Daily Intelligence: From Water Snake to Jinghe Dragon King

Chapter 217 Liu Qing Slays Three Flowers Across the Border, Crown Prince Yang Yong is the Cause of the Sui Dynasty's Demise

Liu Qing's perfect-level water mine was actually blocked by the combined efforts of several local gods. Liu Qing couldn't help but feel surprised and suspicious. After slightly sensing their aura, he understood.

Don't underestimate these local deities just because they are not of high rank. They are all highly skilled in cultivation, each possessing the cultivation level of the Dharma Realm.

Furthermore, they sensed the realms of the mountain god and the city-guarding ancestral spirit, and found that they all possessed the cultivation of the Dharma Realm, with some even reaching the early stage of the Five Qi Realm.

Yang Yong, the City God of Xianyang, was at the early stage of the Three Flowers Realm, only slightly less accomplished than Yang Zhen, the City God of Chang'an, and his ancestor.

Seven or eight mountain gods and land deities at the Dharma Realm level, three or five ancestral spirits of families at the Five Qi Realm level, plus Yang Yong, the City God of Xianyang, at the early stage of the Three Flowers Realm.

With such strength, it's no wonder they were able to trap the demon king Donkey Shiheng, who led thousands of Tang soldiers to quell the rebellion, and the fierce general Mule Shixin.

"Though I am dead and crippled, I am still a member of the Yang family. Today, let me fight for the Yang family one more time."

Yang Yong, the City God of Xianyang, stood up, tilted his head back and drank the last mouthful of wine, then opened his mouth and spat out three flowers from his body: poetry, sword, and wine.

Most powerful beings in the Three Flowers Realm condense the Three Flowers of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, but some with higher talent and comprehension condense more unique Three Flowers.

For example, Yang Yong, the City God of Xianyang, condensed three flowers, which were the things he was attached to both in life and in death: poetry, swordsmanship, and fine wine.

Then, the flower of poetry grew larger, spun around, and scattered lines of poetry, like chains binding a spirit, wrapping around Liu Qing.

Sword flowers shot out streaks of sword light, slashing towards Liu Qing. Wine flowers, carrying a mellow aroma, shot out streams of liquid from above. Before the liquid even touched him, Liu Qing felt drowsy and became intoxicated by it.

Seeing Liu Qing get drunk on the wine flowers, he will later be entangled by the poetry flowers and used as a target by the sword flowers, piercing his heart with ten thousand swords.

Suddenly, the various fragments within his body began to stir, awakening Liu Qing's true self.

Liu Qing broke out in a cold sweat. Although Yang Yong, the City God of Xianyang, was not as skilled as Yang Zhen, the City God of Chang'an, his three flowers were special, and his power in battle far surpassed that of his ancestor Yang Zhen.

If it weren't for this period of seclusion, during which all the divided spirits within my body reached perfection, I wouldn't have been able to resist the influence of the wine flowers and awaken my true self.

A fierce glint flashed in Liu Qing's eyes.

He immediately activated his perfected Thick Armor talent, forcefully withstanding the countless sword lights shooting down from the sword blossoms. As for the wine liquid impacting from the wine blossoms, Liu Qing used a finger to divide it, and the magnificent waterfall of wine liquid bypassed him.

The poetic flowers transformed into chains of poetry, which bound Liu Qing. Liu Qing chuckled and roared, manifesting a perfect-level two-headed, four-armed form.

With four arms gripping the poetry chains, he unleashed a tremendous force of over 100,000 jin within his body, snapping the poetry chains binding his body with a crack.

"Now, it's my turn!—"

Liu Qing arrived with fiery wings, his front body wielding the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone, accompanied by the sounds of ghosts wailing and gods howling, and thrust it forward.

City God Yang Yong hurriedly summoned his sword to defend himself, narrowly blocking the attack. Although he was not injured, his divine power surged, and he was secretly shocked.

Yang Yong had just caught his breath when Liu Qing's fiery wings moved, and he suddenly flipped over. Two hands appeared behind his back, gripping the Mountain-Driving Whip, and slammed it down on him.

Yang Yong's expression immediately changed drastically. With just one sword flower, he was no match for Liu Qing's repeated attacks, so he had no choice but to summon the Poetry Flower and the Wine Flower as well.

