Chapter 1442

Bright frog croaks, the snowy mountain's cold peaks seem to have entered summer in a single day.

The Northern Court and Southern Frontier troops, their faces stiff, almost awkwardly stared at the old toad waking from a great sleep, leaping up and down, white-gold auspicious clouds flowing around their bodies.

"Ribbit ribbit ribbit! Hey ha, ah da, gurgling gurgling gurgling ah————"

The old toad, spirited, with a little dragon on its head, performed a set of webbed-hand slaps, somersaulting in place with wind-like force, elastic as a rubber ball, occasionally leaping out of the dark Buddha pit.

I've never felt so refreshed and clear-headed!

"Ribbit, from today on, this lord is————Dragon-Subduing Honored Toad! Ribbit~~~Also the Dragon Palace National Preceptor, Elder of the Toad Clan, Grave-Digging Toad of the Great Li Dynasty, Guide Toad for the Demon Court's Revival."

"National Preceptor, this place can't hold that many toads."

"Ribbit hahaha, this lord with one toad forms an army, I now lack nothing!"

The old toad pinched the golden little dragon, inhaling and exhaling—inhale turned it into a pearl, exhale turned it back into a little dragon, coiling around the toad's arm, mighty and extraordinary, unable to put down its webbed feet.

It too has become a toad with a position fruit.

Mighty!

Wu Cangshou? Stinking fish and rotten shrimp, nothing more!

The old toad bent its arm, flexed its biceps, admiring the hard-won tension in its muscles, having finally broken free from being round and plump to a rather fit physique.

The white-gold little dragon seemed even more like a living creature, writhing and maneuvering.

The Third Prince bit Liang Qu's sleeve, shaking his head to tear and pull.

The Holy Emperor silently watched the entire process, observing the old toad's condition.

Aside from the surrounding auspicious clouds, it had completely changed its skin; even if hard to believe, one could not help but draw two conclusions.

First, lacking thirty strands of vital energy, the auspicious Size Ruyi, when swallowed by the old toad for unknown reasons, indeed condensed into a position fruit in an instant.

Second, the position fruit thus condensed should have been ownerless, yet now it was entirely under the old toad's control, clearly showing signs of refinement—the second point far more shocking than the first.

The first point could still be understood, perhaps the Many-Treasured Toad itself possessed an ability to avoid misfortune and seek fortune, which harmonized with the Size Ruyi, perfectly completing it.

But how could direct refinement be possible?

Refining a position fruit is as difficult as ascending to heaven!

A Wu Sheng obtaining a position fruit might spend a lifetime finding no way to refine it.

Could it be that the Size Ruyi was truly born for the Many-Treasured Toad?

The Holy Emperor could see this, as could the Sweat King and the Tribal Leader, not to mention they were even more infuriated.

They kept shouting that Great Shun had suffered losses, yet the one who took the position fruit was the toad, was the Bai Yuan—Great Shun still suffered losses, what a fine division, but who doesn't know that Liang Qu and the Bai Yuan share the same pants, Liang Qu and the Holy Emperor share the same bed, roughly speaking, the Holy Emperor and the Bai Yuan urinate in the same pit!

What rituals, what vital energy, what heavenly treasures—none compare to even half a position fruit, the greatest treasure, inexplicably taken by a toad for no reason.

And they still want Great Shun to serve as a shield, to reduce compensation.

Now they can't get the benefits, and in the future, charging forward will visibly be the first to suffer—are they really this base?

The more they thought, the angrier they became; the Sweat King, being straightforward, ignored decorum, reached out to grab again, refusing to believe that today he wouldn't carefully examine whether such a large position fruit was truly refined in an instant.

"Hold it!" The old toad shot out its tongue, directly sticking to the pearl, gulping it down with an "ah wu," webbed feet on hips, "What are you doing? What are you doing? This elder's treasure, what do you want to do?"

The Sweat King glared angrily: "This position fruit is our spoils of war! You toad took it without informing us—by what right do you take it!?"

"Bold! Bold! Whatever this lord touches becomes his! This lord found the supreme body—doesn't that count as merit?"

"One thing for one thing." The Southern Frontier Tribal Leader said calmly.

The old toad flew into a rage, lifting its head, webbed finger pointing: "Legless toad, up, attack him!"

