Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1225 Long Qi Transfer, Insects Stir (Part 2)

The ice platform from Da Shun produces gushing, cold mist; cashmere blankets from Beiting are rolled into soft little nests; incense from overseas countries burns gently; and a small plate of deep-fried, spicy dried fish, a specialty of southern Xinjiang, is stacked on top.

A narrow crack opened in the dark walnut window, letting in fresh air that had drifted through the tree canopy without making it too hot. Two mice, one gray and one white, stood on either side, gently fanning themselves with a long, golden-red peacock feather.

"Kakakaka."

Awei lay on his back in his plush blanket nest, embracing two golden centipedes on his left and right. After finishing the dried fish, he lay on his back with his limbs in the air, peeled back the wax coating of the pills after his meal, swallowed the pills, and tossed the wax coating along his limbs. The gray-white mouse's eyes lit up, and it threw the long spear in its hand and leaped into the air.

歘!
The yellow shadow darted over, slapped the ground with its claws, and leaped with all its might, performing a split in mid-air. At the same time, it kicked the gray and white rats away, grabbed the semi-circular wax coat in mid-air, rolled to the ground, and stuck out its red tongue to lick it.

Delicious, delicious...

Medicine has a medicinal smell, and wax has a waxy fragrance.

A shadow fell.

With her delicate hand, Li Xianghan grasped the scruff of the neck of the forgetful yellow rat, lifted it up, and pulled it aside. She then gave the gray and white rats two pieces of maltose candy, patted their heads, and told them to use the peacock feathers to continue fanning themselves. Afterward, she turned to face the small nest and respectfully asked Tianwu for instructions:

"Great Centipede Awei, the great and busy King Huai, do you have time to descend upon his loyal southern border today?"

Awei pushed aside the two alluring golden centipedes, sighing inwardly at the harm that wine and women could do to his health. He slowly raised half of his body, tapping his limbs to indicate that he would contact the Prince of Huai to see what was going on.

A slightly warm breeze blew onto my face through the cracks in the window.

Li Xianghan waited anxiously.

Seven days earlier, she had informed Tianwu Awei about the upcoming Insect Valley Festival, and Awei then relayed the information to Liangqu through some unknown and mysterious means.

Liang Qu had responded at the time, saying that he would descend soon to see the situation, but he did not keep his word. He did not come that day and there was no further discussion. For the next seven days, there was no movement at all, and his usual nightly meditation was forced to be interrupted.

Seven days.

Seven full days.

The Insect Valley Festival is about to officially begin, but there's still no sign of it.

There have been interruptions before, but only once or twice; this has never lasted this long.

What exactly is the Prince of Huai doing?
Li Xianghan felt uneasy.

As the dignified Holy Maiden of Qingwen Valley, she loathed the humiliation of being the one destined to live under the control of the centipede.

Humans are not as powerful as poisonous insects; they can be summoned at will and dismissed at will.

However, having seen the world through the eyes of the Prince of Huai, he could not forget the dazzling, unique, and brilliant beauty and enjoyment it brought.

Like a mouse in its hole that has never seen light before seeing the sun for the first time.

Since Awei became a great demon, she has officially contracted with a great demon, taking her already comfortable life to a new level. Her life is now more extravagant and prestigious than that of many clan elders. A month ago, she planted a second supernatural seed, which further amplified this extravagance. She can now have whatever she wants.

If you want to eat lamb from a six-month-old lamb in Beiting, just say so, and you can have it for your next meal.

If you want pearl powder from the East China Sea for skincare, just think about it, and you'll see it when you turn around.

Her own maid had hit someone, and she was clearly in the wrong, without a doubt. But the matter had blown up, and the clan elders wanted to come and discuss how to handle it.

How could someone who has experienced riding the wind and soaring through the air possibly endure the bumpy ride and dust on a dirt road?

She can never go back...

“Although the River God Festival has ended, Prince Huai must have many things to finish up. He must be too busy to come here,” Li Xianghan comforted herself.

