Chapter 1247

"Ha, ha—"

Violent gasping, pain all over the body.

The internal organs felt like they were burning, flesh and blood were curling and shrinking inch by inch, a massive heavy object pressed on the spine, and the right hand could not move.

Memory lingered on chopping wood in the woodshed; the cook supported the ground with one hand, wanting to push himself up, but the pain made him collapse again.

Tiny vibrations caused the heavy object on the body to collapse again, filling the narrow space with dust, which surged into the throat with every breath, triggering even more violent coughing.

"Cough, cough—"

After a long, uncomfortable while, the cook spat out blood foam, finally gathered a bit of strength, roared, knelt on one knee, and carried the heavy beam and giant rock.

The beam rolled, the giant rock smashed down, kicking up dust.

The night wind blew away the dust, and fresh air blew through the hair tips.

"Ha, ha—"

The cook struggled out, looked up at the sky, squinted to avoid the blowing dust, celebrated surviving the disaster, took deep breaths of fresh air, and sprayed out plumes of white mist from his mouth and nose.

Survived.

Survived!

Only when the stomach hurts do you realize that not hurting is also a kind of comfort.

The night wind was cold, blowing over the vast, boundless grassland; the sky was full of clear light, and every blade of grass reflected a cold white.

He lowered his head again; the high and low pavilions of the Prince's Mansion had disappeared, replaced by a flat, ruin-like area. The original appearance of the Prince of E'nan River's mansion could not be seen, the central large pit had accumulated into a lake, and intact buildings could be seen ten miles away.

Countless E'nan River tribesmen jumped and surged into this ruin, directing slaves to move stones; torches were crisscrossed, flickering messily. They hadn't dared to approach during the previous great battle, but now they had rushed over from afar, and everyone was digging with all their might.

"Quick! Save people! Save people."

"Here!"

Growing up on the grassland, yet never having experienced such vastness, the cook who crawled out of the narrow ruins felt awe. The huge clamor of the crowd surrounded him, like a roaring giant beast, bowing down and spraying airflow at him.

Punishment!

This is the punishment of Eternal Heaven!

Someone discovered him, shouted that there was a survivor here, and then pressed down on his shoulders.

"What?"

Even though they were face to face, the cook found he couldn't hear what the other person was saying, and patted his ears.

"What—happened?" the person opposite shouted, spraying saliva onto the cook's face.

This time he heard clearly, but the cook looked bewildered: "I—I don't know."

"There's someone else here!"

The other person gave up on questioning a cook, wanting to find a survivor with more status and more knowledge.

More and more crowds ran around, and occasionally a Perfected Form Jiang Zongshi would fall from the sky to investigate something.

In the center of the entire battlefield, two canyons converged into a fork, but no corpses could be found, only faint pools of blood misting on the water surface.

Everyone's expression was serious.

E'nan River was clearly tens of thousands of miles away from the front line at Shuofang Terrace, the safest hinterland, and there were many Perfected Form experts guarding the tribal land. Even if individual enemies infiltrated, they couldn't have done this, let alone the efforts the Great Khan made to build Shuofang Terrace—

Those with well-informed sources knew this was already the second time the fief had been raided, and their mood was even worse.

The Iron-Spine King, once famous for blocking an avalanche with his own strength to protect the winter pasture, now had his mansion in the Northern Court unprotected.

With such a precedent, the Prince of E'nan River still couldn't escape.

What would the two kings fighting for the Northern Court at the front line of Shuofang Terrace think?

Unheard of for hundreds of years!

Cold mist sprayed, the cook stood alone in a corner, hungry in his stomach, teeth chattering, shivering, unable to tell if it was because of the cold or fear.

Suddenly, he remembered one thing, something the House Steward had just ordered today, that a banquet was to be arranged in the evening, saying it was to entertain the Lotus Sect High Master from the Great Snow Mountain and—

Sick Tiger?

The monk and the tall man who flashed through the corridor.

Fear turned into horror, surrounding the cook like a poisonous snake coiling around his spine, hissing. He started to run, stumbling as he ran, falling twice and climbing up again. People around noticed this strange person and stopped their movements.

"What did you say? Lord Suhebalu was just in the Prince's Mansion?"

Bubbles drifted gloomily.

Jiang Xiao Tun and the little Jiang Tun were chasing and playing with a rattan ball, the Old Toad lay on a lounge chair, sucking iced watermelon juice, very comfortable. The Fat Fish lay alone in a corner, sprawled out in a 'big' shape, its whiskers drooping, mouth crooked and eyes slanted, drooling 'aba aba'.

Life, burned out.

Only snow-white ashes remained.

"Cannot Move" puffed up its abdomen, spraying green mist at the Fat Fish to restore its vitality.

