Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1161 Chase, Catch Up (Two Chapters Combined)

Rain patters on the banana leaves, making them appear vibrant and green.

The otter extends its claws, snaps off the stem at the base, picks a large banana leaf, places it on its head, and leaps into the rice paddy with a wide-in-narrow-out fish basket on its back. It wades through the mud along the paddy ridges, searching for eels, catching one and tossing it into the basket to save for an extra meal later that night.

The period of alternating hot and cold weather is when there is the most rain.

The two banks were shrouded in mist and smoke.

The soldiers of Da Shun and Nanjiang stood facing each other across the river, occasionally exchanging shouts and curses in the Jianghuai Mandarin and Nanjiang dialect, as arrows flew towards them.

The arrows shot by martial artists are no ordinary arrows; they are imbued with a powerful aura and create a deep crater with each strike. Often, watchtowers on the opposite bank, unprepared, are destroyed by a single arrow.

On the Da Shun side, destroying a sentry post is considered a great achievement, and the soldiers responded enthusiastically, almost turning it into a game. They went back and forth, creating quite a lively atmosphere. It is said that some skilled soldiers earned three great achievements in half a month, making them the most prominent.

Similar days lasted for about half a month.

"Hey……"

Close the battle report.

Meng Yi leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

While the southern border region enjoys a territorial advantage and appears prosperous on the surface, the reality is bleak and the frontline battlefield is like a quagmire.

Firstly, the morale of the troops was low, making it difficult to organize an effective counterattack.

Secondly, even if they were to organize themselves, the outcome of the counterattack could be predicted in advance, given the terrifying canyon at Ha Long Bay; there were no surprises whatsoever.

Letters were frequently sent into the camp from various villages. Before entering the camp, unless they were sent by the chieftain, all the letters had to be checked to prevent anyone from secretly passing on intelligence. The contents varied, but they all advised people to protect themselves and be careful. They were written openly and honestly, without any coded language. As the general, he dared not detain them, for fear of provoking even fiercer resistance.

Tap the table with your index finger.

Meng Yi turned around: "Hasn't the Blackwater Poison been found yet?"

"Reporting to the general, no, he has been missing since the battle. Some people noticed that Blackwater Poison fought with a tall woman on the Red River. We guess that woman was Liang Qu's wife."

At that time, Blackwater Poison acted recklessly, launching a dangerous attack on Liang Qu, which failed and instead exposed an opening. The woman seized the opportunity and severely injured him. Perhaps due to the severity of his injuries, he was using the Blood Concealment Gu to hide himself and heal alone.

"If it's for healing, why doesn't Blackwater Poison return to the Southern Frontier?"

The guard couldn't answer: "Perhaps Lord Blackwater Poison has his own considerations?"

Meng Yi remained silent, moved the stool aside, and went to the bookshelf.

There are no books on the bookshelf, nor is it necessary to put any books on it. It's just a shelf. On the wooden board, there are two bamboo and grass woven nests, and pale yellow mice are piled up inside, fast asleep. Their heads are pressed together, their fangs sticking out, and their two front teeth pointing upwards.

These rats are not "poisonous insects".

In southern Xinjiang, people raise Gu poison, and raising Gu poison inevitably involves raising rats.

Skilled Gu masters all have their own insect chambers for breeding and cultivating, often with hundreds or even thousands of Gu. Different Gu insects prefer different foods and environments. Raising them themselves is too energy-consuming, usually taking half an hour. They are not comfortable entrusting them to others, and the manpower required is also considerable. Therefore, they have developed the habit of raising house mice to take care of the Gu insects.

A single ordinary house mouse can be responsible for the "food and daily life" of hundreds of Gu worms at a time.

The house rats in Dazhai even have their own family lineages, specializing in selling rats in groups of seven or eight. There are elder rats in charge of command and strong rats in charge of work. They work together, and such a small family can raise more than 10,000 Gu worms.

Perhaps it's because I don't have a big brain and don't think too much.

Mice that only have this one job for their entire lives are more precise than humans and never make a mistake.

"You guys are so lucky. You eat and sleep well, and you feed the Gu worms every day. You don't have to worry about anything." Meng Yi grabbed a rat by the tail and lifted it up.

The mouse stretched out its limbs, a little dazed. Before it could fully wake up, it felt itself being put down. It wriggled around for a bit, found a comfortable spot, curled up into a ball, and continued sleeping.

"I've heard that Liang Qu of Da Shun also keeps a group of aquatic beasts under his command. They can sail boats, cook, provide music for shadow puppets, and even do carpentry. They are smarter than humans."

I think he looks more like someone from Southern Xinjiang than from Da Shun. Why don't we have the chieftain send someone to Pingyang to investigate his origins? Perhaps, tracing back three generations, he's actually from Southern Xinjiang.”

Konoe chuckled dryly, finding the joke a bit lame.

If someone truly has blood ties to the Southern Frontier, revealing it wouldn't make them turn back home; there's no sentiment whatsoever.

Sending another saintess to cast a love potion might offer some hope.

"Where's Bone Demon? He said he had something to do and went home. It's been three days. Has he come back today?"

"not yet."

“Strange…” Meng Yi lowered his eyes.

"Password!"

"Dog fighting in the muddy fields."

The curtains were lifted.

"Reporting to the General, the Centipede Shaman requests your presence!"

"A great shaman?" Meng Yi collected his thoughts. "Take me there."

"Yes."

What could it be?

"Meng Yi pays his respects to the Great Shaman. May I ask what business the Great Shaman has with Meng Yi? Is there a military order from the Chieftain?"

The courtyard was deep and secluded, with banana trees scattered about. It was originally the residence of a wealthy family in Qinzhou. After Qinzhou fell, it was given to the southern border region.

"This is not a military order, General Meng, please take a look at this." Centipede turned to Meng Yi, beckoned from under the tree, and pointed to the celadon basin in front of him.

Meng Yi took half a step forward.

The porcelain basin contained only a pool of clear water, nothing else.

If you look closely, the water even has a slightly oily sheen.

Ordinary people might not care, but as a frontline general, Meng Yi knew all about the various Gu worms. Even if he didn't understand them, he should know what they were just from the words of the Great Shaman.

Mayflies are invisible, intangible, and undetectable!
Mayflies collect blood in segments, which then fall into clear water.

The mayfly's blood-drinking technique targets Grandmasters, and among all the Grandmasters of the Great Shun Dynasty, there is only one worthy of the Centipede Shaman's personal intervention and summoning him here...

A flash of lightning pierced through the sea of ​​consciousness.

Meng Yi's breath caught in his throat as he stared intently at the porcelain basin: "Great Shaman, this... could this be Liang Qu's aura?"

The centipede shaman nodded, a smile on his face: "Half an hour ago, a group of mayflies suddenly arrived, extracted a portion of their energy, and put it into the basin. It should be correct."

pat.

The copper kettle in the pond overflowed with water, striking the rocks with a crisp sound.

"May our destiny be ordained by Heaven, and may our generations prosper! May our destiny be ordained by Heaven, and may our generations prosper!"

Meng Yi was incoherent, holding the porcelain basin, overjoyed.

An opportunity to break the deadlock!

An opportunity for a counterattack!

This quagmire is saved!
"It came back later than I expected. It took a full two months to get the first segment back. Da Shun must have given him special treatment. The mayfly I refined consumes a lot of precious materials and is almost unique. It has extremely strong adaptability. Once you get the first segment, the second and third segments will be faster and faster. Once you have all three segments, you can capture this person's aura. I'm giving you the information. You can decide for yourself who to tell and how to use it."

Meng Yi quickly calculated.

May.

No, the earliest is April!

After two more months of agonizing waiting, Liangqu will be completely exposed to their view.

At that time, the initiative will still be in the hands of the southern border region in the pursuit of the soul across thousands of miles!
Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it.

Liang Qu, you've finally been exposed!

Meng Yi suppressed his elation, carefully put down the porcelain basin, prostrated himself before the centipede shaman, and hurriedly returned to the camp. He first wrote a letter to inform the chieftain.

The key to the current situation lies in Liang Qu alone. Once Liang Qu is dealt with, all the previous pain will be just that – pain.

They have persisted for two months, so what's another two months? Such a great benefit will surely help the chieftain stabilize his rear and allow the hesitant Jiuzhaigou to provide further support!
After writing the secret letter in great detail, he handed it to his trusted confidant to deliver.

Meng Yi then summoned the Five Poisons, Nine Deadly Poisons, and Twenty-Four Fiends, intending to reveal a little information to them so they could relay it back to their own villages and stabilize morale.

"What is it?" Bone Demon E Qirui returned to the front line and saw Meng Yi's personal guards coming to find him.

"Your subordinate is unaware. General Meng said it was urgent military intelligence and summoned experts in Gu, Poison, and Evil. It just so happens that Lord E is returning today..."

E Qirui thought for a moment and said, "Take me there."

"Yes, Lord E, this way please."

……

One by one.

With a strong wind blowing, Liang Qu stood on the head of the fat catfish and instructed the finless porpoises to stay next to the Frog King, Turtle King, Sea Monk, and General Yuan. Using their mental links, they were able to pinpoint their locations. At the same time, he arranged the remaining hundred finless porpoises to be distributed along the road like positioning posts.

The construction of the vortex waterway is like "connecting water pipes". Each section of the "water pipe" is twenty or thirty miles long. By connecting these sections one by one, the water can rush from one end to the other.

The four demon kings were in different places, and there were only two strands of Xuanhuang Long Qi. Obviously, they could not do this. The total distance would be hundreds of thousands of miles, requiring the connection of tens of thousands of "water pipes".

Fortunately, the [Vortex Escape Path], which is an advanced supernatural ability, has the possibility of being "formed as one". As long as the location of the route is clear enough, it can be fully reflected in the mind.

The four branches converge at the mouth of the Yangtze River and the Huai River, running along the coast all the way to Linjiang, somewhat like a back scratcher.

"call."

As his breath flowed, Liang Qu calmed his mind and linked all the water beasts together, as if connecting dots to form a line. With a thought, all the dots lit up instantly.

In an instant, Liang Qu's consciousness seemed to be transmitted through the narrow cable, traveling at the speed of light.

boom!
Qi Hai plummeted!

The immortal island, high above, had a sea of ​​qi that was already eight thousand times stronger than the real thing, and in the blink of an eye, half of it was severed! And it was rapidly descending!
Four thousand, three thousand eight, three thousand six...

"Damn it." Liang Qu was greatly alarmed.

Seeing that the Qi Sea was depleted, he quickly used the Water Essence from the Ze Ding.

Two million essences evaporated in an instant.

[Owner of the tripod: Liang Qu]

[Refine Ze Ling: Water Ape Great Sage (Orange) (Fusion Rate: 50.5%)↑]

[Water Essence: 140,000]

The Qi Sea level dropped to 3,000, stopped falling, rose slightly, then fell again, and then maintained a balance between inflow and outflow.

Liang Qu was secretly alarmed.

"【Vortex Escape Path】 consumes so much? No, perhaps it's simply because the journey is too long..."

The vast expanse of the Yangtze and Huai rivers stretches for thousands of miles.

From the vast marshes of the Yangtze and Huai Rivers to the southern frontier, the distance is unimaginably far. There are two long branches along the way: one leads to Pengze in the middle and lower reaches of the Huai River, and the other leads to Haiyuan Palace in the East China Sea.

"Third Prince, please respond. Please respond."

Outside the Sea Abyss Palace, the Sea Monk holds up a small mirage dragon on his wrist.

"Received, received, this is Cave One, this is Cave One." The little mirage dragon gazed at the gradually forming vortex in front of it. "Everything is normal, everything is normal, oh no!"

"Don't move, received..."

"fist……"

"Round head..."

everything is normal!
The water swirls and converges silently at the estuary, spreading southwestward.

By communicating with Ze Ding, two strands of primordial yellow energy were drawn out. Following the guidance of the old dragon king, they merged into it, and the pale yellow energy flowed back and forth, eventually merging into the waterway.

The energy was rising, quite different from before.

It's as if the entire waterway was formed by the convergence of heaven and earth, rather than being created by human hands, making it even more mysterious.

"So this way we can teleport the Martial Saint and the Demon King?" Liang Qu asked nervously.

midnight.

It lasted for a whole day, and the Qi Sea was almost completely emptied.

One end of the waterway finally plunged into southern Xinjiang.

[The fusion level of the Water Ape Great Sage has increased, receiving the blessings of heaven and earth, and the favor of the river has increased by 5.4479]

River Dominance: 0.5 (Favorability: 33.7259)

[Blessed by the Jianghuai region, stamina consumption in water has decreased, supernatural power consumption has slightly decreased, injuries sustained in water have slightly decreased, and recovery in water has moderately increased.]

[Owner of the tripod: Liang Qu]

[Refine Ze Ling: Water Ape Great Sage (Orange) (Fusion Rate: 60.5%)]

[Water Essence: 140,000]

Inside the Ze Ding, only the two remaining energies, Yi Wood and Heavenly Silkworm Cocoon, circulate.

With renewed favor, it has reached the number thirty.

The slight decrease in physical exertion has become a decrease, and the slight decrease in water-related injuries has become a slight decrease.

"The increase in favor is huge, and it will keep increasing over time?"

