Chapter 1444

"Bang bang bang!"

Three large pigs rolled back and forth, leapt, and formed a "pin" character formation, aiming their squeals at the crowd; their terrifying momentum formed a tangible air wave, shaking the crowd so that a gap opened in the throng.

Soldiers filled in the abatis, further driving back the crowd; cavalry seized the moment to advance, crossing and cutting through the crowd, scattering its organization.

The surging, noisy crowd, so frightened, fell silent in a short time, yet still wailed incessantly; worse still, some spoke without restraint, berating the Great Shun tyrant.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers flew into a rage, drew their horsewhips, and swung down upon the heads; the martial artists' strength was so great that not pulling off the head was already considered restraint; the shouters' faces immediately split open, flesh torn, blood pouring forth.

The smell of blood stimulated people's expressions; some individuals actually turned red-eyed, brandishing hooves, fearlessly charging forward.

Such are the fanatics.

The Lotus Sect has occupied the Great Snow Mountain for ten thousand years; over ten thousand years, evil deeds have piled up; once cleared, there must inevitably be those within the territory who have suffered hardship and feel gratitude toward Great Shun. Yet on the surface, the Lotus Sect remains the savior of suffering, a living Bodhisattva, drawing faith, offering children and maidens; the people present are clearly that very group of "ignorant folk."

Seeing one whip stir up public resentment, threatening to provoke greater bloodshed.

Liang Qu halted his steps, communicated with Ze Ding, probed his own information, flipped through the Dominion of Water Beasts, loaded the "Cannot Move" 【All Things Revive】 onto Chuan State, and with a thought.

Dark clouds instantly covered the sky, dropping a drizzle of fine rain.

The angry, pained, dissatisfied, and indignant crowd suddenly welled forth harmony and tranquility; all surging emotions subsided.

The weather on the Great Snow Mountain warmed, yet a downpour inevitably brings colds; Liang Qu again activated 【Dispel Water Illness】.

"Too bad, the Pot King is in the Eastern Sea, too far away; there he has better divine abilities." Liang Qu regretted, feeling more and more that the Pot King was a treasure, able to provide whatever he wanted.

He landed on the ground; the commanding general hurriedly led the troops forward to pay respects: "Your Highness."

"What's going on with this crowd?"

"Hmph, a bunch of idiots, wasting Your Highness's energy and time for nothing." Behind the general, a junior officer objected, "Your Highness cleared the Great Snow Mountain's malignant tumor; this crowd that sells children into slavery and daughters to monks still thinks Your Highness harmed them."

"Cough." The general did not think these words problematic, only found them rude, and hastily apologized, "This brat came from the countryside, his speech is coarse."

Liang Qu smiled: "No matter, I too am from the countryside; this is called speaking frankly without reserve."

The general was greatly embarrassed.

Liang Qu raised the topic: "What does Your Majesty say?"

"Recently, there have been ongoing small-scale clashes, as the territorial ownership has not yet been assigned; Your Majesty merely ordered us to block and disperse; if there are intentional plots, then kill them." The general also felt helpless.

The Great Snow Mountain is merely nominally subordinate; afterward, who these people belong to is unknown. In any case, they amount to nothing, so for now no one wants to waste grain or energy on drilling.

Liang Qu pondered: "I'll give you a suggestion.

The general's eyes lit up: "Your Highness, please speak."

"There is no love without cause; you all act thus, thus—"

The general hesitated: "Will this work?"

"Just try it and you'll know."

"Fine, I'll go do it now."

Liang Qu nodded: "First, take advantage of their current calm to open a path through the crowd."

"Yes!"

After a few simple pointers, Liang Qu rose again into the air, overlooking the earth.

The dense crowd, like ants, a few soldiers on horseback charged, slicing through the throng, each driving them apart.

Soon, several sacks of grain were hauled out to cook porridge; meanwhile, someone erected a temporary platform on the spot; more soldiers surged out of the crowd, vanishing across the grassland.

Monks are foolish mortals who can still be taught; demons are lurking evils that must become calamities.

So-called "ignorance" is merely insufficient material conditions and postnatal social shaping; as long as one does not aid the tyrant in his wickedness, they are worth reforming.

Liang Qu is not wholly good in the absolute sense; petty theft, fraud, deceit—he has done plenty, lustful and fond of scheming. Though he said there was danger, and his parents were not seriously ill at home, he still craved petty gains, diving into rivers to catch fish; sometimes he even wanted to slap them to death, not wanting to bother, sitting by while they drowned—but he always turned his thoughts, wondering what that person would do in such a situation? Would that person not care?

Once he thought of that, another measure of patience would arise.

