converging on Ha Long Bay."

Everyone's expression softened.

"Good, good! Fortune's wheel turns." Xu Haitao was overjoyed. "We've been shrinking for half a year, and today it's finally their turn! Marquis Xingyi is the wheel of fortune."

They've consolidated their operations and focused on Ha Long Bay?

Liang Qu caught the key words and a thought struck him.

"By the way, has the identity of Zhenxiang, whom Marquis Xingyi killed, been found out? That's a huge military achievement." Xu Haitao laughed heartily, then remembered this and asked again.

"A portion." The sergeant lowered his head in shame. "Currently, we can confirm only ten. The remaining six are still being confirmed, but please rest assured, sir, there will be no fewer than ten."

"It's alright, I'm not in a hurry." Liang Qu waved his hand. "Don't let the scouts go too deep and lose their lives."

Military merits are just empty words.

He said there were sixteen, but he didn't bring back that many corpses, so he couldn't say exactly how many. Fortunately, Master Zhenxiang wasn't a common soldier; his strength was undeniable, just like that of high-ranking officials. His death could be confirmed indirectly; it was just a matter of time.

Liang Qu is more concerned about other things right now.

"General Xu, you said last time that there is no martial saint in Ha Long Bay, right?"

"Um...no."

(End of this chapter)