Chapter 1221

The ice platform produced by the Great Shun surged with bubbling cold mist, the sheepskin rug from the Northern Court was rolled into a soft little nest, the incense made by various overseas nations burned in curling wisps, and a small plate was piled high with the Southern Border's specialty: deep-fried spicy dried fish.

A dark walnut window was opened to a narrow slit, letting in fresh air that had traveled through the treetops, yet it was not too hot. One gray and one white, two mice stood on either side, holding a golden-red peacock feather and shaking it gently, fanning air up and down.

"Click, click, click."

Awei lay on its back in the rug nest, embracing two golden-bright centipedes. After finishing the dried fish, it pointed its jointed limbs toward the sky, peeled away the wax coating of the post-meal elixir, and swallowed the pill. The wax coating was flicked away by its limbs. The gray and white mice's eyes lit up; they tossed aside the peacock feathers in their hands and pounced forward.

Whoosh!

A yellow shadow darted over, its two claws slapping the ground. With a vigorous leap, it performed a horizontal split in mid-air, simultaneously kicking away the gray mouse and the white mouse. It caught the semi-circular wax coating in the air, tumbled to the ground, and stuck out its red tongue to start licking.

Delicious, delicious—

The medicine had the taste of medicine, and the wax had the fragrance of wax.

A shadow fell.

A fair hand grabbed the back of the self-forgetful big yellow mouse's neck. Li Xianghan lifted it aside, distributed two pieces of maltose to the gray and white mice, patted their heads, and told them to take the peacock feathers and continue fanning. Afterward, she turned around, faced the nest, and respectfully asked the Heavenly Centipede for instructions:

"Great Centipede Awei, the great and busy King Huai, does he have time to descend to his loyal Southern Border today?"

Awei pushed away the enchanting golden centipedes on its left and right, sighed secretly that wine and lust were harmful to the body, slowly raised half of its body, and pointed with its jointed limbs, signaling that it was currently contacting King Huai to see what was going on.

The slightly warm wind rushed onto her face through the window slit.

Li Xianghan waited anxiously.

Seven days ago, she had reported the upcoming Insect Valley Festival to the Heavenly Centipede Awei in advance, and then Awei had relayed it to Liang Qu through some unknown, mysterious method.

Clearly, Liang Qu had responded at the time, saying he would descend immediately to check on the situation. Who would have thought he would go back on his word? Not only did he not come that day, but for the next seven days, there had been no movement at all, and the cultivation she always insisted on at night was forced to be interrupted.

Seven days.

A full seven days.

The Insect Valley Festival was about to officially begin, and he was still nowhere to be seen.

There had been interruptions before, but only once or twice; it had never been this long.

What exactly is King Huai doing?

Li Xianghan felt a bitter taste in her heart.

As the dignified Saintess of the Green Pattern Valley, she hated this humiliation of becoming a life-bound person, living under the centipede's fence.

A person is not as good as a Gu; summoned when needed and dismissed when not.

However, having seen the world through King Huai's eyes, she could not forget that dazzling, different, brilliant beauty and enjoyment.

Like a mouse in a cave that had never seen the light, seeing the sun for the first time.

Since Awei achieved the Great Demon realm, she, who was openly contracted to a Great Demon, had seen her already affluent life rise to another level, more exaggerated and majestic than many clan elders. A month ago, burying the second divine ability seed had made this exaggeration even more extreme; she got whatever she wanted.

If she wanted to eat the meat of a half-year-old lamb from the Northern Court, she only had to say it, and she could eat it at the next meal.

If she wanted pearl powder from the East Sea for skincare, she only had to have the thought, and she could see it when she turned back.

Her maid had hit someone, and clearly, she was in the wrong, without a doubt. Yet, the matter was blown out of proportion, and the clan elders had to come to discuss how to handle it with her.

Someone who has experienced soaring on the wind, how can they endure the bumping and dust of carriages and horses on a dirt road?

