Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1165 The Oriole's Song (Seeking monthly votes, two chapters combined)

All things originate from Zhen. Zhen represents the East. Zhen is the trigram of the East, and when the handle of the Big Dipper points east, it signifies spring, the time when all things are born.

"Chirp, chirp..."

Lifting the curtain, Liang Qu suddenly heard birdsong in the woods, rising and falling in waves, and pointed back.

"Yanrui, what kind of bird is that calling?"

“An oriole, perhaps? The oriole’s song is quite easy to recognize, with its intonation.” Long Yanrui scratched the back of his head and listened intently. “Brother-in-law, you’re a land dweller, and you can’t even recognize this? I’m an aquatic person, and I’ve only been on land for two years, but I know it.”

"Hahaha!" Liang Qu laughed three times. "You, Binglin is not as interesting as you."

Long Yanrui was puzzled.

Without saying much, Liang Qu collected the little mirage dragon and put it into the vortex palace, then strode towards the central army tent.

The Awakening of Insects has three phases: first, peach blossoms begin to bloom; second, orioles sing; and third, hawks transform into doves.

If thunder rumbles before hibernation, nothing will come to fruition.

Thunder strikes the Awakening of Insects, and the rice turns to mud!

Under the dense shade of the trees, a colorful venomous snake reached out and bit a golden oriole with outstretched wings. It coiled around the oriole's neck, forming a snake ball. Once the bird fell silent, the snake swallowed it whole, starting from its head.

Wow.

A gentle breeze swept into the tent, stirring up dust.

"King Chong".

"Marquis of Xingyi".

"But has the Great Shaman Pan Dong arrived at the front lines?"

"Of course."

"Where are the centipede and the withered bones?"

"Centipede and Dry Bones will be positioned 1,500 li to the left and right of the rear; Xingjin and Nanhai will be positioned 2,000 li to the left and right of the central army, forming a pincer movement. If they unleash their full power to provide support, Centipede and Nanhai will arrive in three breaths, and Dry Bones and Xingjin in ten breaths."

Liang Qu and Chong Wang exchanged glances and spoke frankly, as if they didn't care about Xu Haitao and the others standing beside them.

Xu Haitao was somewhat confused.

Why did Liang Qu ask about the location of the great shaman in the southern border right away? King Chong even gave such a detailed answer, specifying how long it would take for reinforcements to arrive—it was far too comprehensive. Although he didn't understand, to avoid appearing too stiff standing there, he chimed in.

"The Martial Saint rarely goes to the front line in person. After all, he is like a 'reef in the river,' and the world revolves around him. If one side moves, the other side will inevitably have an opponent to confront him."

The distance between the two dragons is tens of miles, almost like face to face. If the two suddenly attack each other, it would be like two people having a meal and the person sitting opposite them suddenly draws their sword and attacks. Even if they are wearing armor to the banquet, accidents are still inevitable. Therefore, there are buffer zones, at least thousands of miles away from the front line.

"The reason the Great Shaman of Pantong would descend upon the front lines is probably because of you, Marquis of Xingyi. Yesterday, your water cannon attack was so powerful, overwhelming three hundred men without resistance. It was like cutting flesh with a dull knife, leaving the Southern Frontier's Zhenxiang helpless and forced to use the Dragon-Slaying Technique against Zhenxiang. It's truly a wonder of the world."

"Of course it's because of me," Liang Qu admitted.

"Uh……"

Xu Haitao was genuinely surprised.

Marquis Xingyi is a man who blends in with the times and adapts to circumstances. Normally, he would have said a few humble words. Why is he so sharp and aggressive today, as if he is about to draw his sword?

At the age of twenty-seven, having reached this point, it's normal for him to have a sharp edge.

and many more……

Connecting the preceding and following events, Xu Haitao's mind went blank for a moment. His upbringing and understanding had prevented him from thinking about that aspect at all, subconsciously setting it aside and not daring to touch upon it.

Instead of changing the subject, Xu Haitao handed over a letter.

"The Marquis of Xingyi has arrived at just the right time to read this letter."

"What letter?"

"The message came from the Southern Frontier at midnight yesterday. It seems that he wants to surrender to us, and his words reveal that he is no ordinary person and intends to come here to exchange for a marquis title."

"A marquis?" Liang Qu glanced at it briefly, turning it over and over. "It doesn't say who this person is or what they want. How can you tell that this person wants to change their marquis title?"

The guard stepped forward and explained, "Because when the letter was sent, it wasn't just a letter, but also an article, the one in which you, Marquis Xingyi, first came to Nanhai County and denounced the Gu Poison Demon of the Southern Frontier and the Eight Beasts and Twelve Wolves of the Northern Court. Based on your status, we suspect that the person who surrendered is probably no ordinary person."