At the edge of the pit, the fat fish pointed at itself, then at the Sweat King and the Tribal Leader.

"Bold, quickly break through to Demon King, or else I'll expel you from the toad registry!"

The fat fish collapsed beside the pit.

The old toad hated that iron could not be made into steel, this small legless toad, with a disabled body, innate defects, unable to bear great responsibility, after so long a demonic sedimentation, still unable to advance, in this life it can only be a mount—if the Toad King were here, why bother looking at their faces, just seize and flee, then looking at Liang Qing: "Liang Qing! Up!"

The Sweat King watched coldly from the side.

Liang Qu was not one to take advantage and act innocent, ruining everyone's feelings; he immediately pulled the old toad aside.

"National Preceptor, why has it come to this? When out and about, friends many, enemies few—have you already refined this position fruit?"

"Refined? I don't understand, but anyway, it's mine now!" The old toad clung to the elixir, turning its head warily toward the Sweat King and Tribal Leader.

Liang Qu already understood, knowing it was mostly refined already.

Damn it, I truly don't know how it was done—vital energy has spirit, comes of its own accord; I refined a single strand of right vital energy, mere chance and coincidence, the remaining conditions are even more stringent.

The Many-Treasured Toad becoming a great demon is already an invincible path, and with the Size Ruyi————

"National Preceptor, since it's refined, others can't take it; if they want to look, let them look—one hundred taels for a look, one thousand taels for a sniff, ten thousand taels for a touch! One hundred thousand taels for touching and singing, jumping and rubbing! With money, we'll go soak in beautiful toads, earn farmland, do whatever we want—National Preceptor, take another beautiful toad as a concubine, surely we'll earn more money—why must we be so stiff?"

The old toad's eyes lit up.

One person and one toad returned to the crowd's view.

The old toad extended its clawed web, head high, spirit proud: "Want to touch? Pay up! One thousand taels for a look, ten thousand taels for a sniff, one hundred thousand taels for a touch! One million taels for touching and singing, jumping and rubbing!"

The old toad added a zero.

The Sweat King and Tribal Leader darkened their faces.

They weren't deaf to the loud scheming of one person and one toad—yes, they are heads of major powers, able to mobilize countless resources, but they are not fools.

In the end, the old Tribal Leader came out to haggle, haggling down to one hundred thousand, with the Sweat King each contributing fifty thousand taels.

"Although the Toad Lord is the Ape King's toad lord, Jianghuai is ultimately within our Great Shun territory, and moreover on good terms with the Ape King—this one hundred thousand taels shall be borne by our Great Shun." The Holy Emperor stepped forward.

The Tribal Leader's eyes twitched at the corners.

Realizing Great Shun was advancing by retreating, regretting having just haggled—those one million taels should have been paid by Great Shun.

No, these fellows are just passing the buck from left to right—no matter what, they finally succeeded in obtaining the old toad's pearl, touching and singing, jumping and rubbing.

"Lili lili lili."

The old toad rolled its tongue, spat out the pearl, the Sweat King stared at the saliva, it solidified slightly, he chose to reach out and take it, everyone gathered around.

For a moment.

"Truly refined—"

One round of study, one round of operation.

The Sweat King, the Tribal Chief, dazed, bitter, lost.

The Holy Emperor instantly relaxed.

Refined successfully! Once refined, it's like uncooked rice turned into cooked rice—unless the old toad dies, but the old toad certainly cannot die; he can then use the Ape King as an excuse, reap the greatest benefits at the smallest cost!

"Time's up, if you want extra time you gotta pay." The old toad squeezed through the crowd, re-embraced the treasure pill, and couldn't help but pitch: "Want extra time? I can give you a discount—maybe you'll even figure out something different, huh—"

The Sweat King and the Tribal Chief wanted to speak but held back, finally falling silent.

The die is cast. What remains to be considered is how, under the condition of having a shield in Great Shun, to avoid triggering alliance-breaking while striving to gain as many benefits as possible.

"Why does the position fruit show externally after being refined?" Lan Jicai wondered.

"The treasure pearl isn't necessarily the position fruit."

"Huh?"

Liang Qu faced the crowd's gaze, stroking his chin: "Why take it for granted just because snakes turn into dragons? Dragons have dragon pearls, clams have clam pearls, snakes have snake elixirs, toads have treasure pills—isn't that easy to understand?"

