Chapter 1226: Surging Ten Layers, River Master

"This guy... so familiar, have we met somewhere?"

"I don't remember, I don't have any feeling of familiarity..." The little mirage dragon scratched its head, "What kind of acquaintance can the Southern Border boss have? Could it be some defeated subordinate? A relatively powerful one?"

"Very likely..."

Liang Qu expressed approval.

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

What is that person writing?

In the huge Insect Valley Building, those who are debauched are debauched, those who are diligently cultivating are diligently cultivating. Most of those who take the middle path are reading miscellaneous books and small storybooks, or meeting two or three friends to play cards. I really haven't seen anyone writing letters.

After changing several windows and several angles, Liang Qu couldn't see the content clearly.

The gap in the window was too narrow. The person in the room was facing the desktop, with his back to Liang Qu, revealing only half of his side face. His body was burly, covering most of the written content.

"Boss, do you think it could be some intelligence secret?"

"Possible!"

Liang Qu's eyes lit up.

The Insect Valley Building is full of Perfected Form experts from major villages, many of whom are three-realm Heaven and Man, and even more combat power such as the Five Gu, Nine Poisons, and Twenty-Four Sha...

Wait, Twenty-Four Sha?

A flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and lightning illuminated the sky.

Liang Qu stared wide-eyed, staring at that half side face, suddenly waking up.

Damn it.

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

Southern Border Twenty-Four Sha, Bone Sha E Qirui.

Before the support team first arrived in Lingnan Province, Xu Haitao said there were three secret strongholds to be destroyed. Liang Qu occupied one alone, and after unintentionally crushing Curse Sha and Corpse Sha, Xu Haitao specially gave him a pile of portraits of Southern Border experts to prevent things from happening again. After all, sometimes living people are more valuable than dead people, both earning strategy and taking ransom.

E Qirui is on the list.

Confirming the identity of the letter writer, Liang Qu became more and more curious about what he was writing.

Five Gu, Nine Poisons, Twenty-Four Sha, are the top Perfected Form combat power in the Southern Border, many have the hope of Dragon World, people who do big things. Things written by such people are very likely to be top-level intelligence!

Maybe it contains the traces of Ganlu Ningqi, it is the escort personnel!

This time I have to see it.

"Boss, I can't see it outside, do we want to go in?"

"No, wait and see."

The Ze Kingdom opened, Liang Qu manipulated the essence water flow, turned into invisible and colorless water vapor, seeped into the window gap, and gathered in the room. Afterward, the water vapor re-condensed, silently spreading over the Bone Sha's head, turning into a thin water film.

On the water film, the letter paper was reflected!

"Woo, here, here!" The little mirage dragon exclaimed, "Boss is really smart! Little Dragon prostrates himself, admires him, and can't help but speak!"

"Humph, small meaning."

With the help of the water film reflection, the content on the letter gradually floated and became clear.

Dense, like ants.

Liang Qu originally wanted to find Bai Awei, who was proficient in Southern Border language, to act as a translator, but when the handwriting was refracted through another water film, causing the mirror image font to mirror back again...

"Strange, boss, he is a Southern Border person, why does he write Great Shun characters?"

"A bit strange, don't worry, I'll see what's going on first... Damn!"

The nib was stained with ink, dizzying on the paper.

E Qirui didn't notice anyone peeping, he was completely immersed in his own wording.

Ordinary Perfected Form experts cannot fly, cannot hover outside the Insect Valley Building, those who can hover don't have such strong hiding ability, those who can see the letters he writes...

Lin Lin Zong Zong, to gather the above extraordinary means, how can it be a Dragon World, but it can't escape the induction of "River Middle Stone," and the Great Shaman in the building won't be indifferent.

He wouldn't think that there is a person beyond common sense, and he is peeping outside the window.

"The strongest are not angry but powerful, the greatest are silent and respected."