The world is watching the dragon, and Liang Qu is a particularly special one among them, full of legendary stories. Li Xianghan also intends to collect information about Liang Qu. She knows that in June and July of this year, the Prince of Huai held a grand event at thirteen ports that lasted for a month and a half. There was everything to eat, drink and have fun. All the entertainment in the world combined could not compare to this.

It's a pity I can't go to southern Xinjiang; I don't know how prosperous it is.

Perhaps I'll have the opportunity to represent the team someday?
"Kakakaka."

Awei opened and closed his mouth, lay down again, and the golden centipede crawled around him, then snuggled back into his arms.

"What? Prince Huai is coming today after finishing his business?" Li Xianghan asked in surprise.

"Kakakaka."

Yixing County.

"Ha~ha~"

The plum blossom-patterned table is overturned, the tea canister is tipped over, and the tea leaves are scattered.

Half a cup of spilled tea dried on the table, leaving a puddle of water with the fragrance of tea.

The gauze curtains were half-fallen, Long Eying's chest heaved as she gasped for breath, birds fluttering around the pear wood backrest above her head, the edges of which she crushed into wood chips.

Liang Qu sat on the edge of the bed, his upper body bare. His muscles were so clearly defined that they looked as if they had been drawn with a wolf-hair brush dipped in ink. He turned halfway around, brushed away the strands of hair that clung to E Ying's body, and then slid his palm across her thigh. He watched as the soft, jade-colored flesh squeezed out between his fingers, feeling the smoothness and slight dampness on his fingertips. He could hardly hold it, and he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her all the way down to her feet.

Refreshing.

All the fatigue was cast aside, and I once again experienced the happiness and fulfillment of life.

“After the Bing Fire Day ends, I will probably have some free time. Is there anywhere you would like to go, Madam?” Liang Qu rubbed his feet.

Long Eying's pupils focused, and she turned her head slightly, thinking for a moment: "Go to Linggu Temple to see fireflies? And Pengze Caohai, I heard that every summer and autumn when the water is low, there will be a large grassland. I wonder what it's like."

“Okay.” Liang Qu brushed aside the black hair on Long Eying’s forehead with his fingers, revealing her face. “I’ll send someone to communicate with the abbot of Linggu Temple to book the entire venue in advance. Pengze Grassland is too big, I’ll have someone go and see where is the best place.”

“No need, everyone else has to go anyway…” Long Eying said no, but the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but turn up.

"You say you don't need it, but why are you smiling? Madam is not being honest."

"Haha, why do you like tickling my feet so much... Stop it, I'm so tired, I don't want to move..."

"How tired I am."

"So tired, I want to sleep..."

After a short break, Liang Qu, having regained his energy, played with E Ying for a while after receiving a message from Awei asking about her well-being, and then immediately threw himself into the next round of work.

Southern Xinjiang, let's go!

……

The cicadas chirped incessantly, and streams of water gushed out, making it seem like rain was falling under the tree.

These insects appear between May and August each year, with July being their peak activity period. They are so noisy that Liang Qu can hardly hear what is being said, yet he does not find them annoying.

The centipede half-raised its body and swayed from side to side.

Li Xianghan felt that Liang Qu was in a strange good mood today.

Feeling relaxed after finishing up territorial affairs?

"On a Bing Fire Day, the weather is hot and all things are restless, especially the low-level Gu worms. The number of Gu worms in the Insect Valley is already huge, and the incomplete and abandoned Gu worms from Jiuzhaigou are constantly being added. Every year, there are hundreds of millions of Gu worms in the Insect Valley, and their restlessness is quite spectacular."

But it is also a rare opportunity. Most low-level Gu worms will be unable to resist seeking a pairing opportunity at this time, fighting each other, turning waste into treasure, and leaving the strong behind.

At this moment, with the help of the saintess's physique and the catalysis of the ritual, the strong insects will pair up and their essence of flesh and blood will be transferred to the offspring insects.

Therefore, every Insect Valley Festival will see the emergence of very rare alien insects, and there are even alien insects that can absorb the essence of the sun.