Awei secreted two drops of 【Drip Dew】, pried open Afei's big mouth, spat one drop in, and closed it. It curled into a blue ball, bumped its belly, stopped the Fat Fish's drool from flowing wantonly, and mixed the remaining drop into the water to dilute it, rubbing and rubbing, applying it like cream all over its body, trying hard to rescue it.

"Splash."

Round Head leaped and jumped into the Water Realm.

Long Eying swam out from Round Head's mouth: "How is Afei?"

The arthropod folded ninety degrees, Awei patted Afei's big belly, sending out ripples.

Fat and strong, everything is fine.

"Cannot Move" also flicked its tail, indicating that Afei had thick skin and flesh, and was sturdy and beat-resistant.

Long Eying carefully checked Afei's condition. There were multiple injuries inside its body, basically caused by self-damage from being unable to bear Liang Qu's power, such as muscle and tendon tears, and even the skin was cracked. There were fewer external wounds, a few knife marks, which were healing rapidly with the help of the other two beasts.

At the same time, Afei had followed the Old Toad beforehand and swallowed many good things in the Prince of E'nan River's treasury, triggering a lot of medicinal effects during the fight, which played a key role.

Afei shook its whiskers and pointed to several places. Long Eying understood, waved her hand to freeze all the sore and numb areas caused by its growth, greatly relieving the pain.

"Thank you for your hard work, rest well."

Long Eying reached out and patted Afei's big head, discovering that the fat fish wrapped in ice had already lain down, snoring like thunder, its belly rising and falling, while Jiang Xiao Tun led the little Jiang Tun to use it as a trampoline.

Water algae swayed.

Confirming the condition of the water beasts, Long Eying turned and came to another corner.

In the corner, Fist was piecing together the bodies of two people.

One was the cockscomb monk from the Great Snow Mountain, who also had the use of 【Spirit Descent】, with a dark red blood line in the center of his forehead, the string of prayer beads on his hand broken, a few remaining, and there was even a Great Shun-produced Universe Bag at his waist, inside which were various magic tools and ritual materials, and—

Long Eying glanced at it, almost vomited, and closed the Universe Bag, letting Awei keep watch.

And beside the cockscomb monk was another person.

That person stood facing the sky, his facial features showing an extreme distortion, roaring at the sky, blue veins exposed, filled with pure unwillingness.

Just a body, yet it had a terrifying evil spirit and resentment.

It was precisely one of the Eight Beasts of the Northern Court, the Sick Tiger, Suhebalu!

The campfire went out, rising with wisps of blue smoke, two rabbit skeletons fell into the grass, and were carried away by mice foraging at night.

A heavy bomb was thrown into the water, and the splashed water waves did not splash out for the time being.

At Shuofang Terrace, the Prince of E'nan River was ready in full battle array, constantly observing Liang Qu and Zhang Longxiang, who had merged into one "River Stone", until midnight, when the two "River Stones" suddenly moved, arriving together at the front line of He Yuan Prefecture!

Not only the Martial Saints of the Northern Court, but also the fief-holding princes of Great Shun nearby were paying close attention, not knowing if this was a signal to act.

"Suhebalu is dead?"

Inside the big tent, Grand General He Ningyuan, who had been observing the situation carefully tonight, guarding against a sneak attack by the Northern Court, and arranging scouts, trembled in his heart after hearing the result, his expression dazed, doubting if he had heard wrong.

Confirmed again and again.

The Great Snow Mountain monk and the Sick Tiger blocked the Prince's Mansion in turn and unfortunately died?

The Prince of Huai left, didn't he go to find the Dragon Elephant King? How could he run into the Sick Tiger?

Wait, if he really died—

He Ningyuan's hand gripping the map trembled slightly, his chest heaving, unable to suppress his gasping.

"Dead—"

Zhang Longxiang felt melancholy in his heart.

An opponent who could once compete with him, because of various reasons, decades later, embarked on a strange path and became an existence that the Perfected Form experts of the world could not resist.

Hearing the news of his death, although he was an enemy of Great Shun and he should be happy, it was like the last unique flower of its kind in the world disappearing without a trace, never to be seen again, which was ultimately regrettable.

He was over a hundred years old, and the people he once knew had begun to leave one after another.

"Prince of Huai, this matter should not be publicized!"

Not overwhelmed by the sudden joy, He Ningyuan quickly calmed down. He believed that Liang Qu would not joke about this matter, and even if the Prince of Huai would, the Dragon Elephant King should not, so he just needed to accept the result.

He Ningyuan thought of a countermeasure: "Let's pretend we don't know, and for the remaining days, the Prince of Huai should also temporarily not go to steal from other Prince's Mansions."

