The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Zhi Baiqing vanished from the spot in a flash.

Wang Wen could only catch a fleeting glimpse of a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind Huang Jiao, who was about to enter the water, and punched Huang Jiao in the back of the head...

At the critical moment, a turbid water giant suddenly rushed out of the water and punched Zhi Baiqing's fist.

Despite not seeing how the water giant made any move, Zhi Baiqing suddenly felt as if he had been burdened with an immense weight. His movements, which were so fast that his afterimages were barely visible, suddenly became stiff and slow, like an old lady practicing Tai Chi. His fist was about to smash into the back of Huang Jiao's head, but he could only watch helplessly as Huang Jiao plunged headfirst into the water.

Just then, Wang Wen, who was watching the battle from mid-air, suddenly saw a golden light shoot out from above his head. Within the golden light, a palm-sized golden seal with a dragon knob was spinning rapidly. The magnificent and vast golden light illuminated the dark world in an instant.

The water giant's swift movements became stiff and slow when illuminated by the golden light of the dragon-shaped golden seal, just like the movements of the old lady Zhi Baiqing practicing Tai Chi.

However, Zhi Baiqing instantly shook off its "weak" state. It sidestepped the water giant's fist, and with its outstretched fingers, it scooped down and grabbed Huang Jiao's tail at the last moment.

It's too late to say it, but it's too late to say it.

The many monsters present felt a blur before their eyes, and then the situation changed into something they couldn't understand at all. Many of them couldn't even see where that dim, yellowish water giant came from.

Zhi Baiqing clearly understood the situation, so disregarding the water giant that was right next to it, it grabbed the yellow dragon's tail and pulled it backward with all its might.

"Ow..."

Huang Jiao, who had just entered the water, shouted in shock and anger. He was pulled out of the water by Zhi Baiqing, who swung his arm with great force, just like a snake catcher wielding a spicy strip, and slammed it hard onto the ground on the shore.

"Ow ooh..."

Huang Jiao was so terrified he felt like he was about to be turned into a spicy snack. He screamed hoarsely and twisted his body frantically, sometimes trying to pull out his own tail, sometimes trying to turn around and bite Zhi Baiqing, but all his attempts ended in failure. He could only watch helplessly as the broad and heavy earth slammed into his face.

"Ugh."

"Boom..."

The shrill sound of something cutting through the air and the muffled, powerful sound of a blow rang out almost simultaneously.

The yellow dragon slammed into the ground, splitting the barren earth into a ravine two or three miles long, nine feet wide, and two zhang deep. The yellow dragon, which had been full of vigor and vitality just a moment ago, was now embedded in the depths of this ravine, its head drooping and its body twitching slightly, looking somewhat dead...

Behind Zhi Baiqing, Wang Wen's fist, as big as a sandbag, steadily blocked the water giant's fist.

He stared coldly at the water giant before him, but his gaze seemed to pierce through mountains and rivers, reaching the group of shamans jumping around the altar.

"I won't repeat myself!"

He coldly said, "Considering your ignorance and arrogance, I can pardon your many shady deeds in the Central Plains. But from this moment on, if you dare to do anything improper again, I will immediately start a war with you until our lineage is severed and we are all dead!"

The water giant, formed from the turbid waters of the Yellow River, made a very human-like gesture of looking up. It stared at the brightly shining golden seal with a dragon knob above Wang Wen's head, and remained there for several seconds.

Then, the water giant, which was two or three zhang tall, suddenly disintegrated and turned into a splash of river water that fell back into the river.

Wang Wen slowly withdrew his fist, his gaze remaining cold and unyielding.

Behind him, Zhi Baiqing continued to swing Huang Jiao left and right, left and right, smashing it wildly, grinning and looking as excited as a mischievous monkey playing with a spicy snack.

As for the yellow dragon in its hand, its head was already a bloody mess, and it was no longer alive...

Wang Wen shifted his gaze to Ao Qing and Bai Zimo, who were leading the cheering and waving of flags on the river, his eyes turning somewhat cold.

Ao Qing and Bai Zimo shivered simultaneously, hurriedly leaping out of the water and shouting at the top of their lungs with great momentum, "Men, charge!"

"My lads, kill all these wicked demons and restore the Yellow River to its former glory!"

"Kill..."

Six thousand aquatic demon soldiers, under the command of the two demons, swarmed upstream against the current towards the Yellow River demons.

The morale of the Yellow River demons, which had already plummeted to rock bottom with the defeat of Huang Jiao, scattered like birds and beasts in an instant...

Seeing this, Wang Wen whispered in the ears of the two demons, Ao Qing and Bai Zimo: "I give you five days to thoroughly cleanse the Yellow River, and exterminate all demons and monsters without leaving a single one alive... Whoever beheads the most will become the new master of the Yellow River Water Palace!"

