Who are you waiting for? Do you want to wait at my hundred-household office?

Shen Qing sliced through the bloody sword energy with a single strike, then looked coldly at Wang Xiu.

"Hey, what stray dog are you? Causing trouble on my turf and trying to kill someone?"

Wang Xiu saw the silver Flying Fish Robe on Shen Qing, but he remained arrogant.

"Kill someone? You look like a filthy beggar, so what if I kill you?"

"How much is a human life worth?"

The laborer behind Shen Qing lowered his head silently upon hearing this.

The next moment, the blade in Shen Qing's hand moved. In an instant, four incredibly powerful blade lights appeared in the air and swiftly slashed towards Wang Xiu.

Su Jiudie and the Yellow Sand Gang members' eyes widened. They couldn't even react to when Shen Qing had drawn his blade.

Before they could even see the full extent of the blade lights, they heard the crisp sound of flesh and bone being cut apart.

Blood splattered. Wang Xiu's limbs were neatly severed. His mouth was wide open, spewing blood foam.

Shen Qing walked forward, his expression exceptionally calm, as if he had just cut down a stray dog.

He lifted his foot and stomped on Wang Xiu's face. "What? Are the lives of cattle and horses not lives?"

"I'm tired from a day's work, and I have to be cut by you at night?"

"Heh heh..." Blood continuously poured from Wang Xiu's mouth. His condition was dire, but the arrogant expression on his face was finally gone.

He was scared. He was afraid of Shen Qing, and afraid of dying.

"I was wrong... I know I was wrong... I don't want to die..."

"I'll pay money... Don't kill me..."

Wang Xiu's voice even carried a hint of a sob. He used to be the one deciding others' fates, but today he was the one facing death.

"Hahaha." Shen Qing laughed, an exceptionally hearty laugh, as if he were joking with an old friend.

"You say you'll definitely pay, but I'm taking your life as well."

With that, a long saber pierced directly through Wang Xiu's heart. Then, with a gentle kick, he tossed Wang Xiu's money pouch to the laborer.

"Fang Ming, find some people to take this corpse back and hang it at the entrance of the Hundred Households Office."

Fang Ming quickly called two Colonels, having them take the corpse and severed limbs back to the Hundred Households Office.

Then, Shen Qing looked at the Yellow Sand Gang disciples trembling by the side.

When a few disciples met Shen Qing's gaze, they felt as if they had seen a monstrous beast. Their legs went weak, and they immediately knelt on the ground.

"Esteemed sir, it was this Wang Xiu who attacked us. We were merely... defending ourselves."

Shen Qing waved his hand.

"Take these few back too."

Shen Qing's gaze moved away, and the few disciples felt a wave of relief. In the short time it took for him to speak two sentences, their backs were completely drenched in sweat.

They scrambled towards Fang Ming, cooperating readily as the Colonels bound them with chains.

Now, they had only one thought: to escape Shen Qing's sight.

Shen Qing then approached Su Jiudie. Su Jiudie was currently kneeling on the ground, holding Zong Fang in her arms. Her white dress was completely stained red with blood. Her eyes were red as she looked at Shen Qing, her voice trembling.

"Esteemed sir, I was trying to stop this Wang Xiu just now."

Shen Qing didn't speak. He looked at Zong Fang.

Zong Fang was barely breathing, but the fatal wound wasn't the one in his abdomen.

For a Houtian Realm martial artist, a bloody hole in the abdomen was like a broken bone for an ordinary person – painful but not fatal.

What was truly fatal was Wang Xiu's bloody sword energy. Zong Fang's Internal Energy was no match for Wang Xiu's, so this sword energy was wreaking havoc within his body.

And Zong Fang's Internal Energy was like an incompetent husband, unable to protect anything.

Shen Qing bent down slightly, placing his fingers on the back of Zong Fang's neck and channeling a powerful True Qi into his body.

The tables had turned.