Fish eaten, eaten—people————

Having once nearly starved to death, Liang Qu always thought human life precious, a slash of the throat, a bit of strength only. Raised to adulthood, one does not realize how much grain must be eaten, how long grain takes to grow in the fields; a person sitting in the ground, staring from morning to night, staring until madness, eyes blind, cannot even see a single grain of wheat grow from small to large, grow enough to fill a bowl of rice.

To ordinary people, saying "ignorance" is essentially arrogance—or lack of patience.

"Boss!"

A call came from the horizon.

Light points linked and overlapped with his position; Liang Qu lowered his brush.

The flowing light stalled before him.

The Third Prince seized Long Eying's robe sleeve with one claw, folded it ninety degrees with another, planted his hind claws on his waist: "Reporting to Boss, the flower-protection mission completed successfully; Eying Elder Sister brought back safely."

"Hard work." Liang Qu smiled.

"Thanks to the Third Prince protecting me all the way." Long Eying stroked the Third Prince's mane.

The Third Prince flicked his tail left and right, raised his head: "A trifle!"

"I'll assign you another task." Liang Qu shook the paper, drying the ink: "Deliver this letter to the Abbot of the Hanging Monastery, then go to Pingyang and invite the Great Master."

"Understood! Guarantee mission completion!"

The Third Prince's fighting spirit high, he took the letter, transformed into flowing light.

Long Eying cannot fly; the Third Prince departed, and as she was about to fall, Liang Qu caught her in one arm.

A gentle breeze stirred the hem of their clothes.

Beneath the two, the platform before the crowd had already been built; farther off, large numbers of villagers gradually emerged; several monks were bound with ropes and brought over. The soldiers of Nanjiang and Beiting still did not know what Great Shun was up to, merely standing aside and watching.

"Hehehe."

Liang Qu rubbed his hands, unconsciously revealing an evil, sinister smile.

Long Eying gazed upon Liang Qu's handsome face, that smile full of wisdom and scheming; though she did not know what the erected platform below was for, she also laughed: "Now, or later?"

Liang Qu paused: "Now, then—finish up, those two fellows are urging me on."

The secret chamber was divided into two parts.

Liang Qu and Xi Ziyu were on one side; Long Eying and Lao Mengyao on the other.

"One slice of ginger and star anise, one portion of scallion, ginger, garlic leaves — high-heat stir-fry — pinch of salt."

Following the manual Lan Jicai gave, Liang Qu added the corresponding spirit medicines to the small flesh ball in sequence; with each portion absorbed, the ball visibly proliferated and swelled, while its strength and aura dropped sharply in turn.

After all, it was merely a small derived piece — it could not compare to a Supreme Body, yet it was still sturdier than ordinary innate martial bones.

Trading quality for size.

Xi Ziyu was brimming with excitement, about to turn from an ordinary person into a genius; hearing Liang Qu rattling off spirit-medicine names at random, he could only feel helpless.

Before long, the flesh ball grew to roughly the same size as the original one.

Liang Qu controlled his heart-fire, his great hand formless; referencing Xi Ziyu's soul, he began kneading and pinching it like modeling clay.

An exact copy of Xi Ziyu took shape at flying speed!

Not long after.

Liang Qu looked it over from head to toe, thoroughly satisfied.

Just look at this craftsmanship — he was the Michelangelo of Great Shun! If this got out, what would David have to do with anything?

"All right, lie down inside." Liang Qu dusted off his hands. "For this little scrap of flesh and blood, your master spent enough limited-edition shark-silk to buy your life several times over."

Xi Ziyu's face flushed crimson, trembling with excitement.

He had long since grown bored staying in the marsh nation. But just as he was about to enter, a sideways glance made him hesitate again.

"Master—"

"What?" Liang Qu turned his head.

Xi Ziyu wore no clothes, standing stark naked, somewhat ashamed; yet the chance was once in a thousand years, a shopless village — after hesitating repeatedly, he pointed a finger: "It feels not that small, shouldn't it be a bit bigger?"

Liang Qu followed his finger and sneered: "Want an eight-pack?"

Xi Ziyu's eyes lit up: "Can you?"

"How about serratus anterior carved like knife and axe?"

"What's serratus anterior?"

"Right here." Liang Qu pointed at the muscles on both sides below his own ribs. "Like shark gills — also called shark muscle."

"Yes yes." Xi Ziyu nodded repeatedly. "Just like Master is fine."

"Pah!" Liang Qu lifted his foot in a feint kick. "One kick would send you flying — let your neighbor's master-wife come, chop trees and dig pits, knead you straight into a woman, guaranteed looks no worse than your master-wife, figure no worse than Elder Qi — save you from hysteria, thinking about nonsense, deal?"

