Chapter 1479: Rarely Seen in the World, Sweeping Away the Mist (Beginning of Month Seeking Monthly Votes, Two-in-One)

"Gwa!"

"Look quick, Elder, the Elder has returned from campaign!"

"Idiot, you're supposed to call him National Preceptor, National Preceptor!"

"National Preceptor Big Frog. The National Preceptor has gotten handsome again."

Frog heads bobbed, the great anchor smashed onto the riverbed, and colorful big-headed frogs splashed through the water one after another, gathering forward. Big Fatty shoved Second Fatty aside, squeezing up to the old toad, and threw himself down in a full prostration, his whole frog body spread flat.

"Respectfully welcoming the National Preceptor's triumphant return!"

The old toad exhaled through its nostrils, two streams of white vapor spiraling out. At its waist hung a yellow belt, from which dangled a small yellow leather pouch. Its webbed claws gripped a scepter, a jeweled crown sat atop its frog head, and a great crimson cloak billowed and fluttered. Its bearing was perfectly rounded; with a tap of the scepter, it descended riding a frog in leisurely grandeur.

Frog eyes gazed down upon the frog masses; the frogs cheered. The old toad hopped down from the fat fish's head, conducted a review, gave a slight nod, assumed an at-ease posture, and extended its left leg.

Big Fatty's frog eyes lit up; he knocked aside Second Fatty next to him, crawled forward, cupped the webbed foot in his hands, puckered his lips, and kissed: "Chu chu chu————"

The old toad shifted its weight, extending its right leg.

Second Fatty used his back webbed foot to shove Big Fatty away, shuffled forward, and respectfully cupped the foot.

"Chu chu chu————"

As Big Fatty and Second Fatty kissed, their frog eyes observed; seeing the old toad's webbed claw approach the small yellow leather pouch, they kissed all the more fiercely.

The frog guerrillas and frog patrollers watched with envy, hating that they could not take their place.

Without a doubt, beyond question, truly and genuinely, to put it in the most direct, least roundabout, most concrete terms: right now is the Elder's — no, the National Preceptor's — most flourishing, most invincible, most wealthy, victorious-war-frog posture!

A great toad — how could it remain depressed dwelling beneath frogs for long.

Finally — the old toad's webbed claw touched the yellow leather pouch, and with lightning speed, it flung out a handful; treasure fish flew out.

Fish scales were colorful and variegated; the entire underwater scene boiled with clamor.

The frog masses surged and scrambled, toads fighting.

Amid the chaos, a sudden red light blazed, flashing past overhead; all the big frogs snatching treasure fish looked up. The fat fish squeezed its way over, sucked hard with a slurp, and swallowed half a fish tail.

The old toad flung its cloak, raised its scepter high, imposing and awe-inspiring: "This Duke announces: the Third Frog Clan Martial Tournament opens tomorrow. The victor will receive one supreme treasure personally bestowed by this Duke. Everyone go sign up with Big Fatty and Second Fatty."

"Gwa!"

The Elder's supreme treasure!

Frog cries of alarm rose in a wave; the wind swept up the remnant clouds as they finished snatching the treasure fish. Big Fatty and Second Fatty were surrounded by big frogs, all scrambling to register.

The fat fish darted left and right, its tail flicking a frog Mobile Corps Commander flying, slapped down its ID, grabbed a contestant number tag, and wrote three large characters in dragon-flying phoenix-dancing script.

"Footless Frog!"

Outside the clan grounds.

The Frog King pinched the small red light, looking left and right, unable to understand it. Though he didn't know what it was, the Elder had said it was a treasure; his tongue curled, and he swallowed it into his belly.

Drowsiness assaulted his heart, making the frog drowsy and wanting to sleep.

Without resistance, the Frog King settled his four limbs, curled up; his frog skin gradually lost color and wrinkled on the surface, and an even more formidable aura gestated beneath the withered toad skin.

"Lady Long is truly a peerless beauty; even as a woman, she moves my pity." Qi Wuwen wore a thin shirt, half-concealing, half-revealing, habitually crossing her arms.

"Elder Qi overpraises." Long Eying's face showed a faint smile; her heart-fire shifted from her upper body to her lower body. "Elder Qi's figure is what the world

rarely sees.

