Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1155 The Rainstorm Has Not Yet Subsided (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month, Two Chapters Combined)

The fact that the severely injured King of the South Sea has finally recovered is undoubtedly a great thing that boosts morale.

Outside the tent, figures moved about, cheering and jumping for joy. As the carriages and horses moved, small water droplets on the leaves gathered together and fell with a pattering sound onto the tarpaulin on the tent roof, like another light rain.

With his five fingers gripping the gun barrel tightly, Liang Qu looked at Otter Open.

"What's today's date?"

Otter climbed off the blanket, pulled out a yellowed calendar, and circled it with its paw.

"Phew, it's almost the end of the thirtieth month. February 4th is the Beginning of Spring, February 16th is Lunar New Year's Eve, February 17th is the Lunar New Year... Spring rain awakens the earth, spring equinox brings clear skies and Grain Rain, summer is full, awns are in full bloom and the heat is intense... The first sign is the east wind thawing the ice, the second sign is the hibernating insects beginning to stir, the third sign is the fish rising to the surface carrying ice, truly full of vitality..."

"Reporting to Marquis Xingyi, the Prince of Nanhai has recovered from his injuries and has arrived by carriage. He has slaughtered cattle and sheep and, together with several prefects, has come to comfort the soldiers at the front. General Xu invited Marquis Xingyi to join in the welcome. I wonder..."

The soldiers outside the tent respectfully requested instructions.

Click.

Lan Qi was empty, Liang Qu grabbed the undulating waves, spun it three times, and the Ruyi scepter shrank to three feet, which he then fastened to his waist and lifted the curtain.

"take me."

"Yes!"

……

"Great Shaman? Why have you arrived? You didn't send anyone to inform me..."

On the south bank of the Red River, in the Southern Frontier Camp, the arrival of the Great Shaman was equally alarming. The General and the Five Poisons and Nine Deadly Poisons gathered together to receive him with utmost care.

The centipede shaman sat at the head of the table, eyes closed and silent, while everyone looked toward the steward beside him.

"Just in case," the steward said succinctly.

"Could it be..."

Upon hearing this, everyone understood immediately and unconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons.

Zang Yunzhou and Ren Ye exchanged a glance and gazed at the red mist on the opposite bank.

People are in the valley, unable to see the vastness of the world.

Only mountains can be seen.

"All troops on alert!"

"All troops on alert."

The banks of the Red River were bustling with activity.

……

The earth was flat, the trees were stripped bare, and the wheels rolled on.

Cart after cart of abundant supplies were delivered to the camp, including live animals, fruits, and medicinal herbs. The cooks prepared beef and mutton to entertain the entire army. There were also thousands of precious fish, which were steamed and drizzled with oil according to their grade and served to the tables of generals at all levels.

The otter opened the lid, and while the cook wasn't looking, it hooked its paw and quietly snatched two fish from the fish basket.

"'The neighboring enemy invaded our territory, swift and brave as a flying monkey. We fought them with all our might, each one fighting against a hundred.' Gong Qianqing, the prefect of Baishui Prefecture in Lingnan, has met with all of you soldiers today. I thank you for your selfless bravery and your desperate fight against the enemy. I admire you all! I raise a toast to you!"

"Our ancestral territory must be defended to the death; not an inch of it should be given to others. Prefect Gong, you are too kind."

"Thank you for the precious fish, Prefect Gong."

"Not at all, not at all. The soldiers just need to focus on fighting the enemy on the front lines. Prefect Gong has a lot more to consider. Stable logistics can't be achieved without Prefect Gong's help!"

Upon hearing this, Gong Qianqing almost choked on the wine she was holding in her mouth.

He's here to make a name for himself, not to show off. Especially since his own family knows his own situation, is this a compliment or an insult?
Look at the person who is speaking.

Gong Qianqing looked him up and down, and was startled.

