Chapter 146: Such a Weak God

Passing Lin Ke's corpse, Shen Qing looked toward Lin Wanyu.

Lin Wanyu's face was pale, his mouth opening as he wanted to make excuses.

But before he could speak, Shen Qing pointed a finger, directly piercing Lin Wanyu's qi sea, then casually tossed him to Xu Fei.

"Handle him as you see fit—kill or dismember, it's up to you."

Xu Fei's tears were about to spill as he looked at Shen Qing and bowed deeply.

"Xu Fei thanks you, Lord Shen!"

Speaking, he turned his head to look at Lin Wanyu on the ground, his teeth nearly grinding to pieces.

"Lin Wanyu! Do you still remember my sister?"

Lin Wanyu opened his mouth to say something, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall who Xu Fei's sister was—over the years he had harmed too many people.

Shen Qing also couldn't be bothered with others' personal grudges, waving his hand.

"Attack—chop them all into minced meat."

As the words fell, the surrounding Embroidered Uniform Guard showed not the slightest hesitation, all charging at the remaining Lin family members. With Lin Ke and Lin Wanyu, two peak grandmasters, gone, the rest were basically no different from tofu blocks.

Shen Qing walked through the hellish scene and entered the Lin family ancestral hall.

The Lin family lineage spanned nearly four hundred years, and the spirit tablets here totaled dozens.

By seniority, the highest was a tablet named Lin Ruhai.

"Lin Ruhai? So you are his descendant."

Shen Qing had heard the name Lin Ruhai—he was a famed general who resisted the Wokou. Four hundred years ago, when the Wokou invaded, