Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies
Chapter 130 - 54: Triumphant Return to the City, Crisis at Linfeng Hall

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"Junior Brother, there are so many people outside clamoring to see you, aren't you really going to meet them?"

Xiao Zhi peered through the door crack, teasing as he spoke.

Shen Qing had already changed into clean clothes and lay lazily on the cleared mud kang, indifferent: "They're just a bunch of people seeking to climb the social ladder. If you meet them, they'll pester you day and night. It's better not to see them."

"True." Xiao Zhi agreed deeply: "When I was working in the tavern, I saw many such sycophants. They are all fair-weather friends, completely useless. If you ask to borrow money, they instantly disappear."

As he spoke, he sat naturally beside Shen Qing.

Compared to those outside who shrink back, he could be close to this ruthless person who had killed a tiger demon.

Such different treatment made him visibly pleased for a moment.

As if remembering something, Xiao Zhi asked: "Junior Brother, that Ghost impersonated a person so well, even the Guardian Martial Department's Officer Lian couldn't identify them. How did you discover it?"

Shen Qing glanced at Xiao Zhi and said: "He said something to me, and from his attitude, I immediately felt something was amiss."

"What did he say to you?" Xiao Zhi asked with curiosity all over his face.

Shen Qing said: "He actually told me 'Sorry for the trouble'."

Xiao Zhi was slightly stunned, his whole face scrunched up: "That... there's really nothing wrong with that, right?"

Shen Qing chuckled and said: "When have you ever seen anyone from the government office be polite to us?"

"Um..." Xiao Zhi was at a loss for words, realizing Shen Qing made a lot of sense.

The government office in the county town was notoriously arrogant.

Shen Qing continued: "Then I saw the way he eagerly pointed the direction, just like when I used to hunt on the mountain and guided prey into traps, there was definitely something wrong."

"Junior Brother, I now find that you're not only gifted in martial arts, but also very clever." Xiao Zhi praised sincerely.

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By the next morning, at the break of dawn,

Wang Yanjun and the group had already awakened.

Everyone here was a martial master, vigorous and alert, even those who hadn't slept all night showed no signs of fatigue.

After a brief tidy-up and preparation, Wang Yanjun's voice broke the silence: "Back to the city!"

Responding to Wang Yanjun's rallying call, many martial artists came forward, some helping carry the tiger demon's corpse, others supporting their injured comrades as the group headed majestically towards the official road back to Taiping County.

Originally over fifty martial masters, now only half remained.

Linfeng Hall was especially unfortunate, reduced from over ten people to just three.

However, when they saw the Linfeng Hall disciple walking at the forefront, everyone's face showed varying degrees of respect.

Shen Qing ignored the gazes behind him, focused solely on the journey.

He disregarded anyone trying to cozy up, including Chang Yinfa, whose attempts to get close ended without result.

When the first rays of dawn reached the vast earth, Shen Qing and the others had already arrived on the official road.

The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky.

Due to recent disruptions from the tiger demon, the surrounding villages of Taiping County had suffered greatly, leaving merchants too afraid to venture out freely.

So much so that the usually bustling city gates in the morning now appeared deserted, with only a few people at the entrance.

Inside the gate, the county guards were drowsy and yawning.

Suddenly, a strong scent of blood rushed in, snapping them to attention, as they looked curiously ahead.

In the next moment, the massive corpse of a tiger demon, as big as a cow, was carried on the shoulders of people entering their vision.

The tiger demon's bloody mouth was deliberately propped open with two sticks, its body sprawled across several planks, appearing lifelike as if still alive.

"Tiger... tiger demon..."

The guards were startled, stepping back a few paces in a panic, drawing the daggers from their waists, and fixating intently on the people ahead.

Starting from the Mao Hour, they traveled for an hour.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, Shen Qing and the group finally walked beneath the city gates of the county.

"It's Team Leader Wang..."

Someone recognized Wang Yanjun, exclaiming.

Beside her, walking alongside, Shen Qing's gaze was calm, scanning the guards. The contained essence and evil qi within made them involuntarily shiver all over.

Wang Yanjun stepped forward, speaking sternly to the guards: "Quick, notify the County Magistrate and say that the tiger demon has been slain by us, the slayer being Shen Qing of Linfeng Hall."

Upon hearing this, the guards at the door were filled with shock, instinctively glancing at the man beside Wang Yanjun, and hurriedly responding: "Yes!"

After saying this, he rushed into the city, untethered a government horse, mounted it, and galloped towards the government office.

The remaining guards automatically made way, allowing Wang Yanjun and the others to enter the city smoothly.

At this time, the inner city was already bustling, the streets bustling with people.

Upon hearing that the tiger demon had been slain, people poured in from all directions to see the commotion.

Seeing the tiger demon's ferocious appearance, everyone gasped.

Instantly, the street buzzed with excitement, the crowd growing larger.

Shen Qing, walking in the group, frowned slightly, displeased with this way of entering the city.

"Brother Qingzi, Brother Qingzi!"

Just then, Shen Qing heard a familiar voice from the crowd.

He looked around.

"Here, over here!"

"Xiao Hu?"

Shen Xiaohu squeezed his way to Shen Qing's front, panting, urgency written all over his face.

"Why are you here?" Shen Qing asked curiously.

Shen Xiaohu quickly said: "Something happened, something happened in the Hall. Mi Gang came to provoke, Senior Brother Wu has been killed right in front of the Hall Master's uncle!"

"What?" Shen Qing realized the seriousness of the matter upon hearing this and, without even notifying the others, dashed out of the group.

Linfeng Hall.

The usually quiet inner courtyard was now crowded.

A sharp-looking man in short clothes sat leisurely on the Taishi Chair, enjoying tea with a face of contentment.

In front of him, Senior Brother Wu Shili lay on the ground, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, lifeless, dying with unresolved grievances.

"Master, I didn't expect Linfeng Hall's direct disciple to be so weak. I hadn't even exerted my strength, yet he died."

Beside the sharp-dressed man, a man with a fierce face spoke in a sinister tone.

As he spoke, he glanced mockingly at the people of Linfeng Hall in front.

Even the usually good-natured Li Linfeng couldn't restrain his anger at this moment. He stood up and said: "Sun Tiangai, grievances have origins, face me directly as you'd like!"

"In the sparring between disciples, punches and kicks are without eyes, some injuries and deaths are inevitable."

Boss of Mi Gang, Sun Tiangai, lightly placed the tea cup on the table, smiled, and said: "Besides, back then you killed my son, now I kill your disciple, it's even."

"What exactly do you want?"

Sun Tiangai said: "Just challenging the Hall! Why so agitated, Master Li?"

At these words, Li Lingchan, Ouyang Tiezhu, and others behind Li Linfeng turned pale.

In the courtyard, the Mi Gang brought no fewer than five disciples in the Bone Refining Realm, and one disciple whose natural strength had reached the Qi Cultivation Realm.

Now, with many of Linfeng Hall's disciples out slaying the tiger, the direct disciples were all useless, the Hall's strength greatly reduced, they had no way of countering the aggressive Mi Gang.

This time, Mi Gang aimed to destroy Linfeng Hall.

"Who's next?" the fierce-faced martial master asked, surveying the crowd.

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