The two demon kings, who were still slightly reluctant after hearing the first few sentences, immediately became cross-eyed after hearing the last two sentences, just like cattle and horses that had just digested wolf culture and chicken blood.

"Little ones, follow me!"

"My lads, follow me into battle and eradicate evil completely... Whoever beheads the most will be recommended by the Grand General to establish his own government and military headquarters!"

"Me too. Whoever kills the most Yellow River demons will be the one I recommend to the Great General to succeed me..."

"Do you have any shame?"

"What use would I have for that thing?"

The two demon kings leaped to the front of the demons, wielding their weapons with full magical power to slaughter the Yellow River water demons who couldn't escape, while shouting loudly to encourage their demon soldiers and generals. As they shouted, they became a noisy mess.

Wang Wen watched the two demon armies race upstream against the current, then turned to Zhi Baiqing, who was not far away, and said, "Let them handle the tough guys upstream. Your Taihu Water Palace troops can deal with the downstream. When the opportunity arises, I will return the position of Huai River God to you."

Upon hearing this, Zhi Baiqing excitedly threw the dragon corpse in his hand onto the shore, transformed into human form, clenched his fists, and knelt on one knee, saying, "This humble general thanks the great general for his kindness!"

What does it mean to have many opportunities in a startup group?
In ancient times, it frequently interacted with various gods and immortals in the Heavenly Court, and it performed many welcoming and farewell ceremonies. Those gods and immortals were well aware that it was the son of Wuzhiqi, the ancient water god of the Huai River.

Yet not a single deity ever mentioned arranging for him to become the water god of the Huai River…

And how long has he served under General Wang?
In its eyes, the little thing that General Wang had ordered it to do was nothing at all!
But before it had even hinted at this, General Renwang had already offered to help him secure the position of the Water God of the Huai River...

Without comparison, there is no harm.

At this moment, Zhi Baiqing truly had the will to fight to the death for Wang Wenxiao!

Wang Wen was also very satisfied with Zhi Baiqing's reaction. What does it mean to achieve great things with little money?

The position of the Huai River God is far less secure than that of the Yellow River God.

However, Zhi Baiqing had only been under his command for a short time, and his contributions were far less than those of Ao Qing and Bai Zimo, who had served him diligently.

If the position of River God of the Yellow River were given to Zhi Baiqing, even if Ao Qing and Bai Zimo didn't say it, they would definitely have some resentment in their hearts...

However, since Zhi Baiqing had killed the Yellow River God, not rewarding him would not be enough to demonstrate the clear distinction between reward and punishment.

The position of the water god of the Huai River is just right, neither too light nor too heavy, and Zhi Baiqing will appreciate his favor.

'It's still the T0 version that's been thoroughly beaten up that's truly satisfying to use...'

Wang Wen sent Zhi Baiqing and his men to clear the lower reaches of the Yellow River, while he himself landed on the bank and used the "Pot Heaven Technique" to transform the thick and long corpse of the Yellow Dragon into a small spicy strip more than a meter long and put it into his palm.

He first used magic to completely seal the dazed and confused primordial spirit of the Yellow Dragon inside its corpse, and then released divine fire to slowly burn it, stretching and shrinking it as it burned.

Sometimes it is over ten feet long and as thick as a bucket, and sometimes it shrinks to only a few inches and is as thin as a steel needle...

During this time, Huang Jiao's primordial spirit awoke amidst excruciating pain. It first cried out in agony, begging for mercy, but when it saw that Wang Wen ignored it, it launched into a hysterical tirade of curses and fiercely resisted Wang Wen's refining process.

Wang Wen was extremely annoyed. He wanted to completely format this guy's primordial spirit, but he was also reluctant to destroy this rare refining material.

This is a complete dragon corpse that is only one step away from transforming into a dragon. In the present day, it is definitely a top-notch refining material.

"The fact that you can say these things shows that you don't understand the principle of accepting the consequences of a bet."

Wang Wen spoke softly, "Then I'll try to say something you can understand... Do you know why I haven't responded to you despite your many disturbances on the Yellow River?"

Huang Jiao's arrogant nature caused it to open its mouth as if to reply to Wang Wen: "Of course, it's because you can't do anything to me and fear my power!"

But before it could even utter a word, it realized its current predicament…

Wang Wen asked himself and answered, "Firstly, of course, I'm very busy and don't have time to deal with you."

"Secondly, it's because you are a local monster of our China. Your stirring up trouble and harming the people on the Yellow River is just an internal conflict of our China. I will deal with you sooner or later, that's for sure, but it's not that urgent, and it's not that I necessarily want you to die!"

"In fact, before I came here, I was thinking that as long as you didn't collude with those shady mountain bandits outside the Great Wall, and as long as you were willing to accept the consequences of your gamble, I might as well give you a chance to be officially recognized..."

He was speaking from the heart; he just didn't mention the consequences.

Upon hearing this, Huang Jiao's mind, which had been clouded by anger and resentment, suddenly cleared considerably, and a great sense of regret rose within him.

