Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1230 A Tenfold Increase in Popularity: Is the River Lord Favoring Him? (Part Two)

"This guy... he looks so familiar, haven't we met somewhere before?"

"I don't remember, I don't think he looks familiar..." The little mirage dragon scratched its head. "What kind of people could the boss of Southern Xinjiang know? Could he be one of his defeated opponents? The more powerful kind?"

"Probably……"

Liang Qu expressed his approval.

He flicked his tail, squeezed to the front, and continued to spy through the gap in the wooden window.

What is that person writing?
In the vast Insect Valley Building, some indulged in debauchery, while others diligently cultivated their spiritual practice. Those who remained aloof from both, deeply embracing the Doctrine of the Mean, mostly read miscellaneous books and short stories, or met with a few friends to play cards. I hardly ever saw anyone writing letters.

Despite changing several windows and viewing it from multiple angles, Liang Qu still couldn't see the contents clearly.

The window gap was too narrow. The person in the room was facing the table with his back to the beams and canal, only half of his face was visible. His burly body obscured most of what he was writing.

"Boss, do you think it might be some kind of classified intelligence?"

"possible!"

Liang Qu's eyes lit up.

The Insect Valley Festival is being held, and those who can reside in the Insect Valley Tower are all experts from various villages, including many at the third level of the Celestial Realm, and even those with the combat power of the Five Poisons, Nine Poisons, and Twenty-Four Fiends...

Wait, the Twenty-Four Evils?
A flash of inspiration struck my mind, and a burst of lightning illuminated the sky.

Liang Qu stared wide-eyed at that half-profile, then suddenly realized what was happening.

grandma's.

"No wonder you looked familiar, it's you, kid!"

The Twenty-Four Evils of Southern Xinjiang, the Bone Evil of E Qirui.

When the support team first arrived in Lingnan Province, Xu Haitao said there were three secret strongholds to be taken down, one of which Liang Qu occupied. After accidentally crushing the cursed evil spirits and the corpse evil spirits, Xu Haitao gave him a bunch of portraits of experts from the Southern Frontier to prevent the incident from happening again. After all, sometimes the living are more valuable than the dead, as they can gain strategic advantage and collect ransom.

E Qirui was on the list.

Having confirmed the writer's identity, Liang Qu became even more curious about what the writer had written.

The Five Poisons, Nine Deadly Poisons, and Twenty-Four Fiends represent the most elite True Elephant combat force within the Southern Frontier. They are the kind of people who have the potential to achieve great things and are the ones who write the most valuable intelligence.
Perhaps it contains traces of condensed dew, and is part of the escort personnel!
This is something I have to watch.

"Boss, we can't see anything from outside, should we go in?"

"No need, just wait and see."

The swamp opened, and Liang Qu manipulated the flow of water, transforming it into invisible and colorless water vapor. This vapor seeped into the window cracks and gathered inside the room. Then, the water vapor re-condensed, silently spreading above the Bone Demon's head, forming a thin film of water.

The letter paper is reflected on the water film!
"Whoa, here it comes!" the little mirage dragon exclaimed. "Boss is truly brilliant! I am utterly convinced, completely convinced, and cannot contain my admiration!"

"Humph, no big deal."

With the help of the water film reflecting light, the contents of the letter gradually floated and became clear.

They were densely packed, like ants.

Liang Qu originally wanted to find Awei, who was fluent in the southern Xinjiang language, to act as a translator, but when the handwriting was refracted through another water film, causing the mirrored font to be mirrored again...

"Strange, boss, how come a man from southern Xinjiang can write the characters for 'Great Shun'?"

"Something's weird. Don't worry, let me see what's going on... Holy crap!"

The ink from the pen tip spread across the paper.

E Qirui was unaware that someone was watching him; he was completely absorbed in his own words and sentences.

Ordinary immortals cannot fly, nor can they hover outside the Insect Valley Tower. Those who can hover don't possess such strong concealment abilities, and those with such strong concealment abilities cannot see the letter he wrote. The person who can see the letter he wrote...

All things considered, only a dragon could possess such extraordinary abilities. Yet, even a dragon cannot escape the influence of the "stone in the river," and the great shaman within the building would not remain indifferent.

They would never have imagined that there was someone utterly illogical, lurking outside the window.

"The strongest are awe-inspiring without anger, and the greatest are revered without words."