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"What use is 'rarely seen in the world'? So-called perfection must be like Lady Long — whether beauty or figure, everything is just right, rich but not greasy. I, on the other hand, am somewhat fatigued." Qi Wuwen changed the subject. "How long has Lady Long known the Prince of Huai?"

"Fourteen years."

"Fourteen years." Qi Wuwen calculated in her heart. "The Prince of Huai began cultivation at fourteen; isn't that meeting in humble obscurity? Truly rare and precious."

"It can't quite count as that." Long Eying shook her head. "A man like my husband, no matter where he goes, will always soar into the heavens; it's merely that I met him earlier."

Qi Wuwen sighed: "Meeting earlier — you say it in a way that makes one truly envious."

Long Eying's peripheral vision glanced aside; she did not continue the topic, silently sculpting with heart-fire, wholeheartedly shaping the figure.

Only, every time she sculpted the upper body, the two contrasted against each other, and she couldn't help but feel waves in her heart.

Qi Wuwen is Lao Mengyao's godmother; living under the same roof daily, Long Eying naturally often heard Lao Mengyao mention her; even so, seeing her in person still surprised her.

Her figure is like a round dewdrop; Liang Qu likes to cradle one in each hand, and Liang Qu's hands are large, yet they fit perfectly full, the soft flesh overflowing from between his fingers, always praised as perfect. This one probably needs her husband's two hands — ptooey! Long Eying sent out a flying sword, chopping off the two hands.

Not allowed to touch!

Really, where did her husband find her?

And she just happens to come out with them, truly —

A thought reached here, Long Eying asked: "How did Elder Qi think to come to the Yang Realm? I heard my husband say that self-awakened great powers like Elder Qi and Master Huizhen are not few, but those who voluntarily come out, only the two of you. Many have established foundations in the Yin Realm and are unwilling to give up their base; Elder Qi, how —"

"I hate being deceived above all!" Qi Wuwen's words carried coldness, almost gnashing her teeth.

Long Eying was slightly stunned, asked no further, but instead relaxed slightly.

"Then after revival, does Elder Qi have any plans? Travel the world, or something else?"

"Plans —"

Qi Wuwen was slightly at a loss.

Yes, she had only single-mindedly wanted to leave that Blood River Realm that deceived her, that raised her like livestock; yet she didn't know what to do in the Yang Realm after revival, drifting like a ghost, old acquaintances long dead, their ashes probably impossible to find.

The Yin Realm still has colleagues; the Yang Realm —

Long Eying suggested: "If you have no plans for now, why not stay in Yixing for the time being, Elder Qi? My husband is the enfeoffed King of Yixing; through his construction, there is probably no place under heaven more interesting than Yixing.

Mengyao is there too; my husband has been very busy in recent years, only accepting disciples but not teaching. Since Elder Qi is Mengyao's godmother, you can guide her cultivation daily; if you have the leisure, taking a post as an instructor at the Martial Hall is also possible."

Qi Wuwen's figure is indeed dangerous, but however you put it, she is a Yao Dragon expert; there is absolutely no reason to push her away.

"Mengyao, Martial Hall?" Qi Wuwen heard the familiar name, her eyes brightening. "That's not bad; in the Shuyu Pavilion, I was always teaching disciples."

"Then it's settled." Long Eying's eyes curved like crescent moons; she then stood up. "Elder Qi, take a look, how do you find it?"

Qi Wuwen lowered her head, stepped close, observed up and down; it was completely identical, not "short weight or measure," causing her to look at her with heightened regard.

Women are mostly jealous of each other.

Especially since she genuinely had some interest in the Prince of Huai, wanting to get to know him better.

Only the lower half————

Qi Wuyan's expression hesitated; looking again at Long Eying's face, she immediately understood, smiling faintly with pointed meaning: "Quite delicate and smooth, exceptionally gifted————"

Long Eying followed her gaze, stunned, puzzlement rising in her heart. Exceptionally gifted? She found it strange; last time with Meng Yao, it seemed everyone differed in some aspect?

"Need to modify?"

"No, completely unnecessary." Qi Wuyan smiled broadly, putting on her outer robe, "Very good, extremely good, thank you for your trouble, Lady Long."

"Done, Master, look, how is it?"

"Very well." Hui Zhen pressed his palms together, "Thank you, Benefactor."

"Hehe, need to modify?" Liang Qu implied meaning, "Rare opportunity."