Liang Qu remembered that his integration level increased by five points from thirty to fifty, but now that it has increased from fifty to sixty, he has also gained five points of favor.

In contrast, no new talents emerged.

"Have you harvested enough?"

Liang Qu felt that he was already quite versatile, possessing all the supernatural powers one could muster in water, such as summoning wind and rain, and creating rivers on land... It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a water god.

There was no time to waste, so Liangqu summoned the little mirage dragon and let it try out the new waterway.

"Coming, coming!" The little mirage dragon jumped off its tentacles. "I'm going in!"

"Ah."

Wuhu.

The little mirage dragon closed its eyes and charged forward with all its might.

In Liang Qu's perception, the little mirage dragon was rushing from the Sea Abyss Palace to the Jianghuai Great Marsh at an extremely fast speed.

call,
suck.

Take a breath.

call,
suck.

Two breaths.

At the sixty-third breath, the little mirage dragon burst out of the waterway.

I've arrived!

One breath lasts six seconds, sixty-three breaths, a little over six minutes!

Fast, extremely fast.

In the past, the vortex waterway would have taken at least half an hour to navigate and required "repairs" every two or three months.

Throughout the world, aside from traveling, Liang Qu could not imagine anyone who could travel from the East China Sea to the Southern Frontier in six minutes.

Even with the ability to traverse, the dragon cannot do it in one go. Liang Qu's maximum traversal distance is a thousand miles, while the dragon's is slightly longer, but it still requires hundreds of traversals, which would take at least half a minute.

"Fist, let the Frog King try out its weapon."

In the frog tribe's territory, fists collided with pincers.

After repeatedly calculating the time and different objects, eliminating various errors, the little mirage dragon, which had flown ten times, was dizzy and disoriented. Liang Qu discovered a terrible fact.

"The Frog King's weapon takes sixty-five breaths, three breaths slower than the Little Mirage Dragon's..."

A dozen seconds.

There were two key factors in the old vortex waterway. One was the "body" itself, which made it impossible for the Martial Saint to navigate. The other was body size; although both were celestial beings, Eying could walk through it, but Da Pang and Er Pang could not.

The time consumption is about the same; the larger the "book" and the larger its size, the slower it is.

Several demon kings, each one large in size and "powerful".

"It won't take more than ten minutes, right?"

More than ten minutes meant that Liang Qu would have to hold out alone for nine and a half minutes under Jiao Long's control...

"I have quite a few precious fish and plants at home. If I use them all, I conservatively estimate I'll get around 1.5 million essences, which translates to a fusion rate of around 70%..."

"It's not enough."

The dragon is not only of a higher realm, but also has an added advantage in the water.

"You can take a walk."

Liang Qu changed his approach.

If the dragon comes to chase him, he can escape. This has been proven before. When they fled from west of the Huai River to east of the Huai River, it took them about 15 minutes to reach Southern Zhili.

Record complete.

All the demon kings have finished making contact.

There's no need to go anywhere else, except Pengze. Liang Qu will personally make another trip there to remind the old tortoise not to go back on his word.

"Hmph!" General Yuan sneered. "A gentleman desires others to share his goodness; a petty person desires others to share his evil! I'm worried you'll renege on your promise and try to take all the treasure for yourself!"

"That would be best. If we brothers are of one mind, our strength can break through anything."

On the summit of Shoushan Mountain, the monkeys cheered.

……

"Otter, open the pot, cook two treasure fish, and find two treasure plants to stew together."

"Busy working."

"Ah."

Liang Qu slumped on the bench, his limbs hanging limply, his soul seemingly leaving his body, staring silently at the ceiling.

Long Eying sat cross-legged reading a book, took a bite of a green apple, and went about her own business.

Men are sometimes like that; when they're tired, they'll just space out on their own. There's no need to specifically comfort them or talk to them. At this time, their spacing out is similar to meditation, a way to clear their minds and rejuvenate. Trying to engage them in conversation, thinking it's comforting, will only force them out of their reverie and make them refocus, which is actually a disturbance.

Others thought that Marquis Xingyi spent his days cultivating himself in his tent, but only she knew how hard Liang Qu had worked, running around to devise a plan to deal with the dragon.

"Thorn."

Add the fish to the pot.

Liang Qu sat up and took out a small bottle, about the size of a fingernail, from his Qiankun bag. It used to be used to store Awei's Dettol, but now it had become the "adhesive" for the time insects.

Inside the Ze Ding, the silkworm cocoon quietly spun.

"We've used it all up."

(End of this chapter)