The bloody sword energy suddenly became like a wronged young girl, easily manipulated by Shen Qing's powerful True Qi.

It was squeezed into human form, then squeezed into human form again.

Before long, the bloody sword energy was crushed.

After confirming it was safe, Shen Qing straightened up.

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"It's alright, he won't die."

The next moment, the lying Zong Fang coughed out two mouthfuls of blood.

His brows twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Su Jiudie, crying her eyes out.

Zong Fang managed a weak smile and said feebly, "Junior sister... I think I just saw my great-great-grandmother."

Su Jiudie let out a giggle, but quickly composed herself.

It was Shen Qing who had saved her senior brother; she hadn't even thanked him yet. She quickly looked up.

But Shen Qing was nowhere to be seen.

Changshui Street.

Elder Jin Ji of the Yellow Sand Gang held a three-foot long sword and looked at a dilapidated small house before him, saying indifferently.

"Sun Qian, hand over the cultivation method, and I'll spare your life."

A long time passed without a response after his words fell. The men guarding the house exchanged glances and slowly approached the hut.

The next moment, several hidden weapons shot out fiercely, heading straight for their faces.

This crude sneak attack couldn't break through their defenses. The men swatted away the projectiles and rushed towards the house.

Just as they neared the house, a muffled sound was heard, and thick smoke billowed out, covering several surrounding houses as well.

The next moment, a somewhat hoarse voice rang out, accompanied by a sinister laugh: "You want it? Then I'll give it to you."

With that, three sheets of paper shimmering with a faint golden light flew out from the smoke, landing precisely in the hands of three people.

But there were a total of six people present, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The three who received the golden paper tightened their grip on their weapons.

Jin Ji glanced at the paper in his hand, his expression changing slightly.

"Don't fall for it, everyone, this scripture is fake!"

"What!"

The other two who had received the scripture quickly checked. At this critical juncture, a dark figure burst out from the smoke – it was the rogue cultivator Sun Qian.

Simultaneously, Elder Peng Chun of the Black Water Gang also attacked with his sword, but his target was not Sun Qian, but Elder Jin Ji of the Yellow Sand Gang.

Jin Ji casually swung his sword to block.

"Peng Chun, you idiot, what are you doing!"

Peng Chun sneered.

"What's real or fake, I think it's real. Give it here."

"Idiot!" Jin Ji berated him, flicked his finger, and tossed the paper to Peng Chun before drawing his sword to pursue Sun Qian.

But in the blink of an eye, Sun Qian had already slipped through Peng Chun's opening and vanished without a trace.

Jin Ji's expression turned extremely ugly. He looked back at Peng Chun, his eyes full of rage.

"Well done, Black Water Gang, useless for success and only good for failure!"

Peng Chun didn't speak, merely lowered his head and silently looked at the paper in his hand.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Sun Qian quickly moved through Changshui Street. He took off his outer robe, grabbed a gray cloth shirt from a nearby clothesline, and put it on.

At the same time, he casually scooped up some yellow mud from the ground and smeared it on himself, disguising himself as a destitute beggar.

He then arrived at a narrow alley and sat down against the wall.

He seemed to be waiting for someone.

After a long while, a slight movement sounded from the street corner. Sun Qian turned his head, his pupils widening slightly. He saw a figure in silver robes appear at the corner.

A faint killing intent flickered in Sun Qian's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, lowered his head, and waited for Shen Qing to pass through the street.

Shen Qing's footsteps were swift. In just a few breaths, he had crossed the street. To be safe, Sun Qian didn't even lift his head. After a while, when Shen Qing's footsteps had completely faded, he slowly looked up.

But when he looked up... Sun Qian was so startled he almost fainted.

Shen Qing was standing in front of him at some unknown time, bending down with a smiling face looking at him.

Shen Qing's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, but to Sun Qian, it sounded no different from the voice of the King of Hell.

"Who are you waiting for? Want to wait at my Hundred Households Office?"