Xi Ziyu hurriedly stopped him: "No no no, like this, like this."

Liang Qu mocked with his mouth, but as the world's number-one best master, he still fulfilled Xi Ziyu's tiny wish and made it a bit larger.

Xi Ziyu was overjoyed, his whole person at two hundred percent confidence; the inferiority from being jilted dissipated ninety-nine percent.

Master is the best in the world!

"Enough, hurry up and get in! Unlucky child."

Flesh and spirit fused; Liang Qu looked toward the other side.

"Strange, still not done?"

In the next room, Lao Mengyao gazed at her own body lying horizontally, eyes shining, cheeks flushed, heart wild with joy.

These cherries, so exquisite! Down there, so smooth!

Candlelight flickered, almost reflecting a sheen.

They say, hair grows there — how could it be missing down there?

Unlike Xi Ziyu who stripped completely naked, being a girl, even facing a same-sex master-wife, Lao Mengyao still wore underwear, too embarrassed to bare all.

She vaguely guessed why it was sculpted this way — probably the master-wife had never seen another's, assumed everyone was the same, couldn't see so copied herself.

Looking again at the master-wife's face, Lao Mengyao couldn't stop marveling.

Outrageous.

Simply a perfect woman.

Master has it good too.

However, although the master-wife "measured others by herself," Lao Mengyao had not the slightest thought of asking for a redo.

Mm, that's right, this is exactly how I look — the master-wife sculpted it perfectly.

"How is it?" Long Eying was delighted; it was her first time "sculpting a person," unexpectedly fun.

Lao Mengyao withdrew her gaze, thoroughly satisfied — except—

Lao Mengyao hugged Long Eying's arm; though she couldn't truly touch, she still shook and acted coquettishly: "Master-wife~ Don't you think my nose and brow ridge here have just a tiny, tiny bit of room for improvement?"

Lao Mengyao pinched thumb and forefinger together.

Long Eying hesitated, guessing Lao Mengyao's thoughts.

"Master-wife~~~"

"Mm, I think so too — I didn't sculpt it well."

"Heehee, it's already great, and also, thighs — more proportioned, aiyah, originally my figure was about the same as Master-wife's, thighs full, calves slender, straightened and proportioned so you couldn't even see the knees; later I worried too much about Big Brother, got skinny as chopsticks, yes yes yes, just like that, just like that."

"Toes toes, big toe not that big—"

"Instep, instep here, more slender, aiyah no no, not quite right, though a bit embarrassing— actually—" Lao Mengyao rolled her eyes, gaze drifting onto Eying.

Long Eying sighed: "I know, actually about the same as me, right?"

"Cough cough— not as good as Master-wife, was once upon a time— Master-wife ten thousand years! Mwah mwah mwah!"

"How is it still not done."

Liang Qu yawned, increasingly puzzled.

He'd finished sculpting Xi Ziyu several hours ago; why were Long Eying and Lao Mengyao still not done?

Unskilled?

That shouldn't be right, heart-fire forging, the difficulty isn't great——

"Master!!!" Lao Mengyao half-emerged from the wall, waving cheerfully, "Alright alright! Come quick come quick."

Finally!

Liang Qu was excited; he immediately brought Xi Ziyu next door, the two shells side by side, glancing at the clothed "Lao Mengyao", Liang Qu's eyes bulged: "This is you?"

Xi Ziyu was also greatly startled, then immediately understood, and grew envious.

Lao Mengyao floating in midair felt a pang of guilt, then quickly turned righteous: "This IS me! I was originally very pretty, later I entered the sect, and scheming against everyone made me become haggard and emaciated!

Liang Qu was speechless.

The one before his eyes, one could indeed tell at a glance it was Lao Mengyao, but obviously, she had been finely retouched!

Eyebrows, nose, lips, corners of the eyes—all had been finely adjusted; originally a seven out of ten, finely retouched to a nine out of ten!

Looking down along the face.

Snap!

No wonder she pinched for so long.

"Husband." Long Eying called.

"Fine fine fine, you just spoil her, whatever she likes." Liang Qu readily took out the Blood Treasure, and finally instructed, "Remember that feeling later, circulate the 'Huai Wang Jing', strive for Gang refining once, understand?"

"Understood!"

"Good!"

The 'Huai Wang Jing' was created by Liang Qu through fusion, most suited to himself, naturally passed to his disciple.

If they want to learn, teach.

The highest realm of martial arts is sharing; figuring it out yourself is what suits you best, others' understanding never surpasses the creator's, true innovation is a good thing.

Being able to seize the chance to return to Xiantian is absolutely a great fortuitous encounter.

