Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1164 Momentum! (Seeking monthly votes mid-month, two chapters combined)

Tick ​​tock.

Banana leaves droop, and silvery raindrops slide down their tips, hitting the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, breaking, leaping, and splashing around.

After the Beginning of Spring, the weather warms up, and with the arrival of Rain Water, the humidity becomes more pronounced.

When he woke up in the morning, the fog was as thick as a curtain. The rain was plentiful and frequent. As March arrived, Meng Yi was like a spring insect that had shaken itself out of the soil to find food. He paid homage to the great shaman every day. Today he was in such a hurry that his guards with umbrellas could not catch up with him and he was soaked in the fog.

"Great Shaman, is there still no second section?"

"General Meng, please sit." Centipede pointed to the high stool to the side. "Why is the general in such a hurry? If there is any news, I will send someone to inform you."

"Sigh..." A servant handed over a towel, which Meng Yi took and wiped himself a couple of times. "Great Master, you may not know this, but when the situation truly became extremely critical, five of the Nine Villages hoped to negotiate with Da Shun as soon as possible to seek benefits, withdraw their troops, and recuperate. The chieftain issued nine gold medals in succession, urging me to produce the results of the war and stabilize the rear."

"To be honest, Great Master, tomorrow is the Awakening of Insects. Perhaps it's due to my lack of strength, but these past few days I've felt somewhat uneasy. I suspect it's just a sudden whim, but Heaven is giving me a warning. Like a cat hearing thunder, I'm truly panicked. As for that Liang Qu of Da Shun, for some reason, he hasn't made a move for over a month."

"I understand the situation of the battle, so how can I have a moment of peace? Collecting blood from mayflies is a slow and painstaking process. Even if you come every day or every hour, you won't be able to speed things up at all."

Meng Yi sighed again.

The question of whether Liang Qu's second attack or the Great Shaman's second phase of energy would come first constantly tormented Meng Yi. That unknown anxiety was the most exhausting thing, like a sharp sword hanging over his head.

“I was desperate and sought any treatment, sir, but could you give me a definite answer? You said your mayflies are adaptable and will grow faster and faster. Could you be more specific so I can report to the chieftain?”

The centipede was speechless.

Things didn't go as he expected.

As a high-ranking shaman, he possessed an unparalleled ability to discern the characteristics of the Gu worms he cultivated, down to the finest detail. Even without experimentation, he could accurately judge their effects, with a margin of error of less than three percent. He had expected a second phase to occur at the end of February or the beginning of March, but the mayfly had not returned by today, clearly indicating that something had gone wrong.

The fact that the exact date has been announced now provides temporary reassurance to the troops.

If he fails to do so in the future, the responsibility will fall on his shoulders.

half an hour.

"At the latest, the second phase will be in mid-March. The third phase will be in mid-April, when the Qi may be fully gathered."

"Big……"

Before Meng Yi could rejoice, the guards outside the door looked alarmed and knocked on the door.

"General, something's happened! It's started raining at the front!"

Meng Yi was startled by the sound of rain, his expression changed drastically, and he bowed in apology.

"Great shaman, please excuse me."

"It's alright, the battle at the front is more important."

"Farewell."

Meng Yi hurriedly left with his guards to head to the front line. Bai Zu also sat cross-legged in meditation, gazing at the "mountain top" and keeping a close eye on the every move of the three kings of Da Shun.

……

Xingjin Prince's Mansion, Nanhai Prince's Mansion.

"Your Highness, a secret report from the front lines."

"Choose a day to make our move?"

The King of the South Sea flipped through the secret report, then crushed it into powder with a flick of his finger.

This was Xu Haitao's way of warning him to be wary of the powerful shamans in the southern borderlands, to provide timely support, and to balance the balance of power.

"The Marquis of Xingyi is indeed capable."

The situation isn't as bad as we thought.

It was thought to be a major disaster, and that the imperial court would have to make significant sacrifices, just like the Northern Court two years ago, requiring a large amount of resources to reclaim the lost territory.

Even if the Southern Frontier is ambitious and uses the two types of Gu worms to demand land without compensation, it could completely take over Lingnan. In that case, I would inevitably be implicated and punished because of the loss of Qinzhou, and I would very likely lose the fertile land of Nanhai County afterward.

Who would have thought that Liang Qu would be so capable, saving so many losses by himself?
Three months into our time on the front lines, judging solely from the battle reports of Zhenxiang's deaths, Da Shun actually holds the advantage!

In this way...

The King of the South Sea clutched his aching chest.

Last time, in the battle against the centipede, he took a risk and used all his skills to temporarily suppress his opponent.

Once Qinzhou is captured, the files and remains from that year will be reviewed to find evidence of the southern border's framing of him. This evidence will then be reported to the court, and the matter can be resolved smoothly.

This must be done secretly; you can't tell anyone.

If things don't go well in the south, and they find out that I've guessed the truth about the frame-up, they might destroy the evidence and use divisive tactics to make the court lose trust in me.

Da Shun is also out of the question. Xing Jin and Chong Wang have long coveted Tianzi Port. If they learn the truth, who knows if they will make some underhanded moves and take his place?

"We really should prepare a generous gift for Marquis Xingyi..."

……

Dark clouds loomed over the city, torrential rain poured down, and the ground turned into a muddy swamp.

The chirping of cicadas, caused by the rain, gradually subsided among the tree branches.

"Saintess Li, how is she?"

Meng Yi lifted the curtain, stepped into the tent, and kicked aside the servant who was holding a towel to wipe his boots.

In the center of the tent, a brazier, ten feet wide, was placed high. Inside, black and white silkworm pupae were wriggling densely, their shells cracking and making sounds like firewood popping.

The woman turned to the side: "It works. General, you may give it a try."

Meng Yi gathered a wisp of true energy at his fingertips, radiating killing intent, and the newly emerged black cicadas from the fire pit roared.

Once the intense heat dissipates and the chirping ceases, take it outside to be rained on, and the black cicada will remain silent.

"it is good."

Meng Yi was overjoyed.

The ritual instrument "Black Cicada" is a specialized early warning system. It can produce tens of thousands of black cicadas at a time. Each person carries one and can receive an early warning from within tens of thousands of miles of the fire pit. Nothing can prevent this!

Most importantly, the Black Cicada possesses extremely strong metamorphic potential. Especially when combined with the Spirit Core that supports the Saintess, the metamorphosis time is greatly shortened, and it can be specialized for cultivation in just over a month.

The same tactic of paralyzing the cicada will not work a second time once it has molted.

The heavy rain in Liangqu was useless!

It didn't come earlier or later, but just when the Black Cicada was being replaced. With the Centipede Great Shaman personally guaranteeing the flow of Qi, Meng Yi's pressure was greatly reduced.

Destiny resides in the southern borderlands.

Marquis of Xingyi, do you have any more skills?

"I entrust the matter of the Black Cicada to Saintess Li."

"The affairs of the southern border are not worth mentioning."

"squeak!"

A cicada's loud cry interrupted the two.

Without bothering with pleasantries, Meng Yi issued the order: "Quickly! Be on alert!"

Inside the camp, the Five Poisons, Nine Deadly Poisons, and Twenty-Four Fiends moved at the mere sound of the wind.

All the best are gathered, ready for battle.

a long time.

The cicadas chirped incessantly, unharmed, and nothing happened.

Two people looked at each other, then looked at Meng Yi.

"General, it's raining!" the guard exclaimed.

"What about the rain? Wasn't it supposed to stop reacting?"

"The rain is different!" The guard rubbed his fingertips together, opened his palm, and saw a vivid, scarlet red color. "Blood, it's blood rain!"

……

Light rain fell into the forest and into the treetops.

Clear water gathers at the tips of leaves, falls down together, and resonates in unison, making the mountain stream seem like it has thousands of brooks.

Awei held a large, deep blue peony, stood upright by the window, and gazed northward through the glass.

"Why do you always look north? Is there your old philanderer there? If you ask me, why don't you just bring them all over? No matter what they are, as many as you want, I can afford to keep them all."

Li Xianghan lay on the bed flipping through a book, her gauze skirt draped down to her calves and bunched up in the back of her knees.

Awei ignored him, munching on his Dane and silently gazing north.

Hey.

Wild animals are just hard to tame.

Despite consuming so many of her pills, he still sometimes paid attention to her and sometimes ignored her.

The matter of mastering the natal Gu is a long and arduous task.

Li Xianghan sighed silently.

……

At noon, the bloody rain continued for half a day.

The soldiers cut down the vines, cleared a space on the riverbank, erected a fence, and kept a hundred feet away, craning their necks to watch.

call,
suck.

Liang Qu stood in the center of the open space, shirtless with his clothes hanging down to his waist. His chest rose and fell, and his 12,341 times the size of his internal energy sea rose and fell in unison, like the tides of the ocean.

The five fingers are spread wide.

The essence of the water converges, intertwines like ropes, coils like snakes, twists into a long spear, and flows with shimmering light.

The water dragon spear was entwined with the energies of dragon and tiger, gathering the true meaning of the second divine power, the dragon-slaying technique. The sea of ​​qi suddenly descended, while the energy continuously rose.

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, five thousand...

Ten thousand!

The sun doubles at noon, and time bursts forth.

The clear water dragon spear changed, becoming as black as ink. Ripples spread across the surrounding space, reflecting the water and the spear, as if they were completely integrated.

The soldiers around him swallowed hard, tears streaming down their faces as they stared at the water cannon.

"What is this?"

Not to mention the Southern Frontier Grandmasters on the other side, at this moment, several Grandmasters of the Great Shun nearby were also somewhat afraid, fearing that Liang Qu might lose his balance and drop that thing on the ground.

In the military, there is often a game of spear throwing. In the hot and dry southern frontier, in order to avoid sweating while washing clothes, the soldiers often like to go shirtless, just like Liang Qu in front of us, with a strong sense of heroism.

but……

call!
Step out in a lunge position.

The airflow blew away the rain, causing it to disperse into mist. The chest opened and closed, the upper arms stretched out, the forearms and the gun barrel were taut in a straight line, and the muscles on the sides of the abdomen contracted and relaxed like shark gills. A tremendous sense of power visibly burst forth from the body and converged at the extremities.

The riverbank collapsed, and water splashed into the area within a radius of hundreds of feet.

With absolute force, no one saw what happened; there was no sound, no image. The spear vanished abruptly, and the scene in the middle was pulled away out of thin air.

then.

The river has stopped flowing.

The cloud layer split in two.

The roaring sound was visible to the naked eye, and three rings of condensed clouds were formed in mid-air, overturning soldiers who rolled on the ground.

"What it is?"

The group asked the question again.

South bank.

Meng Yi saw the opposite bank, saw the sky crack open, and saw a black dragon soaring in the sky. The dragon's head gradually grew larger in his field of vision as it approached, matching the size of his dilated pupils.

squeak!
The black cicada's eardrum ruptured.

"Enemy attack!!!"

A heart-wrenching roar.

The camp was completely destroyed, and hundreds of supernatural beings soared into the air, their various colored lights falling towards the monstrous black dragon, doing their utmost to hinder its descent.

Useless, completely useless.

Despite its reduced size, the black dragon remains unstoppable.

"Click."

Left with no other choice, Meng Yi crushed the great shaman's jade tablet.

Two beams of light slashed out diagonally, crashing into the black dragon.

"boom!"

Smoke and dust filled the sky on the south bank.

The river, which had been cut off, resumed its course, surging eastward.

Without investigating or inquiring, Liang Qu turned back to his camp, sat cross-legged, circulated his internal energy, and regulated his breathing.

The Vortex Palace was switched to "Immovable" [All Things Rejuvenate], and the morning dew of the Heavenly Water flashed with blue light, causing the remaining two thousand times the Qi Sea to rise by fifty.

"Ah! I can't hear you, I can't hear you!"

"My ears!"

Meng Yi stood there, disheveled, his face blank.

The soldier covered his bleeding ears and wailed on the ground.

The black dragon vanished into thin air.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the surrounding masters. They seemed to be alright, even though only some tents had collapsed in the camp and no canyon had been created. However... everyone looked distraught.

Meng Yi was experiencing his own Qi Sea (energy center).

Only a few dozen times remained.

He suddenly realized something and grabbed the collar of the master beside him.

"Where's your Qi Sea? How much is left?"

"empty."

"yours……"

"One-third remains."

Meng Yi felt a chill run down his spine.

Having used two large shamanic jade tablets, the 283 grandmasters in the camp had all had more than 30% of their Qi Sea depleted, except for those affected by Gu, poison, and evil spirits; some had even lost all of their Qi.

It takes time for the Qi Sea to recover, but the larger the Qi Sea, the faster the recovery!

What was that thing just now?!
Meng Yi frantically scratched his scalp.

Is it a combined attack technique that Da Shun Zhen Xiang has practiced diligently? Then there's no need to worry, they've blocked it.

Can……

Meng Yi couldn't deceive himself, couldn't convince himself; he felt an incredibly familiar aura emanating from the black dragon.

How could this be? How could this be?

Plague Demon exclaimed in disbelief, "A blatant scheme! He wants to exhaust the Qi Sea of ​​all three hundred of us by himself!"

"Impossible!" Bone Fiend screamed, looking somewhat mentally deranged. "A person, a person cannot have that many Qi Seas. He is in the third realm, and his Heart Fire has at most 1,600. Even if he is exceptionally talented, if each realm is not 20, it is impossible for him to have 3,000!"

"..."

Once one reaches the pinnacle of cultivation and completes the process, it takes ten days to fully restore one's Qi Sea to twenty times its original size.

It takes eight days to fully recover to the second realm and reach the eighty-fourth level.

It takes six days to achieve perfection in the three realms.

The Three Realms of Heart Fire for Three Days.

Where is that person?

In just three days, those outside the Gu Poison Sha will have no Qi Sea to use.

If you can't stop it today, you'll die; if you can stop it, you'll die tomorrow.

There's absolutely no way out.

Meng Yi squatted on the ground and pulled hard on his hair.

A perfectly legitimate and aboveboard strategy. No need for sneak attacks or rain. This is a Martial Saint at the Perfected Realm.

It doesn't matter who comes, it doesn't matter who comes.

"Hahaha, what do you mean by making him suffer a crushing defeat and return in disgrace... Hahaha!" Bone Fiend laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"Click."

A giant tree broke, and no one came to salvage it.

Morale on the south bank collapsed.

"General, I feel we can go straight in."

Konoe gazed southwards and leaned against Xu Haitao, who was lost in thought.

Although this wasn't the plan, it feels like we can win today.

In a head-on clash, the two sides are actually quite evenly matched, but the opposing side has clearly declined by more than 30%.

Xu Haitao snapped out of his daze and forced himself to calm down and think: "Why bother if we can win easily? If we do this for three days, it'll be just like picking up heads. I'll listen to Marquis Xingyi."

The north bank is silent, the south bank is devoid of spirit.

……

"Withdraw from Qinzhou?" Pan Dong Dasha turned around. "Do you know what you're saying?"

"I understand!" Meng Yi said, forcing a smile. "But now, Da Shun can no longer resist. Continuing to hold Linjiang is like cutting flesh with a dull knife. Once Liang Qu is drained of blood, he will die instantly. There is no way to turn the tide. The only option is to break up into smaller units and continue to maneuver against Da Shun. If we lose people while preserving land, we will lose both. If we preserve people while preserving land, we will preserve both land and people."

"Did the centipede capture vital energy by collecting blood?"

Meng Yi shook his head: "No, this is the only way now. At least... if we spread out, we won't be caught in one fell swoop."

"What about the ritual for the Martial Saint?"

"The Black Cicada's warning was inadequate; the Martial Saint's arrival was slower than the Water Dragon's, and..."

"And what?"

"The Martial Saint is not the Martial Saint after all. Without the Boundless Sea, no one is willing to confront him head-on."

"Isn't there still one defense?"

"The Great Shun also has a divine arrow ritual. When the two are used together, they will only cancel each other out, and no one can defend against them."

Silence.

"Meng Yi".

"The humble position is here."

"You are the Grand General appointed by the Tusi (chieftain). In your opinion, is there truly no way to break this deadlock?"

Meng Yi hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Pan Dong waved his sleeve: "Speak freely."

"Please don't be offended if I've said this, Great Master."

"Say!"

"Now that things have come to this, there is no one to exchange with Liang Qu. The ritual is not feasible, the Grand Master's jade tablet is not feasible, and the True Image is even less feasible. The only way..." Meng Yi paused, "Although it will be risky, I urge the Grand Master of Pandong to move to the front line and personally exchange with Liang Qu."

Dead silence.

"The auspicious sign of the dragon and the child is a ridiculous farce!"

Meng Yi lowered his head.

Pan Dong tapped the table with two fingers together: "Continue."

“The Great Shaman moves, and the Great Shun King also moves. However, Liang Qu is no match for the Great Shaman's strength. He can block it with a wave of his hand, and it won't even cause a splash. Therefore, Qinzhou can still be defended, and we can still negotiate with the Great Shun.”

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Knuckles tapped on the table.

Meng Yi's heart beat rhythmically.

……

The vital energy within the heart grew increasingly dense, and the "grass seed," pushing against the rock, grew tall and strong, just waiting for the right opportunity to break through the soil.

Jingzhe.

The weather is gloomy.

The air was statically charged, and the little mirage dragon rubbed its mane with a wooden ruler to attract the paper.

Long Yanrui lifted the curtain and rushed into the tent: "Brother-in-law, just as you said, Prince Chong has come to the front line!"

Liang Qu opened his eyes and stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

“Finally I got fooled.”

(End of this chapter)