Auspicious Size Ruyi—just hearing the name fits the Many-Treasured Toad; after refining the position fruit and elevating its origin, the toad lord externally displays the toad spitting pearls, the manifestation form of the pearl also resembles the position fruit—doesn't that explain it?

The old toad gasped: "Is that really how it is?"

Lan Jicai was speechless, pondering briefly.

Well, come to think of it, it makes sense.

Nowadays the old toad can truly be said to have undergone a great transformation in appearance; previously he only had the substance of the Many-Treasured Toad but lacked the appearance—first glance, one would only think he's a lecherous old toad with high cultivation. Now at first glance, one feels pearl light and treasure aura, extraordinary and uncommon.

The Tribal Chief accepted reality and asked: "I don't know what authority the toad lord's position fruit entails?"

"Authority, what authority?" The old toad scratched his head.

"It's the additional abilities."

"Ah?" The old toad lowered his head to look at his belly, turned to look at his buttocks.

Asked three questions, knew nothing; asked three questions, shook his head three times.

Everyone looked at Liang Qu with considerable resentment.

Is this the powerful alliance capable of opposing the founding emperor of Great Li?

Liang Qu felt embarrassed, then thought of a good way to prove himself: "National Preceptor, the two remaining supreme embryos—"

"!" The old toad raised a single frog toe, leapt up onto the fat fish's head, waved his arms, and shouted: "Follow me!"

The crowd's expressions eased slightly, they filed out one after another.

Within the Lotus Sect, broken walls and ruins, the roof lifted open, fragmented murals visible everywhere.

The murals are primarily red and blue, extremely eye-catching, various Buddhas gathered—some with arms entwined with snakes or dragons, some with necks entwined, feet trampling.

Glancing at the colorful murals, then passing by the Venerable Bema, the old toad had a flash of inspiration, leapt into the air on the fat fish's head, landed on one foot with the other resting on the knee, both hands forming seals, a small dragon coiled out from his head, imitating the pose.

"Ribbit! This lord, the Dragon-Subduing Venerable Toad! Bold junior, having seen an Arhat, why do you not bow?"

Bema raised his head, shocked and enraged even more.

The Dragon-Subduing Venerable is one who pays homage to Arhats; now a mere toad dares to impersonate!

But soon, he became dazed.

Bema gazed at the old toad's aura, utterly opposite to the calamitous qi, then recalled the dark Buddha, the great pit—

An utterly absurd yet terrifying thought surged into his mind.

"Pfft!"

"Ribbit, spitting blood to harm this lord, evil monk!" The old toad fumed, frog toe pointing fiercely, "Collapse in a faint!"

"Toad lord, urgent matters first." Liang Qu urged, "Let's first—"

However, things took an unexpected turn.

Whether by coincidence or dog luck, the moment the old toad's words fell, right before everyone's eyes, Bema actually rolled his eyes white and fainted dead away.

The Prince of Chong flashed forward, stepped up to examine.

Soon after.

The Prince of Chong's expression turned strange: "Deviated qi circulation, qi deviation, plus rushed fire attacking the heart—"

This—

Let the awakened realm martial saint be made to faint by the old toad's qi?

Everyone's thoughts stirred.

The old toad seemed to have flipped some switch, gazing toward the corner where the captives were, suddenly pointing at one lama being dragged along.

"Stepped in dog feces!"

"Woof!"

A small mastiff squeezed out from the cage, suddenly bolted out, ran to the lama's feet, lifted its leg and sprayed a hot stream of urine.

The dazed lama's shoe tip grew hot then cold, seeing the vicious beast, fury blazing, about to kick it to death.

The old toad's frog eyes lit up, shouting again: "Eat dog feces!"

The small mastiff, frightened by the lama's leaking aura, lost control, right then and there had diarrhea, running while defecating.

The lama's leg kicked high backward like a scorpion's tail, but unexpectedly his center of gravity became inexplicably unstable, tripped by the iron chain, fell flat on his left foot stepping on his right, face-planted, just happened to land mouth-first on something fresh, a mouthful of brown chocolate.

Not far off, the lama captive stared wide-eyed.