Because their fathers were of low rank and their constraints were weak, these strange insects were extremely ferocious and largely unaffected by bloodlines, allowing them to be contracted. Talented individuals from Jiuzhaigou would enter the Insect Valley to compete for the cultivation of powerful Gu insects. Upon emerging, they would use their new Gu insects to compete for rankings. This practice benefited them personally and also earned them rewards from the chieftain. It was a custom in Southern Xinjiang. The Holy Maiden had an advantage in cultivating Gu insects, and almost every year, she would be the top performer.

Li Xianghan explained the rules and functions of the Insect Valley Festival.

"How long will it take to find and cultivate the offspring?"

"Soon, the Insect Valley Festival will last for about forty days from beginning to end. Tomorrow I will set off for Insect Valley to perform a dance. On the 21st, people under the age of 35 from all the major villages will officially enter Insect Valley."

Whether it's the Great Hunt in Huangzhou or the Southern Frontier, people under 35 are generally considered the younger generation, as this is when their potential is most fully realized. Those over 35 are considered to be of a different generation, and they are unlikely to stand out from the crowd.

Tianwu nodded, then asked about another matter.

"What about the matter of the condensation of sweet dew that I asked you about last time? Did you ask your grandmother if she found out?"

"I found out, I found out." Li Xianghan said, pecking at rice like a chick. "The King has given orders, and I dare not delay. I will do my best. I asked my grandmother indirectly, and what we escorted that time was indeed called Sweet Dew Condensation Qi. We supply it to the chieftain every year. I don't know the exact amount, but it's definitely not small. The most crucial thing is..."

"What's the most important thing? Don't keep me in suspense. And have you found out where the long-lasting gas is delivered?"

With a guaranteed minimum of over a hundred strands of the long-lasting energy of heaven and earth, Liangqu will explode and take off, spiraling upwards into the sky.

The same type of gas, the same container, even without a cauldron, can still be collected quickly.

Li Xianghan looked around, then quietly peeked out the window. Once she was sure no one was there, she ran to the door.

The three mice—gray, white, and yellow—followed them, jumping onto the windowsill, running under the bed, and dashing behind the door, observing their surroundings before jumping onto the table one by one to report that no one was there.

Liang Qu finally understood what she was doing: "Don't worry about it. I know better than you whether someone is eavesdropping. If I can't find someone, how could a mere Grand Martial Master like you?"

Li Xianghan chuckled: "It's just a matter of habit. I really don't know where the sweet dew condenses, and neither does my grandmother. It's always finished after it's sent to the chieftain. I don't know where the long-lasting energy is placed. But this year is different. It's related to you."

"How to say?"

Li Xianghan unconsciously lowered her voice: "Didn't I say last time that there were talented young men in Jiuzhaigou who were stuck by the Qi-eating technique?"

This time, I subtly inquired about this with my grandmother, who said that it was because, for some unknown reason, all the long-lasting supplies prepared by the various villages mysteriously disappeared last year, mostly around the time of the battle with the Great Shun, especially the day the white ape appeared! It must have been taken by Your Majesty's friend, the white ape.”

It wasn't my friend who took it; it was me.

"Such a thing actually happened? I'll ask it about it when I have time." The centipede slammed its segmented limbs on the table. "Get to the point first!"

"That's the key point," Li Xianghan said aggrievedly. "Collecting the long qi is extremely difficult. Without a suitable container, you can't take it away at all. You can see it but you can't touch it."

However, the long qi disappeared entirely in the treasure vault, but the container that held the long qi was not lost. This indicates that the other party only took the long qi and knew about and possessed all the containers of long qi, or even that the containers were of a higher level, causing the long qi to automatically dissipate without needing to enter the treasure vault.

The chieftain suspected a traitor among us and worried that the condensed dew energy might also be malfunctioning. He planned to take advantage of the situation to relocate them, using the festival as a cover for the movement of his experts. My grandmother received orders and was told not to speak of it.

Liang Qu's eyes lit up.

Is there such a good thing?
Fearing the story would repeat itself, the chieftain made preparations to transfer the long breath in advance; he was truly clever.