Spirit and flesh fusing, two Grade-One Blood Treasures shot out, testing the waters.

Red light flourished greatly!

Sensing the internal progress, Liang Qu slightly raised an eyebrow.

"Actually fused this fast, not a single shackle, is it the Supreme Body's specialty? Seems Supreme-grade Blood Treasure isn't even needed?"

"If the Supreme Body can fuse without Blood Treasure, what does Great Snow Mountain use Blood Treasure for?"

Liang Qu originally thought he'd need Supreme-grade, didn't expect now it seems, not needed at all?

Just right.

Supreme-grade Blood Treasures, fighting Nine Mountains, bet won twelve, Heavenly Fire Sect reward five, total seventeen, Lao Yingtian fully fused used seven, breakthrough Yao Long three, Liang Qu himself only has seven left on hand.

Lao Mengyao, Xi Ziyu circulated the 'Huai Wang Jing', experiencing the profundity of rebirth.

Liang Qu and Long Eying likewise probed with Qi, carefully comprehending the sensation.

Spirit and flesh Heyi, this process, is very useful for comprehending Tongtian Juedi and realizing Zaohua!

The Underworld can't be entered casually anymore, every comprehension is extremely important.

Zhen Xiang entering Yao Long, difficulty extreme, but Long Eying's fortuitous encounter is probably also number one under heaven, Penglai pilgrimage, Jumang solidifying comprehension of Tianren Heyi, Underworld coming and going, watching rebirth to comprehend Tongtian Juedi.

Not to mention Yao Long, watching rebirth, coming and going from the Underworld, even immortals can't enjoy this.

Liang Qu has a monopoly here.

Next day.

The "River-Center Stone" originally stationed in Pingyang, descended on Great Snow Mountain.

The old Monk paid respects to the Saint Emperor, not wearing the hundred-patch robe, but changed into a robe, bringing Huai Kong to outside Lotus Sect.

Soldiers' emotions high, dragging the monk, then pulling him up the high platform, putting a hat on him, inserting a placard, letting the distant villagers from afar——

Commoners, accuse the monk's conduct.

The original fanatical believers stared blankly, those villagers, a dark mass, coming from even farther, more numerous than them, ecstatic emotions directly drowned out their resentment.

Great Shun didn't pay much cost, no mass detention, cleanly pacified the commoners' emotions, attracted quite a few people from Southern Frontier and Northern Court, Great Qing early on all came to learn.

Li Xianghan couldn't understand what use this had, only felt inexplicably everyone's righteous indignation got resolved, but that didn't stop her coming here to munch melon seeds, watch the excitement.

Suddenly.

As if between women, there is mutual sensing.

Li Xianghan turned her head, suddenly narrowed her eyes, looking at the distant woman, brows deeply furrowed.

Damn it!

How can there still be someone prettier than her, how come she wasn't seen before!

Formidable rival!

Not below Yun Qianlan, Yu Aoshan!

Northern Court side, "Suhebaru" stood together with the Wolf Lord, in the dark, he turned his head, inadvertently glanced, "Suhebaru" froze.

Street end.

Lao Mengyao lightly leaped, meeting the sky's gaze, raised her hand, not past the shoulder, only at the chest, pressed five fingers down, lightly beckoned once.

Wind blew hair tips.

Half a month ago the avalanche piled at the mountain foot, surface frozen into a brittle shell, then gradually melting, contracting, collapsing, rubbing, emitting faint sounds.

Sect changes, treasury misused Blood Treasures, Blood River saw Dragon Bones, Yin Yang shuttling——

Past events suddenly, like a book flipping rapidly.

Finally converging on the scene before the eyes.

The young girl stands at the long street's end, long hair dancing in the wind, playfully waving.

"Suhebaru" laughed, a great laugh; he lifted his head, gazing at the sky, somewhat puzzled how Lao Mengyao had suddenly become so much more beautiful, his body abruptly light, his whole being as if floating in midair, within his Lower Dantian, the sevenfold Root Sea surging.

The Wolf Lord turned his head in astonishment, shocked — this is ————

Sudden enlightenment!?

Great Shun, the Northern Court, the Southern Frontier — all three sides cast sidelong glances.

The Wolf Lord was wild with joy; this is the Northern Court's Ferocious Tiger King — no establishment without destruction, established after destruction, momentum like splitting bamboo!

He immediately turned his head, looking toward Zhang Longxiang, his gaze meaningful.

The scene in the imperial capital, he remembers vividly! That flourishing grandeur, to this day presses on him until he cannot breathe!

Zhang Longxiang glanced at the Wolf Lord, then at "Suhebaru", the corner of his mouth twitching.