Chapter 596: The Long Qi of Time!

"Hey~"

Ripples flowed.

A round belly reflected starlight.

The old frog sprawled out, limbs splayed, toes dangling in the water, sighing heavily, listless and drained.

Riding the fat catfish, circling the giant turtle for three days and three nights without pause, still could not figure out how to land on the island.

Oh my.

Torture!

Slish!

Frogs do not share each other's joys or sorrows.

The fat catfish, with the old frog on its head, opened its wide mouth, devouring big fish, endlessly indulging in its snack.

The deal of splitting fifty-fifty fell through; instead, it became one treasure fish per day—and not just any fish, but the premium kind from the yellow skin pouches!

With the frog clan as backing, given time, it would surely become the number one water demon under heaven and demons!

Eating while enjoying.

Dreaming of a bright future.

The fat catfish suddenly halted its tail.

The old frog slid slightly, opened its eyes, and elbowed the catfish's forehead, shouting: "You're slacking! No treasure fish today! Huh?"

A familiar aura drew near, pulling up vast clouds of white vapor.

Splash.

The water scattered.

Liang Qu and the dragon man appeared.

Looked around.

"Frog Lord!"

"Liang Qing!"

The old frog was greatly surprised, sat upright, began to speak—then remembered something, and slumped back helplessly.

Sigh.

What good is it if not Big Fat and Second Fat?

Liang Qing is exceptionally wise and sharp-eyed, but alas, his cultivation is weak—he wishes he could relieve the frog's worries!

"Why does Frog Lord look so gloomy?"

Liang Qu asked, pretending ignorance.

The old frog raised a claw, pointing toward the towering shadow beneath the night sky.

"This mountain is what's tormenting me!"

Liang Qu glanced for a moment, then said in feigned shock: "General Yuan?"

"General Yuan?" The old frog sat up again. "What General Yuan?"

Liang Qu bowed: "Frog Lord, 'General Yuan' is the river deity whispered about by the villagers of Peng Ze. Legend says 'General Yuan' is a giant turtle with a mountain growing on its back, called 'Shoushan'; its belly shell is covered in algae, called 'Zao Lin'."

"Yes, yes, exactly the same!" The old frog recalled what it had seen, nodding vigorously. "Liang Qing, do you know this turtle's origins?"

"Not much. This turtle belongs to the black crocodile species. On the day Long Gong was completed..."

From what he learned from Wu Wu Cangshou, Liang Qu relayed everything to the old frog.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

Since suspecting 'General Yuan' is connected to the Western Turtle, every possible connection must be used to gather intelligence.

Uncle has seen much, and the lucky and blessed black turtle he keeps is no less remarkable.

The old frog rested its webbed foot under its head, lost in thought.

Long Long Binglin also found it unbelievable.

General Yuan is of dragon blood!

Long Long Binglin mused: "I once heard that in Long Gong's courtyard, there truly stood a hundred-zhang night-bright coral, glowing orange at night like a fire tree with silver blossoms. Long Jun planted it himself and assigned a dedicated person to care for it—it was extraordinarily beautiful, originally offered by 'General Yuan.'"

He learned this secret for the first time.

Too bad.

No kinship to claim.

"Events from hundreds of years ago? Not knowing is normal."

Gazing at the towering peak beneath the night sky, Liang Qu found it hard to imagine it was merely a product of a giant turtle's carapace.

Merely by size, 'General Yuan' must be the largest beast he had ever seen.

Truly magnificent.

Could it even count as a celestial phenomenon?

Throughout history.

Has anyone ever taken General Yuan as their true Gang 's 'form'?

Liang Qu asked curiously: "Frog Lord, are you certain there are treasures on General Yuan's back?"

"No, not just one!" The old frog leapt up from the catfish's head, waving its webbed feet and drawing a huge circle with its claws. "Great treasure! Big treasure! Many treasures! A treasure mountain!"

Feeling words still fell short, the old frog added:

"The last Heavenly Water Dew was nothing compared to this treasure mountain!"

"!!!"

At these words,

Everyone was stunned.

Heavenly Water Dew was nothing compared?