"Northern Court, Southern Border, remote and desolate, land narrow and power weak. Their fear of the majesty of the Heavenly Dynasty, their fear of the sharpness of the King's teacher, is like the firefly to the sun, the ant to Mount Tai!"

"Their hearts are trembling, their feelings are like dogs and pigs waiting to be slaughtered, so they have to be the jackals of terrifying sounds, the snakes of false expansion..."

No one knows what kind of seeds Liang Qu's article planted for E Qirui, and no one knows what kind of saplings this seed grew into after Liang Qu's powerful dragon-slaying, and what direction it fell into after the fall of the Pan Cave Great Shaman.

The war between the Southern Border and Great Shun has long since stopped.

Both sides signed a non-aggression treaty, withdrew the border Martial Saints and Perfected Form experts guarding the border cities, Lingnan has been restored to trade, and the triangular area is active again with side-door elements.

It has been a year and a half of peace so far.

The Southern Border is a plate of loose sand, like turned soil.

The saplings in E Qirui's heart not only did not wither and wither day by day, but grew sturdily in this turned soft soil and the hot and rainy climate of the Southern Border!

Surrender!

Can't not surrender.

Great Shun's rise is unstoppable, the Southern Border has no hope.

This session of Tusi proposed strategies such as River God dividing the river and Southern Border Gu arts. Indeed, there are means, schemes, and remarkable results. The Nine Villages are all convinced and willing to follow big things. The initial benefits of the war are proof. Everyone added layers, constantly sending masters.

However, a major defeat, the fall of hundreds of Perfected Form experts, and a Great Shaman leaving with hatred caused the Tusi's political credibility to fall off a cliff. The reason why the Tusi was not changed was that no strong person had appeared in the past ten or twenty years to replace the current Tusi and gain the support of the Nine Villages.

Under such circumstances, it is very difficult to save the situation. It requires countless small accumulations to exchange for one big action. Holding the Insect Valley Festival this year is clearly the Tusi taking the initiative to build a platform, taking advantage of the gathering of all families and the easing of relations, to propose various favorable small policies for the Southern Border, trying to save political credibility.

Time is precious and fair.

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

Who doesn't have it?

On this side, the Tusi is saving political credibility, but the Great Shun Emperor's prestige is rising, in the middle of the sky, Northern Court and Southern Border consecutive victories, big actions, big construction, various cultivation records are refreshed rapidly, other interest groups dare not even obstruct, the Emperor's chariot crushed over, they are too late to hide, let alone oppose and obstruct?

As the other side grows, the Southern Border will only become more and more decadent, and will be less and less able to breathe under the pressure of Great Shun. E Qirui is not a villager running around for a living. He listens to all directions. He has heard of some activities in the King of Huai's fief in June, which is fascinating.

Dynasty prosperous atmosphere.

The Southern Border is simply an abandoned world!

There is a secret that E Qirui didn't tell anyone.

In fact, before the fall of Pan Cave, he had arrangements and privately submitted a surrender form to Great Shun!

At that time, there was no basis of trust between the two sides. He was not sure whether Great Shun would accept it, so he didn't reveal his name and wanted to fight for some treatment first.

Who knew that on that day, Pan Cave arrived, Chong Wang confronted, the confrontation turned into a hot war, the White Ape emerged suddenly, contracted with Chong Wang, and destroyed Pan Cave...

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and the whole war situation galloped in an unknown direction.

When the Southern Border Great Shaman and Great Shun Martial Saint confronted across the river, and the Jianghuai Dragon World inserted a single knife, and the Demon Kings rose together, it was a pot of porridge.

The Melting Pot Immortal had to appear. At this moment, no one cared about the departure of a small Perfected Form expert.

Even the Furnace Immortal had to appear; at this very moment, no one cared about the departure of a mere Perfected Form cultivator.

The stagnant war ended unexpectedly quickly, the situation was stable, E Qirui didn't dare to be a bird that stood out, silently followed the main force back to the Southern Border hinterland, until now...

"Pat..."

The

"Plop..."

The wolf-hair brush was set aside.