Such a tall person! The average person is considered tall at five feet five inches, but this person is at least seven feet tall. Is this even human?

"This soldier is quite burly; I wonder where he comes from..."

Long Yanrui ate his rice in large mouthfuls without looking up. A soldier standing nearby, feeling awkward, immediately introduced him: "This is Long Yanrui, a native of Jianghuai. He followed Marquis Xingyi and came from Pingyang to support us. In terms of origin, he is from Southern Zhili."

"Good, Southern Zhili is good, the most fertile land under heaven! 'I am a barbarian son, I do not understand the songs of the Han people. A strong man needs a fast horse, a fast horse needs a strong man. Let the imperial carriage tread beneath the yellow dust, and then we will distinguish male from female!'"

I have long heard of the Dragon People's illustrious name, their extraordinary talents, and their handsome men and beautiful women. It's a pity I've never been to Southern Zhili. Seeing them today, I can confirm it's true. I, Gong, hereby express my gratitude to the brave man for his assistance.

Long Yanrui didn't look up and continued to eat heartily.

Gong Qianqing felt that this dragonman was a big, simple-minded guy. Perhaps he had lived in the Jianghuai region for a long time and rarely came ashore, so he did not understand the basic etiquette of the human race. Or perhaps he was isolated from the world, had never attended a private school, and could not understand human language. Then he remembered something else.

The dragon people came with the Marquis of Xingyi, so...

He was the most romantic and dashing man in the world.

Gong Qianqing's spirits lifted, and he raised his wine cup high: "I wonder if the Marquis of Xingyi is also here? Eighteen hunting tigers, two dozen elephants, the Southern Frontier and the Northern Court all revere him like a god. With his own strength, he repelled a million soldiers. I, Gong, have long admired him..."

"Your Excellency, this is the Marquis of Xingyi." The soldier pointed to Liang Qu, who was to Long Yanrui's right.

"Good!" Gong Qianqing's eyes shone brightly, and she brought out the wine pot and poured the wine herself. "'With jade hair and green eyebrows, Liang Lang is a true man.' It is my great honor to meet Marquis Xingyi today."

The bubbles of wine swirled in the air.

Liang Qu crossed his arms and said, "I don't drink."

Gong Qianqing was taken aback, but quickly and smoothly poured out the wine in the cup and replaced it with tea.

"I don't drink tea either."

Gong Qianqing realized something was amiss, but remained calm and said, "That's true. In the South, there are fine trees and good teas that have distinct flavors in each of the four seasons. This is in Jiangnan, not Lingnan. Lingnan is like summer all year round. Marquis Xingyi is from Pingyang. Jiangnan has beautiful scenery, so it's normal that he's not used to the tea. Then eat more vegetables, eat more vegetables."

Gong Qianqing had hoped to make an acquaintance with Liang Qu and the renowned Marquis of Xingyi. If the Marquis could put in a good word for her, her current troubles would be nothing. Now, for some unknown reason, she was met with indifference. Gong Qianqing offered a polite remark and quickly withdrew.

"I don't eat anything while collecting blood from mayflies in southern Xinjiang."

Dang~
The porcelain bowl spun around as Long Yanrui wiped his hands, then smashed the gnawed bone into the porcelain plate with a crisp sound.

Xu Yuelong and Wei Lin, who were at the next table, looked up.

The scene was awkward for a moment.

Gong Qianqing glanced at the fish head on the plate and immediately understood that this was more than just a cold face; it was a deliberate attempt to embarrass him.

The surrounding masters looked at each other in bewilderment.

What happened? Did Gong Qianqing offend the Marquis of Xingyi?

Locals in Lingnan have all heard of Gong Qianqing. It is said that he has some connection with the King of the South China Sea and is the youngest son of the King of the South China Sea's sister.