Liang Qu himself knew best the marvel of Heavenly Water Dew.

Real, top-tier long qi—just its passive buff that cleansed negative states had brought him immense benefit.

Poverty limits imagination.

Impossible to guess.

Longevity peach?

Wu Wu Shengzhen's ultimate treasure?

Even higher?

No wonder the old frog, with the catfish, circled for three days and three nights without leaving, scratching its head and pacing, stuck like magnetic poles—utterly inseparable. But landing on the island was as dangerous as treading on the head of Tai Sui—gazing at the mountain, sighing helplessly.

The fat catfish stared at Shoushan, drooling unconsciously, its vision suddenly filled with a massive treasure fish, shaking its tail and head at it.

Blink again.

The mountain remained just a mountain.

One frog and one fish hung their heads, dejected again.

Long silence.

Long Long Binglin couldn't help speaking.

"Elder… is 'Shoushan' moving closer to us?"

Huh?

Liang Qu ignited his golden eyes, staring at the mountain—felt faintly that it had grown larger, and quickly turned to the "alarm device."

The old frog was suspicious—it was certain it was in a safe zone.

A moment passed.

The mountain's enlargement became unmistakable.

Undeniable.

General Yuan was moving toward them!

"Frog Lord!"

Liang Qu felt tense, trying to confirm again.

The old frog scratched its butt.

Correct.

Bright moon, sparse stars.

Shoushan pushed through the night mist, slowly approaching.

Beneath the mountain, a crocodile head emerged.

The giant turtle seemed to catch a scent, its limbs gliding freely through the water, heading in a certain direction.

The smell grew clearer, the more it sniffed, the more alert it became.

Its half-closed, drowsy eyes slowly lifted; its sluggish body gradually revived, swimming faster and faster.

Fragrant, rich…

No mistake.

There's a beauty!

"Go!"

The mountain tilted—regardless of whether the old frog's senses had failed or not, Liang Qu decided to retreat first.

But when the distance between both sides shrank to a critical point.

The Zé Ding trembled, radiating light.

【Obtained one thread of the Long Qi of the Season of Time; if fused with fifty thousand units of Water Marsh essence, one spiritual fish is born, capable of elevating favor—its effects are mysteriously profound.】

【Obtained one thread of the Long Qi of the Season of Spring; if fused with ten thousand units of Water Marsh essence, one spiritual fish is born, capable of elevating favor.】

【Obtained one thread of the Long Qi of the Season of Summer; if fused with ten thousand units of Water Marsh…】

【Obtained one thread of the Long Qi of the Season of Autumn…】

【Obtained one thread of the Long Qi of the Season of Winter…】

【Absorbed two threads of Dragon Seed Qi】

【Consuming three threads of Dragon Seed Qi generates one Yinglong Pattern.】

【Dragon Seed Qi: three threads】

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Liang Qu's pupils dilated; before he could react, five threads of distinct-colored Heavenly and Earthly Long Qi had already appeared inside the Zé Ding!

Where the hell did these come from?

Until he saw the final two threads of Dragon Seed Qi…

In an instant.

Terror surged forth.

Shoushan burst through the water, its speed skyrocketing!

"Run!"

The old toad shrieked in alarm, piercing everyone's eardrums.

The fat catfish's whiskers nearly snapped as it instinctively whipped its tail and surged forward.

Fortunately, Liang Qu reacted swiftly, enveloping the water in a flow and activating 【Water Movement】.

"Roar!"

The roar shook the heavens.

Everyone's ears rang.

Liang Qu's mind felt as if struck by a sledgehammer—he nearly spat blood and dared not pause for a moment.

Boom!

General Yuan directly swung his palm, striking from miles away; the entire marsh surface quivered like jelly, moonlight flickered, and a straight silver line cut through the center—countless fish and beasts exploded instantly into misty clouds of blood.

Crash!

Strike through the mountain, hit the ox.

A water column surged upward, striking with crushing force.

Splash!

A torrent of power slammed into them.

All people and beasts were violently flung from the marsh, soaring into the air.

A thousand meters above ground.

The moonlight was cold, the wind howling.

Liang Qu looked back at the mountains below.

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