She could no longer go back—

"Although the River God Celebration is over, King Huai must have many things to wrap up. He must be too busy to have time to come," Li Xianghan comforted herself.

The Yaolong is the focus of the world, and Liang Qu is a particularly special one, full of legendary color. Li Xianghan had intentionally collected information on Liang Qu and knew that this year, in June and July, King Huai had held a grand event lasting a month and a half at thirteen ports, with everything one could eat, drink, and play with. The sum of all the amusement places in the world was nothing compared to it.

It's a pity that she couldn't go to the Southern Border; she didn't know how prosperous it really was.

Perhaps there would be a chance to become a representative team to go there in the future?

"Click, click, click."

Awei's mouthparts opened and closed, it lay down again, and the golden centipedes on the left and right crawled and burrowed back into its embrace.

"What, King Huai will come today after finishing his work?" Li Xianghan was pleasantly surprised.

"Click, click, click."

Yixing County.

"Ha~ ha~"

On the plum blossom scroll desk, the tea canister was overturned, and the tea leaves were scattered.

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

The gauze curtains were half-fallen, Long Eying's chest heaved, and she gasped for air. Above her head, birds danced on the pear wood backrest, and the edges were all crushed into wood shavings.

Liang Qu sat on the edge of the bed with his upper body bare, his muscle lines as clear as if they had been outlined with a wolf-hair brush dipped in ink. He turned halfway, picked off the black hair stuck to Eying's body, and then slid his palm, stroking her thighs. Watching the soft, jade-colored flesh squeezed between his fingers, experiencing the smoothness and delicacy on his fingertips and the slight damp sweat, he couldn't even grasp it; he really couldn't put it down, and couldn't help but lean down and kiss all the way to her instep.

Refreshing.

All the exhaustion was thrown away, and he once again experienced the happiness and fulfillment of life.

"After the Bing day is over, I should have a period of leisure. Is there any place you want to go, Madam?" Liang Qu kneaded her soles.

Long Eying's pupils focused, she turned her head slightly, thought for a moment: "Go to Linggu Temple to see fireflies? And the Peng Ze Grass Sea, I heard that every summer and autumn when the water is low, there will be a big grassland. I don't know what it's like."

"Ah." Liang Qu's fingers brushed over, pushing aside the black hair on Long Eying's forehead to the left and right, revealing her face, "I will send someone to Linggu Temple to communicate with the abbot and pack the venue in advance. The Peng Ze Grassland is too big, I will let someone go and see where is the best."

"Actually, there's no need, others have to go too." Long Eying said there was no need, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

"You say there's no need, but why are you smiling? Madam, you are not honest."

"Hahaha, why do you like tickling feet so much—don't be like this, I'm so tired, I don't want to move, hum—"

"How tired are you?"

"So tired, so tired, I want to sleep—"

After a little work-rest balance, Liang Qu, who had received Awei's inquiry message and regained his energy, played with Eying for a while, let her rest, and immediately threw himself into the next round of work.

Southern Border long Qi, charge, charge, charge!

The cicadas chirped desperately, water lines spurted out, and it was like rain under the trees.

This kind of insect appears between May and August every year, and July is the peak period of activity. It was so noisy that Liang Qu couldn't even hear people talking clearly, yet he didn't feel irritable.

The Heavenly Centipede raised its body halfway, swaying left and right.

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

Feeling relaxed after finishing the territory affairs?

"The Bing Fire day is hot, and all things are restless, especially the low-level Gu insects. The number of Gu insects in the Insect Valley is already huge, and they will constantly put in the residual Gu and waste Gu from the Nine Villages. Every year, the number of Gu insects in the Insect Valley is in the hundreds of millions, and it is very spectacular when they become restless.

But it is also a rare opportunity. Most low-level Gu insects will uncontrollably seek mating opportunities at this time, kill each other, turn waste into treasure, and leave the strong ones.

At this time, combined with the Saintess's physique and ritual catalysis, after the strong insects mate with each other, the essence of flesh and blood will all be transferred to the offspring insects.