Uncles love their nephews, aunts love their nieces; the bond between uncles and aunts is strong and enduring, like blood ties. This person has an immense background, and the condolences all come along. As grandmasters, they all have to smile obsequiously at this prefect during the banquet. But the powerful one is the Prince of the South Sea, not Gong Qianqing.

The devil may be one foot tall, but the righteous are ten feet tall. I want to challenge a legendary master like Marquis Xingyi, a hero of our time...

Insufficient.

If Gong Qianqing really did something to offend Marquis Xingyi, the Prince of Nanhai would grab him by the ear and make him come to apologize.

With a serious expression, Gong Qianqing put down her wine cup, dusted off her sleeves, clasped her hands in a gesture of respect, and bowed deeply.

"I, Gong, have long admired the Marquis of Xingyi and have always taught the younger generation in my family to regard him as a role model. Now that I have met him, I fear that some petty people may cause trouble and lead to some misunderstandings. I do not seek to clear up the misunderstandings immediately, but I only hope that no matter what I do, right or wrong, the Marquis of Xingyi will not be displeased because of me and thus delay the war."

The surrounding masters looked puzzled, their curiosity growing.

First meeting? How did you offend them?

Could it be...

Some people couldn't help but turn their necks and look around.

Who in the world does not know you? You are famous in all four directions: Liangqu South Zhili, Southern Xinjiang, and Northern Ting. The western Hantai Prefecture is no exception, leaving behind a formidable reputation.

It is said that during one of Lanhu's visits home, a young member of the Bai family, the most powerful local tyrant in Hantai, was so infatuated with Lady Long that he didn't even take any action. His eyes were filled with greed, and from childhood to old age, he was ruined by Liang Qu. Afterwards, the court only gave him a minor demotion and suspension of salary, and he was quickly promoted back due to his military achievements in Beiting.

strangeness.

Take a look around.

The fairy-like Madam Long didn't come to the banquet today, so Gong Qianqing had nowhere to see her.

Liang Qu leaned back in his chair, while Gong Qianqing remained bowing deeply.

Xu Yuelong chuckled, while Wei Lin glanced at him sideways, realizing he knew the inside story, and snorted coldly.

half an hour.

Liang Qu waved his hand.

Gong Qianqing felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She bent down three inches further, did not get up immediately, but took three steps back with her body bent before turning around and leaving.

Long Yanrui asked quietly, "Brother-in-law, are we just going to let him go like this?"

"Given his attitude, there's nothing else we can do." Liang Qu picked up his chopsticks to eat, and immediately a master chef from across the table brought the dish closer.

We can't just kill Gong Qianqing on the spot. Ling Xuan has gone to great lengths to mislead the King of the South Sea and make him "cured." Before things really go smoothly, we can just tease him a little and there's no need to add any more trouble.

"Lord Xingyi, is there some misunderstanding between you and Gong Qianqing?" a grandmaster asked from the side.

"Maybe."

Seeing that Liang Qu had no intention of explaining, no one pressed him for an explanation, fearing that speaking up would offend him.

"call."

Leaving the main tent, Gong Qianqing took a deep breath. He didn't linger, quickly walking a hundred paces to make sure no one could easily overhear their conversation, then smashed a large tree in half with his fist: "What exactly happened? Where did I offend Marquis Xingyi?"

The guard was ashamed: "This subordinate was unaware. It is said that Marquis Xingyi is a kind and benevolent person, and should not act in this way..."

"That's how it is now!"

The guard racked his brains, then a brilliant idea struck him: "It's rumored that Marquis Xingyi came from a poor background. Could it be that he's heard something?"

"Phew." Gong Qianqing took another breath, composed herself, and said, "Go investigate!"

"Yes! Should we tell the King of the South Sea about this?"

Gong Qianqing shook his head, waved his sleeves and put his hands behind his back: "It's nothing more than a little unpleasantness and a bit of embarrassment. They're not students who, after being wronged, go back crying and calling their elders. Investigate it. Tell me what you find. If you can resolve it, then resolve it. If you can't find out, or if you can't resolve it, then let this matter end here. Consider it my fate not to have met Marquis Xingyi." "Yes, sir."

