Who Are You Waiting For? Want to Wait at My Hundred Households Office?

Shen Qing blew apart the blood-red Sword Qi with a single slash, then looked coldly at Wang Xiu.

"Hey, where did this stray dog come from? Causing trouble on my turf, and you still want to kill someone?"

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

"Kill someone? Filthy and grimy, he looked like nothing more than a stinking beggar. So what if I killed him?"

"How much could one life possibly be worth?"

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

The next instant, the blade in Shen Qing's hand moved. In the blink of an eye, four incomparably domineering flashes of blade light appeared in the air and swiftly slashed toward Wang Xiu.

Su Jiudie and the Yellow Sand Gang members all widened their eyes. None of them had even been able to react to when Shen Qing had drawn his blade.

Before they could even clearly see the full shape of the blade light, they heard the crisp sound of flesh and bone being severed.

Blood sprayed everywhere. Wang Xiu's limbs were cleanly cut off, his mouth hanging wide open as he continuously spat out bloody foam.

Shen Qing walked forward with an exceedingly calm expression, as though he had truly just cut down a stray dog.

He raised his foot and planted it on Wang Xiu's face. "What? The lives of oxen and horses don't count as lives?"

"After working all day, he still had to get chopped up by you at night?"

"Hack, hack..." Blood kept gushing from Wang Xiu's mouth. He was in a miserable state, but the arrogance had finally vanished from his face.

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

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

"I'm willing to pay... Don't kill me..."

There was even a trace of sobbing in Wang Xiu's voice. He had always been the one who decided whether others lived or died, yet today, it was his own turn to die.

"Hahaha." Shen Qing laughed, bright and hearty, as though he were merely joking with an old friend.

"Listen to you. You'll definitely be paying up, but your life? I'm taking that too."

With that, a long blade pierced straight through Wang Xiu's heart. Shen Qing then lightly kicked the money pouch at Wang Xiu's waist over to the laborer.

"Fang Ming, find someone to haul this corpse back and hang it at the entrance to the Hundred Households Office."

Fang Ming hurriedly called over two constables and had them drag Wang Xiu's corpse, along with his severed limbs, back to the Hundred Households Office.

Shen Qing then looked at the Yellow Sand Gang disciples trembling beside him.

When several disciples met Shen Qing's gaze, it was as though they had seen a flood beast or savage monster. Their legs gave out, and they dropped straight to their knees.

"My lord, Wang Xiu was the one who attacked us. We were only... defending ourselves."

Shen Qing waved his hand.

"Take these ones back too."

The moment Shen Qing's gaze shifted away, the men felt as if a huge burden had been lifted. In the span of only a few sentences, their backs had already been completely soaked with sweat.

They scrambled and crawled toward Fang Ming, extremely cooperatively allowing the constables to bind them with iron chains.

At that moment, they had only one thought: escape Shen Qing's sight.

Shen Qing walked over to Su Jiudie. She was kneeling on the ground, still holding Zong Fang in her arms. Her white dress had been completely dyed red with blood. Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked at Shen Qing, and even her voice trembled.

"My lord, I was trying to stop Wang Xiu just now."

Shen Qing said nothing and looked at Zong Fang.

By then, Zong Fang was taking in more air than he breathed out, but the wound in his abdomen was not the fatal one.

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

What was truly fatal was Wang Xiu's blood-red Sword Qi. Zong Fang's internal force was weaker than Wang Xiu's, so that strand of Sword Qi was wreaking havoc inside his body.

Zong Fang's internal force, meanwhile, was like a useless husband, unable to protect anything at all.

Shen Qing bent slightly, pressed his fingers to the back of Zong Fang's neck, and sent a strand of domineering true qi into his body.

With that, offense and defense switched places.

That strand of blood-red Sword Qi instantly became like an aggrieved little girl, freely kneaded and molded by Shen Qing's domineering true qi.

One moment it was kneaded into a human shape, the next moment it was kneaded into another human shape.

Before long, the blood-red Sword Qi was crushed apart.

After confirming there were no issues, Shen Qing straightened up.

"He'll be fine. He won't die."

The next moment, Zong Fang, who had been lying down, suddenly coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.

His brows twitched faintly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Su Jiudie, crying like pear blossoms drenched in rain.

Zong Fang forced out a smile and said weakly, "Junior Sister... I think I just saw my great-grandmother."

Su Jiudie let out a snort of laughter, then quickly came to her senses.

Shen Qing had saved her senior brother, and she had yet to thank him. She hurriedly raised her head.

But where was Shen Qing's figure anywhere around them?

Changshui Street.

Elder Jin Ji of the Yellow Sand Gang held a three-foot sword and calmly looked at the dilapidated little house before him.

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

Long after his words fell, there was still no response. The few people guarding outside the house exchanged glances and slowly approached it.

In the next instant, several concealed weapons shot out viciously, flying toward their faces.

Such a crude ambush could not possibly break through their defenses. After knocking aside the concealed weapons, they pounced toward the house.

Yet the moment they approached, a muffled bang sounded, and thick smoke spread out, shrouding several nearby houses as well.

The next instant, a somewhat hoarse voice rang out, accompanied by sinister laughter. "You want it, don't you? Then I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, three sheets of paper glowing with faint golden light flew out from the smoke and landed precisely in the hands of three men.

But there were six people present in total, and the atmosphere immediately became subtle.

The three men who had received the golden pages also tightened their grips on their weapons.

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

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

"What?!"

The other two who had received the scripture hurriedly examined it. At that very moment, a black shadow burst from the smoke—it was the Rogue Cultivator Sun Qian.

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

Jin Ji casually swung his sword and blocked him.

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

Peng Chun gave a cold laugh.

"Fake or real, who cares? I say it's real. Hand it over."

"Idiot!" Jin Ji roared. With a flick of his finger, he tossed the paper to Peng Chun, then raised his sword to pursue Sun Qian.

But in that blink of an eye, Sun Qian had already dashed through the gap Peng Chun created and vanished without a trace.

Jin Ji's expression became incomparably ugly. He turned to Peng Chun, his eyes blazing with rage.

"What a Black Water Gang—useless at success, more than capable of ruining things!"

Peng Chun said nothing, merely lowering his head to silently look at the paper in his hand.

Meanwhile, Sun Qian swiftly crossed Changshui Street, stripped off his robe, casually tore a gray cloth garment from a clothesline nearby, and put it on.

He then scooped up some yellow mud from the ground and smeared it over himself, dressing himself up as a down-and-out beggar.

Afterward, he came to a narrow alley and sat down against the wall.

He seemed to be waiting for someone.

After a long while, a faint sound came from the street corner. Sun Qian turned his head to look, his pupils widening slightly as a silver-robed figure appeared around the corner.

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

Shen Qing walked quickly and crossed the street in just a few breaths. To be safe, Sun Qian did not even lift his head. Only after Shen Qing's footsteps had completely faded for quite some time did he slowly look up.

But the moment he raised his head, Sun Qian was so frightened he nearly passed out.

Shen Qing had somehow already appeared before him, bent at the waist with his head lowered, smiling at him.

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

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