Liu Qing ignored them all. No matter how many flowers gathered, he simply flicked his fiery wings, flipped his body back and forth, and attacked in turn with the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone and the Mountain-Driving Whip.

Each of the four hands, one in front and one behind, wielded a magical weapon to attack. The two heads were not idle either. One head had just spewed out a gust of yin wind, which made Yang Yong's mind and soul confused. Before he could calm down, the other head spat out a water thunderbolt, which blasted his body into pieces.

Yang Yong was terrified. This waterway commander of the Tang army, the Great Dragon God who controls clouds and rain, was only at the early stage of the Dharma Realm. How could his combat power be so strong?

They actually managed to overpower me, a cultivator at the Three Flowers Realm.

Recently, his reputation has been spreading for hundreds of miles around Chang'an. I thought it was an exaggeration, but now that I've seen him, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved.

Yang Yong, the City God of Xianyang, was at a disadvantage and was being suppressed by Liu Qing. The ancestral spirits at the Fifth Qi Realm could no longer sit still and rushed to help Yang Yong.

Other mountain gods and local deities also wanted to take to the air to help, but unexpectedly, Liu Qing's clones led Yin soldiers and soul beasts to attack.

He had no choice but to command the tree men, mountain giants, and the Yin soldiers and soul beasts that were Liu Qing's clones to fight each other.

Trapped in the dark clouds, Donkey Shiheng, with his profound Taoist skills, did not fall into a coma like the thousands of Tang soldiers and his own mule son, but instead shouted excitedly.

It originally joined Li Shimin's army, firstly to seek merit in changing the dynasty, and secondly to take care of its own mule son.

It had thought that as a demon king of the Five Qi Realm, it would be valued by Li Shimin and honored as the number one person in the army. However, it turned out that it was far inferior to Liu Qing.

It had previously harbored resentment, feeling that Li Shimin was blind to talent, ignoring it, a dignified demon king of the Five Qi Realm, and instead appointing a mere minor demon of the Divine Power Realm as the Waterway Manager and the Great Dragon God who controls clouds and rain.

Now, witnessing Liu Qing's combat prowess firsthand, one cannot help but be astonished.

Being able to cross two major realms and suppress the enemy, such formidable combat power has long surpassed that of himself, the Demon King. He no longer dares to harbor resentment and has already submitted wholeheartedly.

"Well done!"

When Liu Qing saw the five Five Qi Realm Ancestral Spirits coming to kill him, each of them summoned the five Qi within their chests, which transformed into the Five Elements Mountain to suppress him.

He immediately lashed out with his Mountain-Driving Whip, sending City God Yang Yong flying. He turned and lashed out again, blocking one of the Five Elements Mountains. Then, he unleashed his Wind Transformation Divine Power, his body transforming from solid to ethereal, and escaped from the encirclement of the five Five Elements Mountains.

Next, his body constantly shifted between reality and illusion, making it impossible for his opponents to surround him. His fire wings flapped rapidly as he moved around his enemies. His Panlong Eight-Tone Cone and Mountain-Driving Whip struck one after another, leaving the five Five Qi Realm Ancestral Spirits exhausted.

Finding an opening, Liu Qing swiftly pierced through the chest of an ancestral spirit, leaping into the air. Then, with a shake of the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone, he shattered the ancestral spirit's incense-like body.

The Yin Jade Spirit Banner, which had been secretly prepared beforehand, immediately controlled the trio of tiger, sheep, and deer to pull the ancestral spirit's soul into the banner. After dealing with one ancestral spirit, Liu Qing did not stop. He swung the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone, and the ancestral spirit opposite him hurriedly used the Five Elements Mountain to defend itself.

Unexpectedly, two flying swords suddenly appeared from nothingness and pierced through its heart.

The ancestral spirit's incense-burning body disintegrated, and the trio of tiger, sheep, and deer pounced again, dragging it into the Yin Jade Spirit Banner.

There were still three ancestral spirits at the Fifth Qi Realm left. Liu Qing didn't bother killing them himself, but sent the three great immortals Tiger, Sheep, and Deer, the demon king long-armed ape, and the city god Yang Zhen—five people at the Fifth Qi Realm—to surround and kill them.

"Hey, Fifth Brother, it's me, your Third Brother! Why are you attacking me!"