Ink dispersed in the clear water.

E Qirui held the letter paper between his index and middle fingers, muttering to himself: "The chieftain left yesterday. With thirty days remaining, is that enough time for a letter to travel back and forth between the Southern Border and Great Shun to get a reply? How can I lure away the Bone-Witch Great Shaman..."

"You want to steal the Long Qi to use as a stepping stone to defect to Great Shun?"

Dead silence.

On a Bing Fire day, the weather was sweltering. A Great Shun ice stand placed in the room was emitting cold mist. E Qirui felt a chill in his lower abdomen; he had never felt the cold mist from the vent to be so bone-chilling!

His hair stood on end, and goosebumps erupted in layers.

E Qirui's vision went black. He raised his hand and slammed it down, turning the entire tabletop and the letter into powder, which scattered and piled onto the floor in a triangle. To destroy the evidence, he looked around and questioned:

"Who? Who is speaking? Spying on a loyal subject of the Southern Border is a capital crime! Do you not want to live?"

"Don't panic when you encounter trouble. If I wanted to expose you, I wouldn't have come out now, nor would I have given you the chance to destroy the evidence. Don't you agree, Bone-Witch E Qirui?"

This King?

Who dared to call themselves "This King"?

E Qirui spread his feet, manipulating his gu insects to spread to the corners, his brain spinning at high speed.

"Drip."

A drop of cold water hit the brick floor, blooming into a small white flower. E Qirui's gaze froze, his pupils shifted upward, and he was shocked to discover a water mirror condensed on the ceiling!

Since when?

To tamper with his room and spy so openly, yet leave no trace at all?

Taking half a step back, intense killing intent erupted from E Qirui's eyes. He knew in his heart.

He saw it.

He saw everything!

"Splash, splash."

The sound of water was continuous, the water mirror rippled, and the water droplets in the center kept dripping, connecting into a line, transforming into a stream of water that grew from the ground and condensed into a "little water person."

The "little water person" had sound limbs, lifting its hands and feet as if adapting to its own body.

It dragged a trail of water, walking as if no one else were there like a snail, stepping over the raised bricks and jumping onto the windowsill.

Sunlight shone through the window paper, casting hazy light and shadows, clearly revealing its facial features.

E Qirui's gaze froze.

"Looking at your expression, I probably don't need to introduce myself; you are very familiar with my appearance." The little person crossed its legs and sat on the windowsill. "That's right, it's me."

His pupils dilated, his breathing rapid.

E Qirui could never forget this face, a man who could be called a miracle-creator, who had created countless legends in the thirty years from his birth to the present.

Liang Qu!

Prince of Huai!

But...

From Great Shun's Southern Zhili to the Southern Border's Insect Valley, a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles, how could the other party be "standing" before him and talking to him?

Was it someone else in disguise, or...

"Lord Bone-Witch, is something the matter?" An attendant outside the door sensed the noise and asked with concern.

"Get out!"

"S-sorry, I disturbed you, my lord."

A plate fell to the ground, clattering.

The attendant scrambled away on all fours.

With no outsiders left, E Qirui narrowed his eyes and looked directly at the "water person": "Pingyang and the Insect Valley are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles. You say it's you, but why should I believe you? What evidence do you have?"

"Except for proving to my wife that I love her, I never prove anything to anyone else." The water person spread his hands.

"Cool!" The little Mirage Dragon praised from outside the window. "Don't worry, Boss, when I go back, I'll tell this as a story to Sister Long Eying."

"You're the only one who's smart."

"I wouldn't dare, I'm just a line stronger than Fatty and the hedgehogs."

Quiet and still.

Dust floated.

E Qirui's thoughts collided and drifted, a battle between heaven and man. He watched the water person control the water, forming a water film to wrap the room and isolate the sound, without stopping him.

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

Kill the water person? Would it be useful?

It wouldn't threaten the other party's true body at all.