The old toad's frog eyes blazed brilliantly, flashing light, as if he had grasped something; he looked toward more distant captives, frog toe extended, pointing at each blade of grass, and even the small dragon on his head extended its dragon claws.

"Qi deviation!"

"Blood qi flowing backward!"

"Pull the crotch! Pull a huge crotch!"

"Can't hold it in!"

"Take a fierce bite, a huge bite! Wait, wolf it down!"

"Eat! Shit! Eat! Shit! Eat! Shit! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Under the terrified gazes of the Saint Emperor, the Khan King, and the Tusi, the old toad twisted its buttocks, its left and right webbed claws clicking in interlocking succession.

It was as if invisible sword qi crisscrossed; the originally listless group of captives, after a bout of gibberish, instantly became chaotic and disorderly, looking like they had gone mad.

Worse still, some dropped dead on the spot.

"Too brutal!" Li Da Xi couldn't bear to look.

The stench drifted on the wind; the old toad grew more and more excited, like a wizard who had gotten hold of a staff. It raised both webs high, its mouth chanting incantations to match: "biubiubiu", "whoosh whoosh whoosh", "mali mali hong".

It had a premonition — the next move, it wasn't impossible!

"Ah!!! Taishan meteorite————"

Liang Qu's pupils dilated; he swept a glance at the clear sky and grabbed the old toad's mouth in one hand: "Frog Lord, absolutely not, one must show mercy where one can!"

The old toad croaked for a while, then gave up on unleashing its ultimate move.

Dead silence.

Several current top experts, combining the name Auspicious Ruyi, after the shock, immediately perceived the special nature of the old toad's authority.

Looking again at the lama just now, Bema, they derived several key points.

The Fledgling Dragon — even an Awakening Realm Fledgling Dragon would be affected.

The external environment won't change out of thin air; the first time he stepped in dog shit, because there was no dog shit nearby, it turned into being pissed on by a dog, but the external environment would be created, as long as it was reasonable! Hence there was soon the result of the mastiff being scared into incontinence.

Similar to calamity qi and misfortune qi, both make people unlucky, but Chang Qi can only simply guide, while the old toad can directly customize scenes!

Strength and effect are worlds apart, but this still isn't enough to highlight the specialness and power of the Position Fruit.

The Saint Emperor looked toward Liang Qu.

Liang Qu understood: "National Preceptor, switch to another one and try."

"Ah?"

"Since it can cause qi deviation, try reversing the method and see if you can make people———— achieve sudden enlightenment?"

The old toad's eyes lit up; it immediately switched gestures in a circle: "Ribbit! Enlightenment! Enlightenment! Enlightenment! Everyone achieve enlightenment!"

The Wolf Lord, the Chong King, the Su King, Liang Qu———— the forces of all three sides, North and South Great Shun, were all pointed at; everyone thought of the lama and subconsciously retreated half a step.

Almost instantly, Liang Qu's thoughts surged inexplicably, then past memories surfaced, emotions rose and fell, his entire state of mind inexplicably broadened, and the massive root sea inside him, over two thousand times larger, rapidly rose!

In the blink of an eye it multiplied threefold.

Or perhaps because in the capital he hadn't achieved enlightenment in less than a month, his accumulation wasn't enough, so he didn't achieve enlightenment, but his whole person entered a different kind of transparent realm, extremely comfortable.

The rest were very different; they had no recent chance of enlightenment, but deep accumulation.

And those able to cultivate to the Heavenly Dragon stage all possessed extraordinary talent.

In a split second.

Lan Jicai gazed at the chaotic captive team across from him, then looked at the allied team here kneeling in neat rows achieving sudden enlightenment, a single word accompanied by emotion burst from his mouth.

"Fuck!"

Good luck, bad luck freely switching? He remembered, Ruyi seemed to also have the ability to change size; turning into a Position Fruit, it shouldn't have inexplicably disappeared.

Wait, the essential ability of this Position Fruit, could it be————

Doing as one pleases?

Two days passed in a flash.

Amidst the ruined wreckage, blatant breakthroughs, blatant cultivation.

Grand Venerable Bema was dark as charcoal.

The Martial Saints of the Southern Frontier and the Northern Court all revived.

The Wolf Lord clenched his fists.

All kinds of incredulous things couldn't fully express the emotions in his heart.