"The Northern Court and the Southern Frontier are remote and desolate places, with limited land and weak resources. Their fear of the majesty of the Celestial Empire and their awe of the might of the royal army are like fireflies to the sun and moon, or ants to Mount Tai!"

"His heart trembled with fear, his emotions like those of a dog or pig awaiting slaughter; thus, he had no choice but to act like a jackal howling in terror, a bluffing viper..."

No one knows what seed Liang Qu's article planted in E Qirui's mind, and no one knows what kind of sapling this seed would grow into after Liang Qu's overwhelming power in slaying the dragon, or what direction it would fall into after the fall of the Pan Dong Da Xi.

The fighting between the southern border and the Da Shun region had long since ceased.

The two sides signed a non-aggression pact, withdrew the border guards and Zhenxiang from the border city, and trade in Lingnan resumed. Unorthodox elements became active again in the triangular area.

Peace has lasted for a year and a half.

Southern Xinjiang is a scattered mess, like land that has been turned over.

The sapling in E Qirui's heart did not wither and die, but instead grew strong in the soft soil after being turned over and in the hot and rainy climate of southern Xinjiang!
surrender!

We have no choice but to vote.

The rise of Da Shun is unstoppable, and there is no hope for the southern border.

This chieftain's strategies, such as the River God's division of the river and the use of witchcraft in the southern border regions, were indeed skillful and cunning, and highly effective. The entire Jiuzhaigou region submitted and was willing to follow him in undertaking major projects. The significant advantages in the early stages of the war proved this, with everyone escalating their efforts and continuously sending out top experts.

However, a major defeat led to the fall of hundreds of powerful figures and the departure of a great shaman, causing the political credibility of the chieftain to plummet. The reason the chieftain was not replaced was simply that no strongman had emerged in the last ten or twenty years to replace the current chieftain and gain the support of Jiuzhaigou.

In this situation, it is extremely difficult to salvage the situation; it requires countless small accumulations before a major action can be taken. This year's grand Insect Valley Festival is clearly the chieftain's way of proactively building a platform, taking advantage of the gathering of various groups and the improved relations to propose various small policies beneficial to the development of southern Xinjiang, attempting to regain political credibility.

Time is precious, but it is also fair.

You have it, I have it, everyone has it.

Who doesn't?
While the chieftain was regaining his political credibility, the Emperor of Da Shun was gaining even greater prestige and was at the height of his power. He was winning consecutive victories in the Northern Court and the Southern Frontier, and he was constantly making big moves and undertaking large-scale construction projects. Various cultivation records were being broken at an alarming rate. Other interest groups did not even dare to obstruct him. When the emperor's chariot rolled over them, they didn't even have time to dodge. How could they talk about opposing or obstructing him?
As one side gains and the other loses, if the Emperor of Da Shun doesn't make mistakes or become delusional, the southern border will only decline further and become increasingly suffocated under the pressure of Da Shun.

E Qirui was not a villager struggling to make a living. He was observant and had heard about some of the activities in the Prince of Huai's fiefdom in June, which were fascinating.

The dynasty was in its golden age.

Southern Xinjiang is practically an abandoned world!
There was a secret that E Qirui hadn't told anyone.

In fact, before Zaopan Dong fell, he had made arrangements and secretly submitted a letter of surrender to Da Shun!

At that time, there was no foundation of trust between the two parties. He was unsure whether Da Shun would accept it, so he did not reveal his name and wanted to try to negotiate some benefits first.

Unexpectedly, on that very day, Pan Dong arrived, leading to a standoff with Chong Wang. The standoff escalated into a full-blown war, and the White Ape suddenly appeared, joining forces with Chong Wang to annihilate Pan Dong...

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and the entire battle situation surged ahead in an unpredictable direction.

When the Great Shaman of Southern Xinjiang and the Martial Saint of Great Shun confront each other across the river, when the Flood Dragon of Huai River plunges in with a single sword, and when demon kings rise up one after another, it will be a complete mess.

Even the Forge Immortal had to appear; at this moment, no one cared about the fate of a mere True Immortal.

E Qirui's letter of surrender was thus left unanswered, disappearing without a trace.

A stormy sea with dark clouds may stir up waves, but they are not noticeable; a calm lake may ripple, but it is sure to harbor big fish.