"How extraordinary is it? The Pan Dong shaman? Are they preparing to surrender Qinzhou?" Liang Qu grinned.

"Ahem, Marquis Xingyi is joking. We guessed that he was one of the Twenty-Four Fiends, but since we don't have a foundation of trust, we don't know if he is feigning surrender. He is also worried that if things don't go well, he will be alienated instead, so he has not fully revealed his identity."

“The Twenty-Four Fiends…that’s irrelevant.” Liang Qu pinched the letter between his knuckles, flicked it, and it spun onto the table.

"None...it doesn't matter?"

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

What does it mean to be insignificant?

The Twenty-Four Evils.

Although you could crush the Marquis of Xingyi if you encountered him, compared to that, he is indeed nothing. But the surrender of a dignified master of the Heavenly Realm is a huge blow to morale and a great political propaganda tool. It also adds strength to the Great Shun Dynasty. How could it be insignificant?

Xu Haitao's mind was even more confused.

His thoughts once again veered to that corner he dared not go to, and he stood there, stunned.

"What's the date today?" Liang Qu asked.

The guards exchanged bewildered glances. Everyone outside said that Marquis Xingyi liked to ask people for auspicious dates, and once wasn't enough; he would ask again after meeting someone. Sure enough, powerful people often have some quirks.

"Reporting to Marquis Xingyi, today is the fifth, which, according to the solar terms, is the day of Jingzhe (Awakening of Insects)."

"What time is it?"

"What time?" The guard turned around and looked at the watermark of the arrow floating in the water clock. "It's 9:45 am now. There are still 2:45 am to noon. Marquis Xingyi, didn't you say you would come at noon? Are you planning to throw the spear ahead of time? Should we rewind it?"

"It won't be much different in about 15 minutes, let's do it now."

"Yes!"

Ignoring the need to submit the letter of credit, the crowd surrounded Liang Qu and went to the riverbank near Linjiang.

"Your Highness, aren't you going?"

"You go ahead."

King Chong stood quietly in the tent, closing his eyes to conserve his energy.

Xu Haitao remained silent for a moment, then released the curtain.

The sunlight at the tent opening seemed to be cut open by scissors, gradually narrowing.

Wow.

The large tent was shrouded in mist.

Blood-red rain fell continuously on the south bank, and the damp moisture reached the north bank, causing dew to condense on the leaves and grass.

Kui boots trod on the grass.

Liang Qu lifted the tip of his boot and could feel the pebbles and buried grass seeds on the ground.

The grass seeds absorb water, break through the thick seed coat, and breathe as if they are bubbling around. They split into two tender shoots, one on the left and one on the right. Their strong vitality pierces the soil, stands on the sole of the foot, and lifts them up, as if riding the spring breeze, soaring into the sky.

My heart was pounding lightly.

The pumping action sent fresh blood rushing to every part of the body.

The stagnant, viscous, and pitch-black blood began to flow, gradually turning bright red and gushing forth. Cover your ears, and the sound flowed and roared like a volcano.

Touching the jade pendant at his waist, he realized he hadn't used the Blood Fiend Divine Power to maintain his heart function.

It jumped.

"call……"

Its breath was long and deep, swirling and flying.

"It's raining."

A soldier looked up.

Blood rain only favors the south bank. Now, there are also clouds on the north bank. Dark clouds roll and gather, their color heavy as lead. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they sweep across and converge with the south bank, forming a single expanse that obscures the light of day.

There was a faint white light in the clouds, but no sound.

Snapped!
The soles of their feet stomped down, splashing up mud and water.

……

"It's raining."

Meng Yi's unease grew stronger, and his temples throbbed faintly.

The second month's solar term, when all things emerge from the earth, is called the Awakening of Insects. It signifies that hibernating insects are startled and emerge from their slumber.

He felt like a hibernating insect, terrified by the thunder produced by Liangqu.

With the two great Gu techniques of mayfly blood collection and blood concealment in hand, how could the battle situation have turned out like this?

“Great shaman, yesterday was noon. If we do this every two or three days, we can hold out strategically. If I’m not mistaken, we should make our move around noon today.”

Pan Dong, hands behind his back, looked north: "Which one are you talking about?"

Meng Yi looked up in astonishment and saw three transparent rings ripple across the northern horizon, each one larger than the last, just like his dark pupils.

"Great Shaman!!"

Panic gripped the vast military camp in southern Xinjiang, where a buzzing sound filled the air.

The sharp spear swelled into a dragon, carrying immense power, and soared forward!

"The mantis' arms are like a chariot!"

Pan Dong took half a step forward, flashed onto the open ground, and flicked out a gust of wind. Before it could collide with the black dragon, another gust of wind flew out from the north bank. It arrived first after being sent out, and collided with and annihilated the one sent by Pan Dong.

"Great Shaman!"

Meng Yi gripped the jade pendant tightly, terrified.