He, had reached the twelfth stage————

Looking again at the smug old toad, the Wolf Lord's heart held only astonishment.

What a heaven-defying authority effect.

Sudden enlightenment requires accumulation, requires emotion; not to mention daily, even ten-odd years, several decades, having a stable one come along is no problem.

At the same time he felt further regret in his heart; if such a Position Fruit were————

Wait, perhaps in someone else's hands, it might not necessarily have such an effect.

The Wolf Lord thought, then quickly adjusted his emotions and state; after returning from the capital, he discovered his emotions were fluctuating more and more without reason, this wasn't a good thing.

Aside from the Wolf Lord, the remaining Fledgling Dragons, even if they didn't break through, all had greater or lesser harvests, each pair of eyes burning hot.

The fat fish swayed its long whiskers, cheering them on.

"Hmph, this National Preceptor doesn't show his might, you think I'm a tadpole."

The old toad floated dreamily, auspicious clouds rippling around it, webs clasped behind its back, gazing into the distance.

Webs grasp sun and moon, pluck stars.

It is, the Frog God!

The Khan King took a deep breath, suppressed all thoughts, and looked around: "Since everyone has fully broken through, let's go. The sooner we get the Supreme Body, the more we can thwart Great Li's schemes. We've already delayed two days."

"Why not bring these Venerables along?" the Tusi suggested.

"Oh?" The Saint Emperor thought for a moment, understood the old Tusi's idea, his eyes lit up, "Good idea. Dragon Elephant King, Huai King."

"As you command."

Everyone carried up the four Venerables.

"Elbow!" the Old Toad shouted, raising his arm high.

Fatty Fish bid farewell to the three Fierce Pig brothers he had just met, once again serving as a mount.

Treading through the high sky, people looked like ants; one could occasionally see Snow Mountain commoners heading to the Lotus Sect to pay homage.

The Great Venerable Bema was held by the collar; watching the Snow Mountains recede on both sides, his heart was filled with trepidation, yet he still clung to a last thread of luck in his heart.

It did not take half an hour.

The Old Toad lifted his webbed foot, and everyone descended.

Bema looked around in a circle, his expression strange.

The Supreme Body had been inscribed with the ritual; let alone Liang Qu and the others, even he could not find it — just this piece of desolate wilderness, how could the Supreme Body possibly be found?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The first time must have been a coincidence.

"National Preceptor, is the Supreme Body nearby?" the Wolf Lord rolled up his sleeves; hearing that the Supreme Body was faster than light, he was also a bit nervous, thinking he would have to strike fast.

"No no no." The Old Toad waved his frog webbed feet, saying nothing, merely standing quietly, putting on airs.

Everyone was baffled, suppressing their doubts, and waited along with him.

Wind blew the green grass.

The grass faced the sun with its glossy side, the shaded side with its fuzzy side.

A gust of wind blew, the lush green turned white and fluffy, like a hand stroking velvet; at that very moment, the Old Toad suddenly sprang up, clamped his legs together, aimed at Fatty Fish's buttocks, and kicked viciously.

"Footless Frog, it is now, ah strike!"

Fatty Fish leapt and pounced out.

Under countless gazes, a red light suddenly appeared in the sky; its trajectory could not be seen clearly — unbiased, undeviating, everything seemed predestined — it hit the bullseye squarely, crashing right into Fatty Fish.

Clasping the meat ball with both hands, power transmitted, flesh waves quivering.

Parting the Wild Horse's Mane! White Crane Spreads Wings! Hand Strums the Lute! Left and Right Grasp the Sparrow's Tail!

Fatty Fish's tendons and bones rang in unison; no-move surpasses having moves, countless martial insights surged into his heart, comprehending the profound mysteries.

The cold wind swept across the land, long whiskers fluttering, fish eyes suddenly opening wide.

Receive!

Transform!

Release!

The body rotated like a spinning top, shedding force for two and a half revolutions.

Fatty Fish traced an arc, fell from the sky, smashed a large pit; a moment later, soil flew up, and he excitedly hugged a meat ball, running over.

Wolf Lord: "————"

Saint Emperor:

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Great Khan, Tusi: "————

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The Venerables' pupils dilated, shock boundless; they turned their heads to look at the Great Venerable.

Bema: "Pfft!!!"