Zhang Longxiang collected his thoughts and nodded in agreement.

Worried that Liang Qu didn't understand, He Ningyuan explained: "The fall of the Sick Tiger is much more serious than the theft of a Prince's Mansion treasury. He is the spiritual totem of Shuofang Terrace and a symbol.

Dying in a sneak attack by the Prince of Huai, the anger of the entire Northern Court will be ignited, and the situation of our Great Shun and the Northern Court will immediately reverse, so although this is a merit, it cannot be publicized."

"I understand, and there's nothing to publicize."

This situation is different from the death of a Dragon.

The death of a Dragon would cause an imbalance in combat power, make internal forces potentially out of control, and dispel the idea of revenge.

And the death of Suhebalu hasn't reached that point, but he is an indispensable part of the Northern Court.

Eliminating him is certainly a good thing. The Sick Tiger had been in seclusion for three years and had reached a point where he was almost unstoppable. There were only three or four people in the entire He Yuan Prefecture who could achieve Heaven-Man Unity and Heaven-Piercing Earth-Extinguishing heart fire, and they simply couldn't cope.

However, a Dragon killing a Perfected Form expert, crossing borders to behead, what is there to show off.

"For the next few days, I'll trouble the Dragon Elephant King to sit in He Yuan, don't leave easily, Prince of Huai, you can just practice in He Yuan Prefecture, and let's see how the Northern Court reacts—"

A night talk.

Leave the matter to He Ningyuan to handle, and wait for time to ferment the result.

Liang Qu immediately returned to the Water Realm.

A pile of treasures, ores, armor, and weapons were piled up like a mountain, not yet transported out to be exchanged for military merit.

Among the Prince of E'nan River's collection, two blood corals were particularly eye-catching, and in addition, there were two identical long breaths.

【Water-Marsh Essence +】

【Water-Marsh Essence +】

【Water-Marsh Essence: 1,546,700】

The Prince of Chong's treasure fish hot pot directly increased by more than 200,000 essence, from 800,000 to 1,000,000, and later gave a few more top-quality treasure fish.

Since coming to the Northern Court, He Ningyuan naturally treated him with good food and drink, serving top-quality treasure fish. This is the invisible benefit of a Dragon Wu Sheng coming to guard the border.

Laborers eat brown rice, elites eat refined rice, generals eat steak.

Added another 100,000+ essence, coming to today, 1,546,700, enough for the water beasts under his command to rise another realm—no, Awei is half short, enough for two to rise one realm!

【Obtained a wisp of Echo Breath, if fused with 10,000 Water-Marsh Essence, a Spirit Fish can be born, which can sublimate favor, with mysterious effects.】

【Obtained a wisp of Scale Breath, if fused with 10,000 Water-Marsh Essence, a Spirit Fish can be born, which can sublimate favor, with mysterious effects.】

【Echo Breath: All things echo, telling their names. Mountain stones have memories, flowing water leaves feelings.】

【Scale Breath: Equivalent Pagoda, Seven-Level Hanging Scale. Cut feet to fit shoes, with my treasure, exchange for their good.】

Echo Breath, listening to all things, is very suitable for case-solving experts like Ling Xuan of the Purple Gold Cavalry. Getting the murder weapon and knowing the murderer, Liang Qu still lacks talent like Ling Xuan under his command.

Scale Breath made Liang Qu interested. Equivalent exchange, he thought of the divine ability of the Pig Beast, one of the Eight Beasts of the Northern Court, which can convert between offense and defense.

Scale Breath goes a step further, working between enemy and self, the strength is yet to be determined.

"The Prince's Mansion inventory is indeed extraordinary."

Ordinary long breaths have no need to stay in the Prince's Mansion for a long time. There are plenty of Great Martial Artists in the world who need to eat breath. In such a situation, being treasured by a Dragon, there is no reason for it to be bad.

Except for normal precious plants, there was no sign of Creation Great Medicine.

Liang Qu didn't feel disappointed.

Expected.

The limitations of an ordinary Prince's Mansion treasury.

The treasury is a warehouse, and the function of the warehouse is to accumulate wealth, reward meritorious officials from time to time, and let subordinates work.

Creation Great Medicine is a Dragon-level precious medicine. Who would the Prince of E'nan River reward it to? Under a fief-holding prince, are there Martial Saints?

He doesn't even have enough for himself.

You have to go to the Golden Royal Court, steal the Great Khan's treasury, the Northern Court's national treasury, only then is it possible to find Creation Great Medicine.

By the same token, with so many treasures in front of him, Liang Qu took one or two that he needed, and handed the rest to the imperial court, so as to save enough merit to exchange for Creation Great Medicine.