Therefore, every Insect Valley Festival, very rare exotic Gu insects will emerge, and there are even exotic insects that can absorb the essence of the sun.

Because the parent generation's rank is not high and the shackles are weak, this kind of exotic insect is fierce and basically not limited by bloodline, and can be contracted. The talents of the Nine Villages will enter the Insect Valley, each competing to cultivate powerful Gu insects, and then come out to fight for rankings with the new Gu. It is both good for themselves and can get the Tusi's reward. It is considered a custom of the Southern Border. The Saintess has an advantage in cultivating Gu insects, and the top spot every year is basically the Saintess's."

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

"How long does it take to find offspring insects and cultivate them?"

"Very fast, from the beginning to the end of the Insect Valley Festival, it is basically about forty days. Tomorrow I will set off to the Insect Valley to offer a dance, and on the 21st, the formal people under thirty-five from the major villages will enter the Insect Valley."

Whether it is the Huangzhou Great Hunting Meeting or the Southern Border, they basically treat those under thirty-five as the young generation. At this time, a person's potential can be most fully displayed.

Over thirty-five, it counts as another generation, and basically, there will be no sudden emergence.

The Heavenly Centipede nodded and turned to ask about another matter.

"What about the Ganlu Ningqi I asked you about last time? Did you ask your grandmother?"

"I asked, I asked." Li Xianghan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Since the Great King has given instructions, this little girl naturally dares not delay and will go all out. I asked my grandmother sideways, and the one who went to escort it that time was indeed called Ganlu Ningqi, and every year we offer it to the Tusi. The specific quantity is not clear, but it is definitely not small. The most critical point is—."

"What is the most critical point? Don't sell it short, and did you find out where the long Qi is sent?"

With a minimum of hundreds of wisps of heaven and earth long Qi, Liang Qu would explode and take off as soon as he got it, spiraling into the sky.

The same kind of long Qi, the same kind of container, without the Ze Ding, he could still take it away quickly.

Li Xianghan looked left and right, quietly poked her head out of the window, confirmed that there was no one, and ran to the door.

The gray, white, and yellow mice also followed, jumping to the windowsill, running under the bed, and dashing behind the door, observing everywhere, jumping onto the tabletop one by one, reporting that there was no one.

Liang Qu finally understood what she was doing: "Don't be blindly worried. Is there anyone eavesdropping? I know better than you. If I can't discover it, can you, a martial artist, discover it?"

Li Xianghan laughed dryly: "Habit becomes nature. I really don't know the location of Ganlu Ningqi, and my grandmother doesn't know either. It's all sent to the Tusi and then it's over. I don't know where the long Qi is placed. However, this year is different. Speaking of which, it has something to do with you."

"How so?"

Li Xianghan unconsciously lowered her voice: "Didn't I say last time that there was a direct talent in the Nine Villages who was stuck by eating Qi?

I asked my grandmother sideways about this point this time. Grandmother said that it was because I don't know what happened, but last year the long Qi prepared by the major villages all disappeared inexplicably. The time node was basically when we were at war with Great Shun, especially the day the Bai Yuan appeared! It should have been taken away by your friend, the Bai Yuan."

It wasn't taken by a friend, it was taken by me.

"There is actually such a thing? When I have time, I will ask it." The Heavenly Centipede tapped the table with its jointed limbs, "You tell me the main point first."

"That is the main point." Li Xianghan said aggrievedly, "Collecting long Qi is very difficult. Without the corresponding container, you can't take it away at all. You can see it but can't touch it.

But the long Qi all disappeared in the treasury, but the container for storing long Qi was not lost, which shows that the other party only took the long Qi and knew and possessed all the containers for long Qi, and even the container level was higher, causing the long Qi to automatically flow away without entering the treasury.

The Tusi suspects that there is a traitor among us, worried that the storage of Ganlu Ningqi will also have problems, and is preparing to take the opportunity to transfer them. My grandmother received the order and told me not to talk nonsense."