Gong Qianqing stroked his beard.

A few moments.

He shook his head, led his personal guard to hand him a wine jug, and stepped into the next camp.

……

Both banks of the Red River are on high alert.

The Prince of Nanhai did not stay long, and even avoided showing his face to avoid suspicion. During the three days, he was mostly entertained and arranged by several prefects, including Gong Qianqing.

Fourth day.

The King of the South Sea and the Centipede Shaman both left the front lines one after the other.

The patrolling soldiers all breathed a sigh of relief.

If the Martial Saint makes a move, even the slightest mistake could harm innocent bystanders.

No one knows if, in the next instant, the two sides clash and one of them dies in the aftershocks.

As the Zhenxiang contracted, the smoke signals and the hunting tigers continued to surge in the dense forest, ambushing and assassinating each other, eliminating manpower, and gathering intelligence. Furthermore, fugitives from the no-man's-land were given bounties and transformed into legitimate identities.

The curtain was lifted.

"General Xu."

"Lord Xingyi!" Xu Haitao stood up to greet him. "Is there something important? I heard that you and Prefect Gong had a misunderstanding yesterday. It's better to resolve a feud than to let it fester. If Lord Xingyi is willing, I'd like to host a dinner and act as a bridge for you two to reconcile. Prefect Gong should apologize and make amends. What do you say?"

"We'll talk about that later."

"Very well." Xu Haitao thought to herself that it was a pity. Hearing this, she knew that a reconciliation between the two was unlikely. "Did the Marquis of Xingyi come for other matters?"

Liang Qu stared at the sand table: "Has the Centipede Shaman left?"

"The King of the South Sea has sent word that the Centipede Shaman has departed."

Liang Qu got straight to the point: "I'm preparing a night attack on the south bank of the Red River! I need General Xu's overall coordination and the organization of Zhenxiang to provide support at any time and expand the results of the battle."

Xu Haitao's pupils dilated: "Tonight? With the arrival of the Martial Saint, the atmosphere has been tense for three days. Tonight is the perfect opportunity for a sneak attack..."

"Not tonight!"

……

"still none?"

"No……"

Inside the large tent, prominent masters from the Southern Frontier gathered together.

Bone Demon E Qirui frowned: "How is that possible? Could it be that Da Shun has discovered a secret technique to break the mayfly's blood-collecting ability?"

"I heard that Da Shun prepared herbal sachets. Could it be that the sachets slowed down the collection process?"

“No, the mayflies given to Liangqu were cultivated by the Great Shaman himself. It was the only one available and could withstand the herbal formula of the Great Shun.” Zang Yunzhou shook his head.

By collecting blood from mayflies, one can obtain the aura of a grandmaster in two to three months. The "Thousand Mile Soul Chase" method is divided into four to five stages, meaning it can be collected once every half month. Once all the blood is collected, one can sense the location.

Da Shun used herbs to extend the time to half a year, which was indeed effective. Currently, the support masters from Nanzhili have been there for a month, and only three masters have been collected in the first stage. However, Liang Qu is an exception, and he deserves to be specially researched by the shaman to create a special version, just to collect Liang Qu's Qi as soon as possible and grasp his location.

but……

In a month, at least two segments should have been collected, but so far, nothing has been collected.

The first time was an accident, the second time...

According to the spies, Liang Qu has not been avoiding eating and drinking for the past month and has been having a meal every few days.

"Did Da Shun really crack the mayfly's secret?"

“No, I’m more inclined to believe that Liang Qu is an exception.” Ren Ye shook his head. “If it was truly Da Shun who cracked the code, why were three other people collected when they were also part of the support team? This suggests that Liang Qu is special and that his methods are mostly unreplicable.”

"He controlled his metabolism?"