Pan Tong frowned, knowing who was behind it, which was why he disliked going to the front lines in person.

Far from the front lines, with only three clashes in six months, sitting across the river from each other, it seems this will be the case every day from now on; who knows when I might slip up and get wounded? With a flick of his long sleeves.

The hand of heaven and earth suddenly materialized, and the soaring black dragon instantly shrank. Before it could be grasped, another large hand on the north bank grabbed it, creating a tug-of-war.

boom!
The wind howled from the center of the palm, whipping up long hair and sending mud and water flying three feet.

Pan Dong's expression changed slightly, and in two instants, the black dragon appeared to descend upon his head!

"King Chong!"

The true fire in his heart burned, accompanied by the will of the Martial Saint. Without any moves or methods, the sky and earth froze, as if the air had become solid. The first black dragon raised its head and crashed into it, shattering inch by inch.

However, the black dragon was not completely annihilated, and ripples spread across the north bank once more.

The condensation cloud spread out in a ring, shooting straight into the sky.

The second black dragon roared and flew out!

The situation in southern Xinjiang was almost chaotic, with some people even unable to control themselves and fleeing outwards.

The soldiers of Da Shun looked up at the sky, incredulous that such an offensive could be launched a second time. How did Marquis Xingyi manage to do it?
Xu Yuelong lowered his head and looked around.

what.

Where is that kid?
Wei Lin crossed his arms and silently gazed at the crimson-tinged Linjiang River.

"call……"

At the bottom of the river, the fish scattered and fled.

The [Vortex Armor] surrounded him. Liang Qu held his breath and focused his mind, burning his golden eyes as he silently gazed at the sky.

……

"So much rain! Why is there so much rain as soon as spring arrives?"

Li Xianghan tossed and turned in bed, and several mice anxiously comforted her, peeling peanuts from their pockets and bringing them out. Finally, Li Xianghan sighed and stood by the window with Awei, leaning on the windowsill with their elbows, gazing northward.

The mountain village is nestled against the mountain, with crisscrossing plank roads scattered throughout the forest. These plank roads, like the veins of the mountain, carry people to and fro, and transport information and supplies.

Once it rains, the boardwalk inevitably gets muddy, and after a few steps, your skirt will be covered in mud splatters.

"Ok?"

Li Xianghan's gaze sharpened as she noticed that people were frequently hurrying to and fro on the plank road, making it seem exceptionally busy.

Awei noticed this too, and circled around once.

Li Xianghan pushed open the window and shouted towards the opposite mountain.

"Uncle Huang, what's wrong? Has something happened?"

Uncle Huang on the opposite hilltop didn't call out in response; instead, he pressed his thumbs together.

Li Xianghan understood immediately and closed the window.

"There's movement again at the front; some powerful shamans are fighting, but I don't know which one it is."

Awei mouth-closing device.

A white light flashed within the dark clouds.

……

Thousands of miles away on the front lines, Centipede, South China Sea, Skeleton, and Xingjin silently focused their attention on the battle situation, ensuring timely support could be provided if the situation turned unfavorable.

Over Linjiang, Qinzhou, the dark clouds dispersed and then regrouped, painting the sky with vibrant, rich colors.

The air currents surged violently, causing the entire river to churn and melt, turning the banks into a turbid river. A vast shadow obscured the sky, and then golden light pierced through, falling to the earth and cutting off the river's flow. Its remaining force flattened three mountains.

The burning blood and qi rose into the air.

The phantoms of ghosts and gods stood tall in the heavens.

The speed of the dragon was so great that it was invisible to ordinary people. Apart from occasional adjustments, only two streaks of light, one black and one blue, could be faintly seen, clashing against each other.

The tent was blown away by the wind, soaring into the sky, and when it touched the aftershocks, it turned to ashes.

Meng Yi recovered from the shock of the attack and, braving the hurricane-force winds that swept through the camp, tried his best to organize his soldiers and consider the battle situation.

How did they start fighting?

What started as a minor conflict stemming from Liang Qu's methods, at most a brief exchange of blows, escalated when the Great Shun King Chong revealed his true colors, forcefully dragging the Pan Dong Da Sha into the struggle.

This is unusual!

The battles between martial saints are very restrained. No one wants to lose their life for nothing. Sometimes the scene looks big, but in reality, both sides only use 70 or 80% of their strength. Few people are willing to take the initiative to fight or fight desperately, especially when their own side has the advantage.

As long as we can hold on to the overall trend, that's enough.

Therefore, the real battle for territory depends on the perfect signs. If the perfect signs are mutually influencing and cannot be engaged, then there will be no battle for ten days or half a month, relying on beacon fires and hunting tigers.

Could it be that King Chong intends to take over Pandong on his own?

impossible.

The two are evenly matched in strength, and it is not something that can be easily defeated. At most, they will both be injured. If someone tries to force it, they will also be in danger. This move must have other strategic objectives.