After collecting the long breaths, Liang Qu flipped through the cockscomb monk's corpse, pinching his chin to turn him over.

"The Great Snow Mountain's methods are indeed numerous—"

It is very clear that the Great Snow Mountain also has similar 【Spirit Descent】 methods, but in actual performance, it seems not as powerful and effective as 【Spirit Descent】, at least not as convenient as 【Spirit Descent】, wanting to 【Spirit Descent】 whenever they want.

"If it weren't for the Frog Lord advancing once, and not being what it used to be, it really might have been blocked by the other party in the treasury. If there were no 【Spirit Descent】, it would be in danger—" Liang Qu rubbed his chin.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The Old Toad pricked up its ears, did a forward roll and landed in front of him, waving its webbed claws, "If this Lord hadn't advanced to a world-class Great Demon, how could I steal the Prince's Mansion treasury? If I didn't steal the treasury, how could the Northern Court send such a formation to intercept?"

Liang Qu was stunned, thoughtful.

The Old Toad was triumphant, raising its frog head: "One drink and one peck, heaven determines it."

"The State Preceptor is unparalleled in the world!"

"Gua ha ha."

"【Spirit Descent】 should not be exposed for the time being. My move is a secret, and the Great Snow Mountain's must be too. Both can be held in hand as a killer move—"

The rest—

Came to the unwilling person roaring at the sky.

Liang Qu reached out his hand, his golden eyes lit up, and the energy in the Water Realm flowed naturally.

Within the Heaven-Pass Earth-Axis of a ten-zhang range, a ball of red mist appeared in his hand.

Eight Beasts Sick Tiger, Suhebalu!

Ever since he learned that there was an "Underworld" in the world, plus the assistance of the third divine ability, everyone who died at Liang Qu's hands was not completely "extinct".

The Southern Border withered bones were beyond the ten-zhang range, and he didn't have time to collect the other party's soul.

Sick Tiger Suhebalu is different.

His vision was limited to under the melting pot; the Northern Court, Southern Border, and Great Snow Mountain were the biggest enemies, but if the vision was focused on the melting pot, the East Sea and the Underworld were the keys.

Yesterday's enemies might not be unusable for him!

Suhebalu, like the Ghost Mother Sect's Prince of Chu, had his own powerful characteristics, invincible among Perfected Form experts.

As for the cockscomb monk, forget it. The Great Snow Mountain's things are too dirty. If they were brought to the Underworld, and later let the Dragon behind him 【Spirit Descent】 over, it would be a bit of a trouble.

"The Ghost Mother Sect has already gone to the Dream Dynasty for a year, I don't know if they have achieved any results—why does it feel like soul summoning?"

In the marketplace, there are often stories of summoning deceased Dragons and even Perfected Form experts to help fight and resist enemies together. It seems he is doing this thing now.

Backhanded and collected the red mist.

Before the wedding next year, no, he has been away for a year, after the New Year, Liang Qu should go back to the Underworld to take a look.

Batumengke tossed and turned.

The Great Shun Prince of Huai didn't know what method he used, sneak-attacking logistics, fief-holding prince territory, cutting meat with a dull knife, disturbing the front line, "Gama Chilie" and Suhebalu went to the rear to counter—

—

Three days passed in a flash.

No news of the Sick Tiger.

In such an anxious wait, Shuofang Terrace Grand General Batumengke did not wait for good news from Suhebalu, but only waited for a military order.

"Dismissed?" Batumengke was stunned.

The messaging Jiang Zongshi was cold: "Suhebalu is missing, the Prince of E'nan River's mansion has been razed to the ground, Batumengke, do you have anything to say?"

Batumengke was like being struck by lightning.

Missing!

Anything is fine, how could it be missing?

He opened his mouth, wanting to say that it was the Great Khan who let the Great Snow Mountain come to support, it was Gama Chilie's decision, and it had nothing to do with him—

Countless thoughts collided in Batumengke's mind, finally turning into Suhebalu's silent face.

Perhaps he should have guessed it since the Sick Tiger lost contact after searching for Liang Qu. Unwilling to accept the fact, with the Prince of E'nan River's mansion razed to the ground, all luck disappeared without a trace.

He fell silent.

"Nothing more to say."

Batumengke left the big tent with the soldiers, and the messaging Perfected Form expert took out a second military order.

"The Bear Beast is temporarily appointed as the Great General of Shuofang Terrace, the first six wolves of the twelve wolves will escort the grain ships, preparing for war."

Shadows crisscrossed, the Eight Beasts looked up, the Bear Beast opened his mouth, he wanted to confirm if the Sick Tiger was really "missing", but in the end, he didn't have the courage to know the result, and lowered his head.

"Obey!"

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