The stagnant fighting ended unexpectedly quickly, the situation stabilized, and E Qirui, not daring to be a hero, silently followed the main force back to the heart of southern Xinjiang, where he remains to this day...

"pat..."

The wolf-hair brush was set aside.

The ink dispersed in the clear water.

E Qirui held the letter between his index and middle fingers, muttering to himself, "The chieftain left yesterday. There are still thirty days left. Is that enough time for the letter to travel back and forth between the Southern Xinjiang and Da Shun regions and receive a reply? How can I get rid of the withered shaman..."

"You want to steal the long qi as a stepping stone to join the Great Shun?"

Dead silence.

On a day of the Fire element (丙火), the weather was hot and dry. Inside the room, a large, enlarged vent emitted a billowing of cold mist. E Qirui felt a chill in his lower abdomen; he had never felt the cold mist emanating from the vent so icy and biting!

My hair stood on end, and goosebumps rose in layers.

E Qirui's vision blurred. He raised his hand and slammed it down, shattering the entire tabletop, along with the letter, into dust. The dust scattered and piled up in a triangle on the ground, destroying the evidence. He looked around and questioned:
"Who? Who's speaking? Spying on loyal ministers in the southern border is a grave crime! Don't you want to live?"

"Don't panic when things happen. If I wanted to expose you, I wouldn't be here now, and I certainly wouldn't give you the chance to destroy the evidence. Don't you agree, Bone Demon E Qirui?"

The king?

Who dares to call themselves the King?

With his feet spread apart, E Qirui manipulated the Gu worms to distribute in the corners, his brain working at lightning speed.

"Drip." A drop of cool water hit the bricks on the ground, blooming into a small white flower. E Qirui's eyes widened in surprise, his pupils turned upwards, and he was shocked to find that a water mirror had been condensed on the ceiling!
when?
They tampered with his room and openly spied on him, yet there were no signs whatsoever?
He took a half step back, a strong killing intent flashing in E Qirui's eyes; he knew it all too well.

I saw it.

I saw it all!

"Clatter, crash, crash."

The sound of water is continuous, the water mirror ripples, and the water droplets in the center keep falling, connecting the dots to form a line, changing into a stream of water, growing from the ground, and condensing into a "little water person".

The "little water man" has all four limbs intact, raising his hands and feet as if adapting to his own body.

It left a trail of water, moved like a snail, oblivious to everything around it, stepped on the protruding bricks, and leaped onto the windowsill.

Sunlight streamed through the window paper, casting a hazy glow that created interplay of shadows and clearly revealed its features.

E Qirui's gaze froze for a moment.

"Judging from your expression, I probably don't need to introduce you. You look very familiar with my appearance." The little man crossed his legs and sat on the windowsill. "That's right, it's me."

Pupils dilated, breathing rapid.

E Qirui will never forget this face, a man who can be described as a miracle worker, who has created countless legends in the thirty years from his birth to the present.

Liangqu!

Prince Huai!

but……

From Da Shun Nan Zhili to Nanjiang Insect Valley, there are hundreds of thousands of miles in between. How could the other party possibly "stand" in front of you and talk to you?

Is it someone else pretending, or...?

"Lord Bone Demon, is something the matter?" The servant outside the door noticed the noise and asked with concern.

"roll!"

"I'm sorry, I disturbed you, sir."

The plate fell to the ground with a clinking sound.

The servants used all four limbs to flee in panic.

With no outsiders around, E Qirui squinted and looked directly at the "water man": "Pingyang and Insect Valley are hundreds of thousands of miles apart. You say it is so, but why should I believe you? What evidence do you have?"

“I never prove my love to anyone except my wife,” Waterman said, shrugging.

"Cool!" the little mirage dragon outside the window exclaimed. "Don't worry, boss, I'll tell it to Sister Eying when we get back."

"You think you're so smart."

"No, no, I'm just a little bit better than Fatty and Hedgehog."

Quietly.

Dust floats.

E Qirui's thoughts were colliding and fluctuating, a battle between heaven and man. He watched as the water man controlled the water, creating a water film that enveloped the room, isolating it from sound, without stopping him.

He was afraid, afraid that it was some kind of test, but that the letter he had written had already been seen by the other party.

Kill the water elementals? Would that even be useful?

It poses absolutely no threat to the opponent's main body.