If he stays hidden and doesn't move, it's really hard for him to find his location. But if the chieftain makes a move, combined with the old toad's talent...

The eyes of the centipede flashed with glints of cunning, ruthlessness, despicableness, shamelessness, evil, and lewdness.

Li Xianghan covered her head and slapped herself in the face.

What am I doing? Why did I say so much, and then actually ask?

Do I really want to become a traitor to southern Xinjiang?

No.

The two celestial beings clashed fiercely, exchanging punches and kicks, grabbing hair, slapping mouths, and kicking butts...

“You did a great job!” The arthropod slammed its hand on the table.

Li Xianghan exclaimed with delight, "Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty!"

"If things are exposed in the future, I will try my best to save your life."

Li Xianghan's face fell: "Your Majesty, how can we not be exposed? I'm still young, I haven't even had a fling yet, and I haven't yet experienced the glory of becoming a Grandmaster Cheng Zhenxiang..."

"As much as possible."

"So perfunctory."

"Insolence!" The centipede stopped, its segmented limbs on its back. "Do you think I'm easy to talk to?"

Li Xianghan shuddered: "I wouldn't dare."

"Alright, I am aware of the matter. Now, let's seize the time to cultivate and improve as much as we can!"

"As ordered!"

Li Xianghan clenched her fists, her eyes burning with ambition.

A rare opportunity.

During this Insect Valley Festival, she will definitely make a strong declaration of who she is as the First Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang!
Awei returned to his little nest, where the centipede he had previously chased away was carried by a mouse wrapped in a towel, its slithering body disappearing into the blanket.

……

The emerald green snake flicked its tongue, and Yun Qianlan's five hearts faced the sky, her aura constantly expanding.

a long time.

His breathing calmed down.

Yun Qianlan opened her phoenix eyes, a flash of light disappearing in an instant, feeling the surging power within her body, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"The Third Supernatural Power!"

Hunting Tigers in the Upper Realm!

A ride to the dust.

During this Insect Valley Festival, she will make a strong statement to regain the face she lost in Qingwen Valley, not to prove how great she is, but to tell everyone that what she lost, Yun Qianlan, will take back with her own hands!
……

The tall spider led the climb, followed by thousands of smaller spiders rolling along, resembling a dense army of spiders. The leading black spider had eight eyes and exuded a powerful, surging demonic aura.

Yu Aoshan had a cold and arrogant expression, but a ruthless heart.

Yun Qianlan and Li Xianghan have emerged as dark horses, stealing too much of the world's attention. At this Insect Valley Festival, Yu Aoshan will definitely make a strong statement to regain the spotlight and let her man know who is the most beautiful saintess in the Southern Frontier!
……

The little white dragon flew around wildly in the yard, directing a row of clam beetles to devour the cockscomb fruit.

On the repaired flower and bird double moon cave canopy bed, Liang Qu touched Long Eying's smooth and delicate thighs and pinched her fair and soft little feet.

At this Southern Frontier Insect Valley Festival, Prince Huai is determined to avenge his previous humiliation... no, there is no previous humiliation... to show off his skills... no, there is no need to show off. At most, he can hunt tigers and deal with one or two great demons. He can rely on Awei... Anyway, he will go all out and find an opportunity to seize the long-term advantage.

"How's the intensity?"

Long Eying lay on the bed, resting with her eyes closed: "Is my husband touching me or pressing me?"

"Press, massage, how can you press if you don't touch?"

"Not a massage?" Long Eying was taken aback.

"It's a massage."

"?"

The next day.

According to the distance, Li Xianghan was the last of the Jiuzhaigou Holy Maidens to depart.

The Southern Xinjiang Insect Valley stretches for over a thousand miles, with its widest point spanning tens of miles, making it an immense and unparalleled place.

The vast stream of insects surged and intertwined.

Liang Qu landed on Li Xianghan's shoulder, his eyes fixed on the "waterfall" blocking his path.

Vines droop, ancient trees fall, and a cluster of brightly colored snakes, intertwined with each other, tumble down the hillside, rolling and hissing, cascading like a waterfall and blocking the road.

(End of this chapter)