Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

The demons went mad, each resembling a beast.

The Weasel Demon lay prostrate on the ground, took a deep breath, puffed up its cheeks, and blew fiercely.

Instantly, a violent wind arose, and yellow sand filled the sky.

A tornado swept towards Shen Qing, engulfing him in its embrace.

Within the tornado, Shen Qing felt the sharpness of the wind. The sharp sand struck his skin, crackling loudly, and sparks even flew from many spots.

Had an ordinary person been present, they would certainly have been flayed open, if not reduced to a skeleton.

"Ha ha ha, once caught in my yellow wind, death is certain, even copper skin and iron bones would turn into a pile of scrap."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Shen Qing's calm voice came from within the tornado.

The next moment, a dazzling golden light, like the sun, slowly rose.

A supreme golden seal formed.

Boom!

Golden ripples spread out.

The tornado was dispersed with a single surge.

The Weasel Demon hadn't even had time to react before the golden seal appeared above its head and pressed down.

"Ah!" The Weasel Demon screamed.

The golden seal merged with the earth.

The Weasel Demon's voice came to an abrupt halt.

Its life force was completely extinguished by the Six Paths Reincarnation Seal, dying without leaving a trace.

The other demons, upon seeing this, were terrified and attempted to flee.

"Leaving now? Too late! Better to accept fate!"

Shen Qing's voice was bone-chilling, making the demons shudder without being cold.

With a flash, he suddenly held a treasure bow in his hands.

Shen Qing's arms strained, and the bow was drawn fully.

One after another, arrows made of condensed spiritual power shot out relentlessly from the bow.

The arrows arrived in an instant, the fleeing demons were struck and shattered.

The valley echoed with the screams of demons and the sound of Shen Qing's arrows.

The scene was chaotic.

In just a moment, no living demon could be seen in the valley; all were killed by him.

The valley was filled with the thick scent of blood.

The noon sun still could not disperse it.

Shen Qing walked on, his eyes cold and icy.

Corpses littered the valley; demon bodies and human bones.

Each step he took made a dull sound.

Shen Qing surveyed his surroundings and saw chaos everywhere, with many human bones scattered in the depths.

He noticed fresh bloodstains and vascular patterns on these bones, many of which showed signs of being gnawed, clearly they had not long been dead.

The skeletons were all small, revealing that these individuals were young before they died.

A hard-to-describe anger flashed in Shen Qing's eyes.

These demons, feeding on humans, especially children, were truly detestable.

Even the usually steady Shen Qing felt a wave of unrest within him.

Shen Qing closed his eyes, refusing to look further.

He spread out his Divine Sense to search for the remains of the demons.

Moments later, Shen Qing opened his eyes, having determined his course.

He moved swiftly, his figure darting through the valley.

Before long, his hands were filled with all manner of precious spiritual medicines, each emitting a faint glow.

These demons were all born in a land rich with Spiritual Energy, possessing many precious medicines.

Now, they had all fallen into his hands. Stay connected with My Virtual Library Empire

Not only that, but Shen Qing also conveniently took out the Demon Cores of those slain demons one by one.

These Demon Cores, round and crystalline, glowing with a strange light within, were greatly beneficial to martial masters like them.

After examining his gains carefully, Shen Qing found himself in possession of as many as thirteen Demon Cores and over twenty different precious medicine plants—a substantial bounty.

Having taken care of this, Shen Qing grabbed the Weasel Demon and several intact demon corpses, soared into the air, and turned into a trail of Rainbow Light, descending toward Shangao Village.

Inside Shangao Village,

Most of the villagers had gathered at the village chief's home, the noise was deafening, and the atmosphere was chaotic.

"The village chief, it's getting late, and that person hasn't returned. What if he never comes back? When Huang Daxian seeks blame, what shall we do then?"

"Indeed, Huang Daxian knows Immortal Law, if it comes here, our entire village will be doomed."

"..."

While everyone was discussing, Niuniu loudly voiced her dissent, "Nonsense! Big brother won't abandon us!"

The other villagers glanced at the little girl but did not take her words seriously.

Seeing this, the little girl's face turned red with urgency.

"Village chief, won't you say something?"

Someone urged the village chief, who was puffing away at his pipe.

The village chief blew out a puff of smoke and said, "No rush, let's wait a little longer."

"Wait more? If we wait any longer, disaster might befall us!"

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened as if a huge cloud had covered the sun.

The villagers looked up to see several dark shadows descending from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground.

A billow of dust rose, revealing the gigantic head of a Weasel.

The villagers were scared out of their wits.

"Ah, no good, Huang Daxian is in the village!"

Upon hearing this, the villagers became frantically panicked, running around like headless flies.

Even the usually composed village chief stood up in fear, shuddering, considering to flee.

"Big brother!"

The little girl suddenly cried out, calling out excitedly.

Following her shout, the other villagers looked and saw Shen Qing, with his upper body bare, stepping out from behind Huang Daxian.

All the villagers were stunned.

With all eyes on him, Shen Qing walked slowly to the little girl and, touching the top of her head, he said, "Today, tomorrow, and the days thereafter, you won't have to die."

The little girl was confused, not grasping the deeper meaning of Shen Qing's words.

Chen Gouzi, standing behind her, immediately understood and fell to his knees with a thud, expressing his gratitude, "Thank you, Lord, for your great kindness. I have no way to repay you, except to serve as your ox or horse in my next life."

With a casual lift of his hand, Shen Qing raised Chen Gouzi as if an invisible force had gently lifted him.

"Live this life well. Whether there's a next life is another matter," Shen Qing said indifferently.

The village chief squeezed through the crowd to approach Shen Qing, choking back his saliva, he asked in astonishment, "Lord, is Huang Daxian dead?"

Shen Qing smiled and said, "It's lying right in front of you."

The village chief gasped.

The braver villagers went forward to look and saw the Weasel Demon, the size of a man, and gasped in shock.

Someone shouted, "It's dead, it's dead! The beast is truly dead!"

Instantly, the villagers burst into cheers and swarmed over to examine the demon corpse.

Shen Qing told the village chief, "Find a clean place, don't disturb me, I need to rest."

The village chief excitedly called out, "Sanlengzi, your house is the cleanest. Stay at your brother's for a few days and let Lord Shen use it!"

The named Sanlengzi happily responded, "Alright, alright, I'll take my old woman out right away."

With that, he ran off, his face brimming with a smile, as if he had done something immensely honorable.