"Third brother, are you stupid? Fifth brother has had his mind erased and has become someone else's puppet!"

As the battle raged on, the ancestral spirits, already outnumbered, saw their two companions who had been dragged away earlier emerge. They assumed they were reinforcements, but were instead betrayed and realized that their companions had become puppets of the enemy.

The opponent now has seven, while he only has three. With two against one, there are still some left over. The three ancestral spirits were immediately filled with fear.

Tiger Power Immortal chuckled: "Don't be afraid, the three of you will become just like them in a while."

The three soul beasts, Tiger Power Immortal, Sheep Power Immortal, and Deer Power Immortal, were only controlled by the Spirit Binding Chains and resided within the Yin Jade Spirit Banner; their minds were not erased.

Like the Special Envoy, they were all well-known figures in Journey to the West. Liu Qing was temporarily too weak to erase their consciousness.

Liu Qing also tried to confer the titles of the three, including the Special Scholar and the Tiger Power Immortal, but every time he started trying, he felt fear in his heart, as if there was an inexplicable great terror.

This made Liu Qing even more wary, and he only dared to use them as henchmen, not to let them disappear.

Seeing that the situation here was settled, Liu Qing charged toward City God Yang Yong.

When City God Yang Yong saw Yang Zhen's miserable state, with only half of his body remaining, his eyes reddened.

"You wicked demon, you actually turned my Yang family's ancestor into a puppet! You deserve to be torn to pieces!"

Yang Yong, his eyes bloodshot, charged forward like a madman.

Liu Qing scoffed: "Naive, no wonder you were crippled!"

Seeing Yang Yong take the initiative to attack, which was exactly what Liu Qing wanted, he unleashed the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone and the Mountain-Driving Whip one after another, each with great force and weight, like a mountain collapsing, which was extremely terrifying.

Yang Yong tried his best to control the Three Flowers to fight Liu Qing, but unfortunately he had no spiritual treasures and his magic weapons were useless. With just the Three Flowers, how could he be a match for Liu Qing? He was once again suppressed and was in grave danger.

"Your Highness, you are no match for him! Run! As long as you're alive, you can always fight again!"

Yang Yong spat out a mouthful of divine blood and laughed bitterly, "Where are the green hills now? This Yang family's territory has long been divided up by various rebels."

"Gentlemen, we have long been prepared. Now, for the sake of the Great Sui Dynasty, let us die once more!"

Yang Yong roared and lunged at Liu Qing, with no defense left, only thinking of delivering a blow to Liu Qing before he died.

Since you want to die again, then so be it.

Respect the enemy's ways, fulfill his wishes, and kill him.

Liu Qing flapped his fiery wings, spinning in the air, while the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone and the Mountain-Driving Whip pounded at City God Yang Yong intermittently.

Yang Yong's divine body began to disintegrate, and the incense that had condensed into his divine body dissipated into the air.

His body was riddled with gunshot wounds, one of his arms was broken by the Mountain-Driving Whip, his internal organs were shattered, his divine power was running rampant, and he was spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

He had reached the end of his rope.

On the other side of the battlefield, the three ancestral spirits had been defeated and pulled into the Yin Jade Spirit Banner. Now, their minds had been erased, and they stood there blankly.

Tiger Power Immortal and his two companions, along with seven puppets at the Fifth Qi Realm, surrounded the heavily injured Yang Yong.

Yang Yong gave a bitter laugh.

He looked at Liu Qing with pleading in his eyes.

Liu Qing hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand to dismiss Tiger Power Immortal and the others, and put away the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone and the Mountain-Driving Whip.

Yang Yong smiled gratefully.

Using the last of his incense's divine power, he cleaned himself up and then staggered toward the highest point of Xianyang City.

He knelt down, facing east.

A wisp of soul embers dissipated from Yang Yong's body, mingling with the wind and drifting towards the mountains and rivers.

City God Yang Yong was annihilated, his soul destroyed, and his name erased from the Three Realms.

After Yang Yong died, the local deities and mountain gods who were fighting Liu Qing's clone all stopped fighting at once, looked at each other, and burst into laughter.

Then, they all knelt down facing east: "Our late Emperor Sui is in the east, we cannot die facing west!"

(End of this chapter)