Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies
Chapter 180 - 6: Bow Technique Break Limit, Every Arrow Hits the Mark!

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Shen Qing, who possessed the "Never Forget" skill, remembered very clearly everything he read in books, even if he just glanced at them briefly.

That day, he read a roster taken from the Huang Tian Sect General, and he distinctly remembered a page that mentioned a person named "Zheng Yuanqiu."

"Zheng Yuanqiu, thirty-five, fat, fond of money, cultivation at the Dan Realm. He acts swiftly, accurately, and ruthlessly, is prone to suspicion, and only acts when completely certain of success. Joined the Holy Sect in the second year of Tian Guang, deemed trustworthy."

Could it be that this Chief Officer of the Guardian Martial Department was actually a messenger of the Huang Tian Sect?

This was too far-fetched.

However, if he were the Chief Officer, sitting in that position would indeed allow him to master the movements of his subordinates and secretly pass on information to Taiping County.

Thinking about it carefully, this possibility couldn't be completely ruled out.

"Lord officers, what's the matter?"

Shen Qing withdrew his thoughts, and with a calm expression said, "Nothing."

"Then, if there's nothing, I'll get busy now."

After speaking, Liu Sangui didn't linger in the room any longer and withdrew.

After sending Liu Sangui off, Shen Qing pondered in the house for a while but still couldn't confirm anything.

After spending about a stick of incense's time there, he pushed the door open and went out alone.

When he walked into the courtyard, he noticed a few faint glances from the houses on either side of the courtyard scanning over him.

Shen Qing looked around and noticed a few rooms with open doors, where clerks in the customary outfits of the Guardian Martial Department were curiously glancing at him.

But they only glanced a few times before withdrawing their gaze, continuing to joke with their subordinates.

There was neither disdain nor adulation, as if they didn't care about Shen Qing.

Shen Qing didn't mind and began to stroll idly around the government office of the Guardian Martial Department, familiarizing himself with the various rooms and departments.

The Guardian Martial Department did not have six main departments, only left a few clerks responsible for handling miscellaneous tasks like documents and archives.

As Shen Qing passed by, he happened to see a clerk of the Guardian Martial Department sorting through the documents.

His thoughts stirred, and he entered unobtrusively, pretending to wander.

Some noticed him and dismissed their presence under the pretense of him being a new clerk familiarizing himself with the department.

Shen Qing's eyes darted around and finally found what he was looking for among a pile of documents—Zheng Yuanqiu's handwriting.

Seizing a moment when others weren't watching, he discreetly picked it up, glanced at it quickly, and then put it back, walking out with his hands behind his back leisurely.

Upon exiting the official room, Shen Qing's expression couldn't help but darken.

Confirmed.

Zheng Yuanqiu's handwriting was identical to that on the letter.

He really was a spy for the Huang Tian Sect!

His superior actually turned out to be a mole of the Huang Tian Sect, indicating how deep the waters were in this Guardian Martial Department.

However, after knowing Zheng Yuanqiu's identity, Shen Qing had no intention of acting rashly.

He had just joined the Guardian Martial Department and hadn't gained a firm foothold; exposing Zheng Yuanqiu's identity would not benefit him at all.

No one would believe it even if he spoke out.

It was better to keep this matter in his heart, stay aware of it, and then act when the time was right.

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Time flew by like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

During this period, Shen Qing had completely adapted to life in the Guardian Martial Department.

He donned the exclusive black beast attire of the Guardian Martial Department, reported for duty, and patroled daily.

Aside from catching a few petty thieves, everything was peaceful.

During this period, Tian Xiaohu and Xiao Zhi also figured out the situation in Yongzhou, and overall the Thirteen Lines had strengths and weaknesses; the strong ones like the Zhou Family reached the emperor's ears.

The weak ones like the Qian Family had unworthy descendants and were constantly causing trouble, showing signs of decline.

The whole situation wasn't as perilous as Wu Sheng had said.