Hui Zhen was unmoved like an ancient well: "This poor monk has no intention of returning to secular life for now."

"Hah, just a joke. If there's no problem, Master, just lie inside and follow your heart's inclination."

"Good."

Two streams of living beings' Qi mechanisms surged forth anew.

In half a day's work, two Past Life Perished Dragons, respectively with the strength of the Tiger Hunting Upper Realm, lived out a second life!

"Master Hui Zhen, Elder Qi, how do you feel?" Liang Qu took out paper and brush, recording seriously.

This time he employed a certain degree of Tian Wu Authority, slightly modifying; logically the compatibility should be higher.

"Good."

"Very good."

Qi Wuyan clenched her five fingers; she had fallen into unprecedented weakness, yet the cold wind felt on her body, the turbid Yellow Shahe, made her feel unprecedentedly refreshed.

Even so, walking the cultivation path again, she could completely do so faster and better, not necessarily unable to reach even higher!

"Meng Yao, Zi Yu had their strength raised by the embryo; you two were lowered by the embryo. If re-cultivating, you should logically be faster, as long as resources are sufficient." Liang Qu analyzed seriously, "I will allocate all these for you two, also counting as helping with the experiment."

"Many thanks, Benefactor."

"Many thanks, Prince of Huai."

Liang Qu grinned: "No matter, see Buddha all the way to the West, besides I have plenty of money."

Four years, the first plan mostly passed; thirteen fiefs, debts completely cleared this year, on the right track. Even if seventy percent of revenue is handed over, the remaining thirty percent is still a huge sum! Below Entering Zhen Xiang, even Entering Zhen Xiang support, a drop in the bucket.

Not to mention far ones; just the Phoenix Immortal Fish accumulated little by little, earning hundreds of thousands relying on the gimmick.

"Then let's go back to Yixing first, arrange lodging. Eying, accompany Elder Qi to the Martial Hall. Master Hui Zhen, I have an elder, good fellow, that is a once-in-a-generation Buddhist genius, able to independently research and understand the 'Vijnaptimatratasiddhi Conclusion', comprehend and extract techniques like the 'Ear Consciousness Method'. He has long wanted to discuss the Dao with Master Hui Zhen. My growth to today owes much to this elder."

"Oh?"

Hui Zhen appeared slightly surprised, and also curious.

The 'Vijnaptimatratasiddhi' can be called a heavenly book; since Master Hui Yuan, no one has received the true transmission. The 'Vijnaptimatratasiddhi Conclusion', even if inferior, is still an extremely difficult work; someone actually achieved this step?

"Phew, done! Continue working!"

Liang Qu stepped across the Pingyang Temple threshold, body completely relaxed.

Yellow Shahe governance completed; although water source conservation remains unsolved, treating symptoms not root, still needs the Qintian Supervisor to work hard on research, complete his Minor Divine Ability Order's grand conception. But even treating symptoms frees him from this heavy task.

Settled the two "Future Perished Dragons"; Long Eying secluded in the Yellow Springs Nation comprehending the Heaven-Penetrating Earth-Crossing. He again explained the situation to the Old Dragon Lord, and by the way asked after the Cloud Whale.

Liang Qu threw himself into the great undertaking of improving crop seeds, counting as the second important task after water control. In this spare time, cultivation, cultivation relegated to second, turning continuously like an axle.

No choice.

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In the plan arrangement, the Middle Rank Fruit Wu Fruit is to be naturalized. In other words, this is a "time-limited Authority"; once converted to Governance Degree, used to advance to Marsh Spirit, transform into Proper Authority, it will disappear. At that time, wanting to change won't work; time will not come again.

Entering the twelfth month, just finished modifying several main crops, handed to the Ministry of Works for trial.

Only pity, same as handing over lotus roots back then; without planting a few rounds, no definite conclusion can be drawn. A few rounds down, at least two years needed.

Simultaneously Liang Qu had Hedgehog and Long Binglin each arrange the Winter Sacrifice on the twelfth day of the twelfth month, preparing to try squeezing Favor again.

Marsh Spirit evolution, besides requiring sixty points of Governance Degree, also requires one hundred percent Favor.

Favor exceeding one hundred dissipates; previously all converted to Governance Degree, not daring to waste a fraction. Full hundred converts, naturally impossible to have exactly one hundred left each time. Now must fill the gap.

"Master, Master Hui Zhen!"