Liang Qu's eyes lit up.

There is such a good thing?

Worried about the story repeating, preparing to transfer the long Qi in advance, the Tusi is really a smart person.

Hiding and not moving, he really couldn't find the location, but if the Tusi moved to transfer, combined with the old toad's talent—

Watching the Heavenly Centipede's eyes flash with light such as "cunning," "vicious," "despicable," "shame," "evil,"

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"base" light.

Li Xianghan held her head with her small hands and slapped her own mouth.

What am I doing? Why did I say so much, why did I really go to ask?

Do I really want to become a traitor to the Southern Border?

Don't.

The heaven and man were fighting fiercely, two little Li Xianghans were punching and kicking each other, grabbing hair, slapping mouths, and kicking buttocks.

"You did a great job!" The jointed limbs tapped the table.

Li Xianghan was happy: "Thank you, Great King, for the praise!"

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

Li Xianghan's face collapsed: "Great King, can it not be exposed? I am still young, I haven't found a wild man yet, and I haven't experienced the glory of becoming a Entering Zhen Xiang Grandmaster—"

"Try my best."

"So perfunctory."

"Presumptuous!" The Heavenly Centipede stopped, its jointed limbs carried on its back, "Do you think I am easy to talk to?"

Li Xianghan shivered: "I dare not."

"Alright, I already know about the matter. Now hurry up and cultivate. Every bit of improvement counts!"

"As you command!"

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

The opportunity is rare.

This Insect Valley Festival, she will definitely strongly claim the title of the number one Saintess of the Southern Border!

Awei fell back into the nest, the golden centipedes that were previously dispersed were lifted over by the mice wrapped in towels, winding their bodies and burrowing into the blanket.

The emerald little snake hissed, Yun Qianlan's five hearts faced the sky, and her whole body's momentum continued to expand.

After a long time.

The aura calmed down.

Yun Qianlan opened her phoenix eyes, a flash of essence disappeared, experiencing the surging power in her body, the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"Third divine ability seed!"

Three-realm Hunting Tiger!

Leaving everyone far behind.

This Insect Valley Festival, she will definitely strongly claim, find back the face lost by the Green Pattern Valley, not to prove how great she is, but to tell everyone that the things lost, she, Yun Qianlan, must take back with her own hands!

The high-legged spider led the climbing, thousands of little spiders rolled and followed, like a dense spider army. The black spider at the head looked around with eight eyes, its whole body's Great Demon momentum surging.

Yu Aoshan's face was cold and arrogant, her heart was ruthless.

Yun Qianlan and Li Xianghan emerged suddenly, really stealing too much attention from the world. This Insect Valley Festival, she, Yu Aoshan, will definitely strongly claim, take back the attention, and let her man know who is the most beautiful Saintess of the Southern Border!

The little white dragon flew around in the yard, directing a row of mirage insects to eat cockscomb fruit.

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

This Southern Border Insect Valley Festival, he, King Huai, is determined to wash away the previous shame—no, there is no previous shame—show off his skills—also no, there is no need to show off, at most Hunting Tiger, one or two Great Demons, relying on Awei is enough—anyway, work hard, find an opportunity to grab long Qi.

"How is the strength?"

Long Eying lay on the bed with her eyes closed to rest: "Is the husband touching or pressing?"

"Pressing and touching, pressing and touching, if I don't touch, how can I press?"

"Isn't it massage?" Long Eying was stunned.

"It's pressing and touching."

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The next day.

According to the distance, Li Xianghan was the last to set off among the Saintesses of the Nine Villages.

The Southern Border Insect Valley, spanning more than a thousand miles, with the widest part being dozens of miles, is huge and incomparable.

The vast insect flow surged and entangled.

Liang Qu landed on Li Han's shoulder, looking at the "waterfall" blocking the way ahead.

Vines hung down, ancient trees collapsed, and the brightly colored snakes entangled with each other fell from the hillside, rolling, hissing, pouring down like a waterfall and river, blocking the main road.