The ripples of the water person reflected on the bricks: "You have no choice, you can only choose to believe it's me, right? Among the Perfected Form experts in the Southern Border, who has the ability to approach you silently? If it were the E Dragon Great Shaman, seeing that letter would be enough; does he really need evidence?"

E Qirui did not admit to writing the letter: "Since you are the Prince of Huai, why appear here?"

"I came to see if there is any idle Long Qi in the Southern Border."

"Would the Prince of Huai be short of Long Qi?"

"Nonsense, who isn't short of Long Qi? If you have a hundred or eighty strands, this King will take them all."

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

"Creak."

The window opened.

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

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

Twenty Jiaoren Tear!

"This Twenty Jiaoren Tear serves as my token. Regarding your defection, this King can represent Great Shun and promise you a marquis title."

Mysterious methods, water control, Twenty Jiaoren Tear, a unique youthful tone, analysis of facts and interests... E Qirui already believed more than half of it, and asked vaguely: "What is the price?"

"Dew Condensing Qi, I need its whereabouts."

E Qirui's pupils shifted slightly.

"You really do know!" The water person jumped off the windowsill, looking at the Bone-Witch with his hands behind his back. "Defecting with ten strands of Long Qi is too small-minded. It was originally in my pocket; if we're going to do it, let's do something big."

Dew Condensing Qi!

This was Liang Qu's most desired target.

According to information, the Nine Villages had been collecting it for over ten years; once there were a hundred strands, it would be a tenfold surge in the favor of the River Lord!

His talent would double again on the current foundation!

Light and shadow intertwined on the water person's head, unexpectedly revealing surging ambition.

Even though it was the other party looking up, E Qirui felt that he was the one being looked down upon.

He spoke vaguely: "It's very difficult."

"That's only for you."

The weather was overcast; Southern Border Bing Fire days often had heavy rain.

Li Xianghan hugged the scorching insect jar, waiting nervously for the result.

The dry leeches caught the heat source, stretching and contracting on the leaves, only to be driven away by insect repellent powder. These dry leeches could be said to be the most disgusting creatures in the jungle, clinging to shrubs and leaves, waiting for prey to pass by.

Unlike water leeches, dry leeches were very slender and narrow, running by flipping back and forth, very quickly, and in groups. By the time a person reacted, a large group might be clinging to their clothes, small enough to enter and exit through the mesh of the clothes, making wearing them useless.

As a Southern Border native, Li Xianghan was long used to this scene. She prayed for the gu refining to succeed while looking at Bai Awei.

Why hasn't the Prince of Huai descended yet?

Where did he run off to?

He wouldn't have found a new love, would he?

"You mean, the Dew Condensing Qi was transferred by a Grandmaster with space-time supernatural powers?"

"A guess, not certain. There aren't many Perfected Forms who possess an Inner World; it requires consuming Five Elements Strange Stones, and only major forces have them. They are guests of honor in every village. I have noticed two Perfected Forms with Inner Worlds who have both been active recently and their whereabouts are unknown; it might be the same matter."

"That makes sense..."

The water person rubbed his chin.

Dew Condensing Qi was related to the False Dragon and belonged to "national policy." Large-scale Long Qi transport was the most critical priority of the Southern Border's strategy. It was inevitable that a trusted space-time Perfected Form would be responsible for the transport, which was equivalent to using a Perfected Form Grandmaster as a container.

If the person themselves didn't open the entrance, outsiders would have no way to run into the Inner World to snatch it.

The E Dragon Society manifested as "River Stones," and there was only one Marquis Baron Xingyi in the world, and he had already ascended to E Dragon, so there was no need to worry. At this time, if a few top experts of the Five Gu Nine Poisons type were additionally configured to escort it, there was no need to worry about it being snatched halfway.

Experts of the Five Gu Nine Poisons type.

Coincidentally.

Isn't there one right in front of me?

The water person's gaze was piercing: "With your Bone-Witch status, is there any way to mix into this team under the name of escorting?"

"Perhaps I can..."