Early twelfth month, Liang Qu went up to Pingyang Temple, first startled by the daytime Buddha light; waiting until entering the rear hall, seeing Hui Zhen again, eyes brightened.

Qi Wuyan is alone in the world; Hui Zhen recognized the old monk, directly obtaining Suspended Temple's extra feeding.

At this moment, Hui Zhen's aura was considerably heavy; actually in just one month, reached Tiger Hunting Peak!

Opening Profound Light, Smelting Hundred Classics need not be said; these leaning-toward-comprehension things, fundamentally not lost. Probably only lacks Food Qi, even whether Food Qi is needed is debatable.

No wonder daytime Buddha light; the old monk's aura also has a precipitated feeling; certainly has gains.

Even the scar-faced one sweeping the floor before the door, obtaining two Perished Dragons' guidance, aura heavy by three parts.

Ta Ta Kai, Danger!

"Benefactor." Hui Zhen stood up.

"It's that matter I spoke to you about last time, can you go?"

"Good."

"Right then, Master, we'll go out for a trip first." Liang Qu waved his hand.

The old monk smiled faintly.

Jianghuai Great Marsh.

Lan Jicai arranged the ritual; Liang Qu encouraged Pai Xiao Xing.

"Pai Xiao Xing, counting on you!"

Thousands of jointed limbs folded at ninety degrees, touching feet snapping off one after another, ten sub-bodies breaking free and rolling to his feet like tumbleweed.

"Master Huizhen." Liang Qu turned his head.

Huizhen took out a transparent blood gem and handed it to each of the ten.

"Mr. Lan!"

Lan Jicái activated the coffin ritual.

Liang Qu drew a breath, focusing completely.

The Fourth Immortal's demise does not mean all is well; on the contrary, we should press the advantage!

Kill too many, and the Fourth Immortal will self-destruct, jade and stone burned together; besides killing, there are other ways to gain advantage. Now the Lotus Arhat and the Fourth Immortal are both silent, not necessarily able to detect anyone again—no, beast smuggling.

A perfect chance to plant spies!

At the same time, Liang Qu's Yellow Springs Kingdom likewise needs water beasts as entry and exit points.

Once the shackles of ritual rebirth are avoided, the degree of freedom in dealing with the Blood River Realm will greatly increase!

"Go, send Xiao Xing!" Liang Qu annihilated the sub-bodies.

"This water beast is formidable, but why call it Pai Xiao Xing?" Lan Jicái watched the water tumbleweed, curious, "Could there not also be a Pai Da Xing?"

"Hiss————"

"Really?" Lan Jicái exclaimed.

"Mr. Lan has keen eyes like a torch." Liang Qu gave a thumbs-up, "Have you seen Blue Cat Brown Mouse?"

Lan Jicái nodded: "Quite interesting."

"The next similar animation is about to launch, Yellow Sponge and Pink Starfish!"

Lan Jicái's eyes lit up: "Then I suppose I should give it a try."

"No problem, wait!" Liang Qu began operating.

Normal death, even through ritual, cannot reach the underworld.

Being able to travel back and forth to the underworld essentially means that after Liang Qu's death, he can embody a fishwife, relying on her abilities to move freely; later, Liang Qu used the marsh state to let sub-bodies rebirth through death, indirectly achieving yin-yang connectivity, otherwise the Guimu Sect would have long discovered the underworld's existence.

This is Liang Qu's unique ability, by which he profited from the information gap; otherwise, the Huo Tian Sect and the Great Li Taizu would not have been so miserably suppressed by the yin.

Black Emperor, brat!

In the Yellow Springs Kingdom, dead sub-bodies are absorbed, relying on the connection with the underworld and their own life-death state; Liang Qu followed the sensation and gave a light push.

"Whoosh."

Ten Pai Xiao Xing sub-bodies appeared one after another.

A sheet of blood red.

"How is it?" Lan Jicái asked concernedly.

Liang Qu sighed, and Lan Jicái instantly felt dejected.

"Success!"

"?"

"Then why are you sighing?"

"Bold, disrespectful to your sovereign!"

"Pant! Gasp!"

Blood River Realm, ten Pai Xiao Xing sub-bodies rolled for a moment, then unfurled in succession, took root in the riverbed, trembling, wandering for a long time.

Water flowed, clouds light, breeze gentle.