The crowd was shocked and in an uproar.

Humans are constantly metabolizing; if they stopped metabolizing, wouldn't that be equivalent to immortality?
The First Marquis of the Great Shun Dynasty.

Bone Demon E Qirui's eyes flickered repeatedly.

Furthermore, the Southern Frontier Master realized an even more terrifying problem.

"What if we can't grasp Liang Qu's aura? Are we just going to keep hiding like this?"

“No need.” Ren Ye tapped the sand table. “We can deduce the connection from other people, such as his wife Long Eying and the aquatic beasts he kept. These people are closely related.”

"It's too dangerous. If we get the orientation wrong even once, we'll lose badly. He has the strength to wipe out more than a dozen grandmasters at once."

Silence.

Plague Demon spoke up: "It's not bad that the battle line has reached this point. Taking over most of Lingnan is already the most fruitful result since the founding of the Great Shun Dynasty. As long as we can hold on..."

"National affairs have always been decided by the Martial Saint, never by the whims of a mere Zhenxiang!" Bone Fiend E Qirui roared in fury.

Crackling...

The tarpaulin spread out on the top of the tent made a muffled sound.

"It's raining?"

"squeak!"

The cicadas burst into a deafening roar.

"Enemy attack!"

The crowd's thoughts raced like lightning. They burst forth from the ground, and a gust of wind swept through, shattering the central tent into pieces.

Wow…

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Run."

"Ah, my spirit weapon, my spirit weapon, save me."

The rain was pouring down, and there was a lot of noise and commotion.

The obstructed view and the warning of the black cicada amplified the fear in people's hearts. The martial arts master's true energy flew, turning the tent into ruins and collapsing into the mud.

The rain pattered down on the ground and onto the tarpaulin, turning the world into a vast expanse of white.

Blackwater Poison's clothes were completely soaked with each breath. Touching herself, she was surprised to find that nothing had happened. Looking at the soldiers who were like headless flies, she roared angrily, "Quiet!"

The soldier's mind went blank for a moment, but once it was filled again, he heard nothing unusual except for the sound of cicadas.

"What's going on? Who can explain?" Zang Yunzhou, the Red Water Poison, grabbed a tiger-hunting collar.

"I was on patrol when the cicadas suddenly started chirping..."

Looking at the other masters, they were all the same.

No enemy attack?

"It's rain!" Plague Fiend exclaimed, rubbing his damp fingers together. "This isn't ordinary rain; it's man-made, triggering a ritual response that has implicated the Black Cicada!"

Man-made?

Everyone looked up as large raindrops shattered in the air, splashing onto their faces.

Da Shun wants to lull them into a false sense of security!
"How far does it cover? Report back immediately!"

"Yes!"

Order was gradually restored in the military camp.

Hunting Tiger mounted his large horse and galloped away at full speed.

It took about 15 minutes.

The horse's hooves slipped and it knelt down; the tiger leaped off its back.

"Reporting to the General, the distance stretches from the opposite bank of the Red River all the way to the south of the north bank, more than 150 li!"

More than 150 li!
"How is this possible!" Plague Demon exclaimed.

"It's possible!" Ren Ye shook off the water vapor from her body. "All troops, be on alert!"

Black cicadas perch on trees.

Three hours later.

"Is there any way to stop this damn cicada from chirping?" the soldier said irritably, feeling that his ears could no longer tolerate any other sounds.

"What kind of method is this? Is it really possible for someone to make the rain keep falling?"

Zang Yunzhou and Ren Ye watched as the Red River's water level rose sharply.

This is a rainstorm.

Three hours of torrential rain.

The soil in the camp completely collapsed and turned into a swamp.

The rain never stops, the cicadas never cease, and we cannot relax our vigilance for a moment.

"Could it really rain for three days straight?"

Zang Yunzhou frowned.

Three days flew by.

The torrential rain has not stopped.

(End of this chapter)