In Xinyi Square, Shen Qing, carrying a heavy bow on his back, a long knife, and an arrow quiver at his waist, walked down the street accompanied by Liu Sangui and four others, looking impressive.

Ordinary people saw him and quickly avoided him, not daring to be disrespectful.

As usual, after patrolling Xinyi Square, it was soon the hour to clock out.

Shen Qing refused Liu Sangui's and others' drinking invitation, rode the Zhuifeng Horse, and left the city before dark, heading into a deserted mountain forest.

With gurgling stream water, far from the clamor.

Shen Qing slid off the horse and patted Zhuifeng, who snorted and lowered its head to wander leisurely in the stream.

Shen Qing skillfully took down the familiar heavy bow and carried the arrow quiver to an open space.

He pulled out a standard arrow, aimed at a rock wall ahead, his eyes becoming exceptionally focused.

The cramped city space was unsuitable for practicing archery.

Now that life had settled down, he found a tranquil and suitable spot in the mountain forest outside the city to train his bow technique daily or practice other martial arts.

Shen Qing drew the bow, aimed, and fired in one smooth motion.

With a muffled thud, stone chips flew as the iron-tipped arrow deeply embedded itself into the rock wall.

Shen Qing remained expressionless, drawing another arrow for repeated practice.

The sound of arrows whistling through the air constantly resounded in the forest.

Not knowing how many times he practiced, when Shen Qing once again wielded the heavy bow, a change flitted through his eyes.

[Skill: Bow Technique (Great Perfection)]

[Progress: 502/500 points]

[Status: Upgradeable]

[Note: Through continuous hard practice, your bow technique has improved once again. Upon further enhancement, you can break through the conventional limits of bow technique and comprehend the Limit breaking Technique of bow technique.]

Finally, it happened.

After countless repetitions of drawing the bow and shooting arrows, Shen Qing finally maxed out the progress of his bow technique, meeting the conditions for another enhancement.

He licked his lips and, without any hesitation, placed his consciousness on the bow technique column, "Upgrade."

When he initiated this thought, the brush-ink text regarding bow technique began to refresh and change.

[Skill: Bow Technique (Break Limit)]

[Progress: 2/600 points]

[Status: Not Upgradeable]

[Note: Heavenly Dao rewards diligence. Each bit of effort brings its harvest. After continuous practice, your bow technique has broken through the limits, comprehending the Limit breaking Technique "Every Arrow Hits the Mark," where every arrow unfailingly hits its target.]

"Every Arrow Hits the Mark?"

Shen Qing looked at the information above, his entire body shuddering involuntarily.

His fully drawn heavy bow could pierce iron and penetrate stone within two hundred paces, tear sinews, and fracture bones within five hundred paces.

If he could achieve "Every Arrow Hits the Mark" even beyond his line of sight, that would indeed be terrifying.

As he thought this, a familiar feeling surged over him again, with countless strange memories flooding in.

Fortunately, after such a long period of tempering, both his physical body and his Divine Sense had become much more solid, and the previous dizziness did not appear again.

Enduring the discomfort, Shen Qing slowly digested the memories in his mind.

After a stick of incense's time, he opened his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to have an epiphany, suddenly sensing an indescribable harmony between himself and the bow, as though the bow had become a part of his body, operating seamlessly at his will.

Shen Qing's gaze shifted slightly, activating the "sharp eyesight" skill, discovering a wild mountain goat five hundred paces away.

He nocked an arrow on the string without any hesitation or aiming preparation.

Almost like eating or breathing, he instinctively released an arrow.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow flew off the string accompanied by a sharp whistle, transforming into a dark light, piercing through the void straight toward the mountain goat five hundred paces away.

"Snap!"

While the goat lowered its head to graze, unprepared, the arrow arrived in an instant, precisely piercing its heart, with enough force to knock it to the ground.

In the distance, the night fell, with the last trace of sunset on the horizon gradually devoured by the greedy night.

Shen Qing dashed over, looking at the dying goat at his feet with a smile, "Tonight, I can feast."

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