The shimmering water reflected on the bricks: "You have no choice but to believe me, right? Among the experts of the Southern Frontier, who has the ability to approach you silently? If it were the Great Shaman of the Heavenly Dragon, seeing that letter would be enough; is evidence really necessary?"

E Qirui did not admit to writing the letter: "If he is the Prince of Huai, how could he be here?"

"Let's see if there are any unused long gas pipelines in southern Xinjiang."

"Would the Prince of Huai lack long-lasting energy?"

"Nonsense, everyone needs a lot of breath. If you don't, give me a hundred or two hundred strands, and I'll take them all."

E Qirui realized he had made a stupid mistake and was about to speak.

"Squeak."

The window is open.

A water balloon floated in, landed in the "water man's" hand, and was tossed to the wary E Qirui.

The water balloon burst, and E Qirui touched a hard object that was completely transparent and teardrop-shaped.

Mermaid Tears!
"This mermaid's tear is my token of allegiance. In recognition of your surrender, I, on behalf of the Great Shun Dynasty, can grant you a title of nobility."

The mysterious methods, water control, mermaid tears, uniquely youthful tone, and analysis of the facts and consequences... E Qirui was already mostly convinced, and vaguely asked, "What is the price?"

“The sweet dew has condensed into energy; I need to know its whereabouts.”

E Qirui's pupils showed a slight change.

"So you knew all along!" The Water Man jumped off the windowsill, his hands behind his back, and looked at the Bone Demon. "Ten strands of long breath surrendering is too petty. It was already in my pocket. If we're going to do something, let's do something big."

Sweet dew condenses into vapor!

This is Liang Qu's most desired goal.

According to information, Jiuzhaigou has been collecting these for over ten years. If there is even one hundred strands, the price will skyrocket tenfold, thanks to the favor of the Sichuan Emperor!

His talent will double again from its current level!
Light and shadow intertwined on the water elemental's head, unexpectedly revealing its burgeoning ambition.

Even though the other person was looking up to him, E Qirui felt like he was the one being looked down upon.

He gave a vague answer: "It's difficult."

"That's for you."

……

The weather was gloomy; heavy rains are common in southern Xinjiang on a Bing Fire day.

Li Xianghan hugged the scorching insect jar, anxiously awaiting the result.

The leeches attract heat sources, stretching and contracting on the leaves, only to be driven away by insect repellent powder. These leeches are arguably the most disgusting creatures in the jungle, clinging to shrubs and leaves, waiting for their prey to pass by.

Unlike leeches, land leeches are very slender and narrow. They run backwards and very fast, and they travel in groups. By the time people realize what's happening, a large number of them may have sucked onto their clothes. They are so small that they can enter and exit through the mesh of the clothes, so even wearing clothes won't help.

As a native of southern Xinjiang, Li Xianghan was already used to this scene. She prayed for the success of the Gu-making process while watching Awei.

Why hasn't the Prince of Huai arrived yet?

Where have you gone?

Has she found someone new?

……

"You mean, the condensed dew was transferred by a master of spatial magic?"

"It's a guess, not certain. There aren't many True Images with Inner Universes. They require Five Elements Stones and are only found by major powers. They are honored guests of each stronghold. I've noticed two True Images with Inner Universes that have been active recently, but their whereabouts are unknown. Perhaps they are involved in the same matter."

"That makes sense..."

The water spirit rubbed his chin.

The condensation of nectar and the pseudo-dragon are related to "national policy." The large-scale transfer of long qi is the top priority of the southern border strategy. It is safest to let the trusted spatial supernatural power Zhenxiang be in charge of its operation, which is equivalent to using a Zhenxiang Grandmaster as a container.

He himself does not open the entrance, so outsiders have no way to sneak into the inner world to steal.

The Heavenly Dragon Society manifests as "Stone in the River." There is only one Marquis of Xingyi in the world, and he has already advanced to the Heavenly Dragon level, so there is no need to worry. At this time, with the addition of several top experts of the Five Poisons and Nine Poisons categories to escort him, there is no need to worry about him being snatched away halfway.

A master of the Five Poisons and Nine Deadly Poisons.

exactly.

Isn't there one right in front of us?
The water spirit's eyes gleamed: "Given your Bone Fiend status, is there any way you can infiltrate this team under the guise of escorting them?"

"Maybe..."

(End of this chapter)