Wang Wen keenly sensed that the resistance of the "refining materials" was weakening, and continued to press on while the iron was hot: "Who would have thought that you would actually collude with those mountain kings outside the pass... I really don't understand. You said that your cultivation is only one step away from becoming a demon immortal, and that you are only one step away from becoming the Yellow River God. At this critical juncture, instead of obediently finding a place where no one can find you and getting through this last hurdle, why are you jumping out and causing trouble?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Jiao was filled with hysterical regret: "What do you know? To transform into a dragon, one must undergo the Tribulation of the Three Nine Heavens, and to become the River God, one needs to be officially recognized by the human dynasty. If I hadn't truly had no other choice, how could I have fallen for their treacherous scheme?"

Instead of continuing the conversation along its lines, Wang Wen scoffed, "Even if you want to find an ally to lend you a hand, you should at least find a reliable one! Look at those mountain bandits; the moment they see you're at a disadvantage, they abandon you without hesitation and flee at the first sign of trouble..."

Huang Jiao was instantly enraged and unleashed a torrent of venomous words at the mountain bandits outside the pass, his language so foul that not a single word needed to be censored.

Wang Wen let it express its emotions and silently accelerated the refining process.

Huang Jiao sensed his mind rapidly dissipating. He wanted to be resolute and accept defeat, but he was also too afraid of death. He could only plead, "My lord, could you please show mercy and spare a wisp of my soul for reincarnation? I will offer my entire body to you for refining treasures, and I will repay your great kindness in my next life..."

Hearing his tone shift from arrogance to obsequiousness, Wang Wen couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. He immediately loosened his grip and asked, "You don't know who I am?"

Huang Jiao replied, bewildered, "Aren't you the General Who Slays Demons in Huainan, sir?"

Wang Wen almost laughed at this guy's stupidity: "What? Didn't your good ally tell you that I am the Lord of Huangshan, the Central Town, and the City God of Xuzhou? Whether you can enter reincarnation again is entirely up to me!"

As he spoke, his spirit left his body and transformed above his head into the deity himself, clad in golden armor of light, with a crimson robe of mountains and rivers on the outside, and a golden wheel of merit shining brightly behind his head.

In an instant, a vast divine power, as powerful as the heavens and earth themselves, descended, and the barren land sprouted patches of lush green grass at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Huang Jiao froze for a few seconds, then came to his senses and unleashed another torrent of emotional outbursts: "I beep beep beep beep beep beep..."

After venting most of its pent-up frustration and resentment, it said with complete remorse, "This humble demon is willing to be Your Majesty's guardian treasure. I only beg Your Majesty that on the day Your Majesty's divine power is fully realized, Your Majesty may allow a wisp of my soul to be reincarnated as a human and submit to Your Majesty's rule!"

Wang Wen: "Granted!"

Huang Jiao: "Thank you for your mercy, Your Excellency..."

Huang Jiao's primordial spirit no longer resisted the refining by the divine fire, and actively cooperated with Wang Wen's refining process. The huge dragon corpse gradually became thinner and thinner as it was stretched and shrunk again and again, and its precious light became brighter and brighter. Finally, it transformed into a rope-like object that was 18 feet long, as thin as a chopstick, and shimmering with golden light.

Wang Wen summoned the silver spear, transforming it into a ten-foot-long spear, and threw it into the divine fire. He carefully protected the trace of spirituality within the silver spear with his divine sense, slowly refining the spear body. Then, he filled the spear body with the tendons transformed from the entire dragon corpse, and solidified the primordial spirit of the yellow dragon onto the spearhead...

After the gun body was completed, Wang Wen's spirit left his body again, plucked a wisp of golden light of merit from behind his head, and gently sent it into the gun body.

"Ow."

A roar, like that of a tiger or a dragon, exploded out, and the spear burst forth from the divine fire, plunging into the Yellow River. After swimming around for a moment as if it were alive, it flew back to Wang Wen, floating quietly and trembling, as if urging its master to hold on to it...

The reforged spear was still entirely silver, but now it had a fine golden dragon pattern on its body. The dragon pattern swirled around the spear with a dazzling light, and the dragon's head, at the junction of the spearhead and the body, transformed into a golden dragon-shaped mouth, spitting out a section of the willow-leaf-shaped spearhead. The dragon's eyes emitted a scarlet, ferocious light, making it look like a living creature.

Wang Wen reached out, spread his five fingers, and gently grasped the middle of the gun. He then turned around and lightly slashed at the Yellow River from a distance.

No splashing waves were seen, but the river stopped flowing in an instant. A large blue stone, as tall as a person, on the opposite bank was silently split in two, the break smooth as a mirror, without the slightest burr.

"Nice gun."

Wang Wen stroked the spear with delight: "From now on, you'll be called the Dragon Gall Spear." (End of Chapter)