For a full two quarters of an hour, not a single sub-body suffered loss.

Safe!

The yin-yang people and the old Lotus Arhat are indeed unable to care for themselves!

Liang Qu suppressed his excitement. With water beasts stationed in the underworld, he immediately bypassed the ritual, directly transferring the prepared ten thousand sub-bodies into the Yellow Springs Kingdom, then via the ten sub-bodies, smuggling them in batches!

Puff puff puff.

Tentacles swaying, the first Pai Xiao Xing sub-body spat out ten sub-bodies, shooting into the water; after two quarters of an hour, no problem, the second sub-body, the third—

Pai Xiao Xing began viral spread in the Blood River Realm!

Following Huizhen's guidance and reminder, one place takes root one by one, the remaining sub-bodies curl up, drift with the current, follow the main trunk, float far away.

Ripples spread across the water surface, all the way forward.

A river flows in the Blood River Realm, its unique branching structure giving sub-bodies a clear, simple direction.

At the same time, Liang Qu noticed a key point: when sub-bodies appear from the Yellow Springs Kingdom, their flesh seems to remain in place, only the soul leaps out, identical to entering the ritual mode!

"Water tumbleweed" took root rapidly.

In the mental link, the originally blank, nonexistent map suddenly lit up, large patches clearing the fog.

Shu Yu Pavilion, Long Hu Pavilion, Bei Dou Valley—Geda Sect, continuously marked.

Until—Huo Tian Sect!

Pai Xiao Xing sub-bodies scattered like stars, surrounding the Huo Tian Sect, like so many satellites.

Ordinary sub-bodies cannot normally be too far apart, otherwise they cannot communicate.

But Liang Qu replaced the main body, and the mental link expanded to unlimited range!

A perfect replica of the Cloud-Stepping Immortal Island, observed by Pai Xiao Xing, projected into the mind.

Disciples and elders coming and going, occasionally encountering old acquaintances who once invited them for drinks, they hurried anxiously, faces tense, movements panicked, order chaotic—

The first impression transmitted by Pai Xiao Xing was a noisy crowd; if not confirmed as the Huo Tian Sect, one might suspect it a vegetable market.

No doubt, infiltrating the Blood River Realm, causing the Fourth Immortal's near-fall, the aftermath is far from over; everything is laid bare before the eyes.

"Done!"

Know yourself and know your enemy, and in a hundred battles you will never be in peril!

At the Heavenly Fire Sect, Wu Lingxu, Fei Taiyu, and the rest of the core elders were at their wits' end; cultivating the lotus flowers, they were like ants on a hot pan, transporting blood treasures.

Suddenly, a chill ran down Fei Taiyu's spine, as if a venomous snake had flicked its tongue, lightly brushing past; he turned his head, looking toward the other elders.

There was nothing, empty and void.

"What's wrong?" Wu Lingxu asked.

December twelfth.

Heavy snow fell from the sky; Jiangnan at this season ought not to have snow, but since it was winter, snow undoubtedly added more atmosphere, as long as the atmosphere did not affect daily life.

Long Eying avoided the main roads where it did not snow; thin snow on the rooftops to prevent collapse, heavy snow in the wilderness, three feet of thick snow on the lake surface, piled up into ice.

【Sacrificed to Huaijiang, River Favorability +8.4459】

【River Dominance: 49.9 (River Favorability: 64.4091)】!

Liang Qu looked toward the bustling crowd, his heart skipping a beat; even with mental preparation, he still felt a measure of disappointment.

It did not match the scale at all.

It wasn't that there had been no Winter Sacrifice before; it was precisely that first year he had just arrived, at that time he had come in the tenth month, and because of the Frog King's predation he had held the winter ceremony, so strictly speaking, Liang Qu had never experienced a situation of two rounds in one year——————

"Only one round per year?"

Wind and clouds changed, light and shadow projected.

Liang Qu raised his head.

The silver vase shattered, water and juice gushed forth; flowing clouds poured down, falling onto the water surface, pouring and taking shape.

"Turns out it's Brother Yun Bo?" Liang Qu smiled, "How come you have the leisure to grace us with your grand presence today?"

Yun Bo bowed: "The Great Hunt Conference convenes in merely one year, therefore I specially come bearing the Whale Emperor's decree, to invite the Huai King to once again grace the East Sea, to plug gaps and make up for deficiencies."