Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies
Chapter 132 - 56 This is the Direct Disciple I took on not long ago

Shen Qing announced his name, and the people in the inner courtyard of the Mi Gang began to whisper among themselves.

"Shen Qing? Who is that?"

"Never heard of him."

"I remember Li Linfeng only had four direct disciples: Ouyang Tiezhu, Niu Daping, Dong Zizhuang, and Wushili. Ouyang Tiezhu is here, Niu Daping and Wushili are dead, and Dong Zizhuang is now one-eyed. Where did this Shen Qing come from?"

The inner courtyard suddenly became as noisy as a marketplace.

Amidst the numerous discussions, Shen Qing remained unperturbed, his expression calm and indifferent.

Sun Tiangai, seated on the Taishi Chair, silently set his teacup down, his eyes narrowing slightly.

A few months ago, he had vaguely heard that Li Linfeng had accepted a new direct disciple.

However, this disciple was a relative from Lady Qi's family, suggesting some level of nepotism.

Moreover, Li Linfeng's Lady Qi also came from a humble background, with nothing noteworthy in her family.

What kind of martial talent could be nurtured in such an environment?

There wasn't even enough to eat.

He paid no mind to it.

Knowing Shen Qing's background, Sun Tiangai leaned back again, his eyes watching Shen Qing like a spectator at a show.

Li Linfeng, returning to his senses, glanced around, realizing the situation was beyond saving.

He sighed deeply and said to Shen Qing, "Step back. This is not something you can handle."

The opponent was a martial master of the Qi Cultivation Realm, and even Li Linfeng was no match for him, let alone Shen Qing, who had barely finished Skin Forging.

They were simply not on the same level.

The recent death of Wushili was a bloody lesson.

Now, if Shen Qing went up against Meng De, he would most likely end up dead.

Shen Qing looked down at Wushili, who lay dead on the ground, eyes wide open, and decided against heeding Li Linfeng's words.

He raised his head to meet Meng De's gaze and asked, "Did you kill him?"

"Indeed, I also didn't expect him to be so weak. I went all out, and he just fell. Sorry about that. I'll be more careful next time," Meng De said, his face full of coarse muscle twitching, speaking jokingly.

Even while apologizing, his eyes and the twitches of his facial muscles were filled with disdain and mockery.

"Do you find this funny?"

Shen Qing stood quietly in the center of an open space, his silhouette appearing upright under the sun's glare.

Meng De restrained his smile and asked, "What's that?"

"I mean, I hope you keep that smile as we continue," Shen Qing said, a grin forming on his lips, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I'm wondering if your flesh and blood are stronger than a demon tiger's."

Suddenly, a gentle breeze rose quietly behind Shen Qing. The wind was not strong, but as it blew softly, it seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

As the breeze spread, an invisible pressure radiated from Shen Qing like ripples.

The once bustling and noisy inner courtyard fell silent under this pressure.

Those from the Mi Gang who were arguing and skeptical felt as if an invisible force gripped their throats, causing everyone to shut their mouths, not daring to make a sound.

The inner courtyard became silent.

Li Linfeng, as well as the disciples of Linfeng Hall, felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

This invisible pressure, silent and weightless, pressed like a thousand-pound burden on their chests, stifling them.

"Good, good, good! That's the feeling I want... Linfeng Hall is full of worthless people, but finally, there's someone worth noting. I hope you won't disappoint me."

Standing in the inner courtyard, Meng De sensed the oppressive power emanating from Shen Qing, but he didn't feel a shred of fear.

On the contrary, his eyes shone with a fervent light.

His chest heaved heavily, his whole aura rising as his muscles tensed, throwing a punch.

"Die!" Meng De's voice was hoarse and low, echoing over the inner courtyard.

He stomped forward, the stone floor beneath his feet shattering instantly, fragments scattering.

Meng De clenched his fist, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, and struck straight at Shen Qing's chest.

At that moment, Meng De completely unleashed his power with no restraint at all. He had one thought: to flatten this arrogant guy with one punch!

To make him kneel and beg for mercy.

To pretend to spare him, only to kill him again with one punch!

Hahaha!

His eyes were laced with blood-red threads, and his whole body's Qi and blood gathered on his fist.

He felt immensely powerful.

His fist seemed endowed with unprecedented strength and heat.

Every muscle, every drop of blood in his body, activated under this power.

As the wind of his fist howled, Meng De felt he had finally integrated years of martial arts practice and strength, gaining a new understanding.

But just as he thought he would beat his opponent half to death, he suddenly realized the young man standing opposite him was gone.

Boom!

His fist struck the empty space, exploding with an ear-shattering roar.

A powerful wave of energy spread out from the center surrounding the two men, causing everything around them to shudder under this power.

Yet Meng De felt no joy. Instead, he sensed an unprecedented crisis, an intense sense of murder looming over him from behind.

He turned to look back.

Unaware of when Shen Qing had already maneuvered behind him.

Pop!

Suddenly, Meng De felt a sharp pain in his back.

"What's happening?"

Shen Qing's two fingers, enclosed in flames and intense heat, thrust into his back.

He activated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Skill, Blood Dominance Technique, and Wind Force to their extremes, penetrating Meng De's flesh with his fingers.

Bang!

Scorchingly hot and sharp, two streams of energy burst within Meng De's body, leaving a fist-sized hole in his chest.

Meng De looked down, touching the hollow cavity and the warm blood, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

A look of terror appeared on his face as he slowly looked towards Sun Tiangai, his trembling mouth uttering, "Master... save me..."

Sun Tiangai sprang up from the Taishi Chair.

Before he could say anything, there was a bang, and Meng De's bulky body crashed to the ground.

Shen Qing slowly withdrew his stance, smiling as he addressed Sun Tiangai, "My apologies, I momentarily lost control of my strength. No hard feelings, Sun Gang Leader."

The inner courtyard was utterly silent.

One move, just one move.

Everyone was too shocked to close their mouths.

They couldn't imagine that the once invincible Meng De was killed by Shen Qing in a single move.

The emotions in Linfeng Hall were like a roller coaster, experiencing drastic highs and lows.

Li Linfeng was the first to react, asking excitedly yet with disbelief, "Did you break through to the Qi Cultivation Realm?"

"Fortunately, yes!"

Hiss...

Li Linfeng drew a cold breath, unable to imagine his apprentice's fierce prowess.

He took a long while to recover from his shock.

A moment later, he burst into laughter, as if dispelling all his vexations, and announced heavily to the Mi Gang members, "I forgot to tell everyone, this is my newly accepted direct disciple, Shen Qing!"

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