The pupils locked onto the Martial Saint.

The only thing Meng Yi could think of was Liang Qu, this freak who defied common sense.

"Be careful. The two black dragons from before, even combined, were not as ferocious as the one from yesterday. This person must have a backup plan, perhaps aiming for a decisive victory!"

Besides self-recovery, Qi Sea can also rely on rare and precious materials. Meng Yi has reason to suspect that Liang Qu intends to take this opportunity to violently fill the gap, and then use the gap in Qi Sea to coerce Da Shun Zhen Xiang and take back Qinzhou!

"Back up! Back up! Form ranks!"

The other generals also considered this possibility, and amidst the chaos, they began to gather, ready for battle.

"Kui Ruhe! You've gone mad!"

Pan Dong's arm was bleeding profusely as he fell into the Linjiang River. Countless small fish mistakenly ate it and died, their bodies exploding. Only by filtering the fish several times before eating its flesh could they survive. However, they could not resist their greed and rushed towards the most essential blood.

King Chong remained silent, ignoring his wounds, gripped his Xuanbing weapon tightly, and charged towards Pandong, defying the destructive forces of creation.

The sky shattered, and the space shifted.

The protective golden light disintegrated and reformed, emptying the air within a half-mile radius. Before it could gather, it was swept away by the gale, forming a silent vacuum. Occasionally, it was knocked out of range, almost silently.

"Three breaths."

Liang Qu silently experienced the aura of the Martial Saint.

Even if the fastest centipede arrives to provide support, it will take three breaths. Therefore, the best tactic would undoubtedly be for King Chong to drag Pantong into a rather bad state before unleashing the white ape's killing intent.

My heart was beating faster and faster, and my blood was surging through my veins like a river after the ice had thawed. Every cell was breathing wildly and with all its might, and waves of pale green light spread out from my chest.

When the algae touch the shimmering water, they grow wildly and intertwine, their "black hair" stretching out endlessly.

Just as plants and trees thrive in the warmth of spring, so too do fish and dragons encounter wind and rain. Evil is swept away, and new life is restored; the accumulated strength of sixty years brings the dead back to life.

The presence of a "living person" began to appear, ethereal, clear, and delicate.

Within the green light, a white wave of light emerged, creating ripples.

Silkworm cocoon!
[The silkworm emerges from its cocoon, the silk thread breaks, and new life begins; it drinks dew and eats wind, returning to its original form.]

Due to the two water dragon spears, the Qi Sea, which had sunk to the bottom, suddenly surged wildly at this moment...

Click click click.

My whole body is itchy.

Not the body, but the soul.

The fish's body and snake tail began to swell, become bloated, and grow.

Snake and fish scales fell off, covered in blood and mucus. The ribs opened like butterflies, piercing flesh and blood, quickly turning into human bones. The spaces between the ribs were filled with flesh, nerves, blood vessels, and fascia, like fungal hyphae climbing...

Within the empty eye sockets, two eyeballs rolled and flipped, crossing several times, their dark pupils fixed on the front, while nerves sprouted from the back, like the tail of a goldfish, connecting to the brain.

Vision restored.

All ten fingers are present.

With fists clenched, the black-robed emperor lit up a second time on the Ze Ding, his divine figure clearly outlined, connecting with the stars in the heavens!

[The wind blows from the north, reaching the heavens and the great spring; the snake transforms into a fish, becoming the Fish Woman… whoever dies will be resurrected.]

[The Black Emperor lowers his eyes]

An incredibly strong attraction emanated from the body, and the soul seemed to have found its home, no longer adrift, no longer needing blood and evil as a medium, conforming to its destiny and merging with the body.

"call……"

Dark clouds rolled in, and a white light flashed.

Heavy, turbid waves surged eastward, crashing against the riverbank and splashing white foam.

The branching lightning grew like a giant tree, soaring into the sky, illuminating the heavens and earth for a moment, and reflecting the shadows of people at the bottom of the river.

Tianji Pandong vomited a mouthful of blood, which spilled onto the Linjiang River.

Drops of blood fell into the water and swam away.

With a flick of his fingertips, he parted the smoke of blood, and with a swirl of blood-tinged ribbons, he swept downwards and grasped Fubo in the mud.

Countless white streams, like silk ribbons, were drawn from the water. A familiar yet utterly strange reef suddenly and violently rose from beneath the river, carrying immense force and crowding the mountains!

Wow.

After half a year, the Blood Ape's body once again sprouted white fur.

Deep in the Jianghuai region, at the bottom of the Linjiang River.

Golden eyes snapped open at the same time.

Pan Dong's pupils filled his eyes, and he trembled as he looked down. He saw the entire Linjiang River, which suddenly stood upright!

Take a breath.

(End of this chapter)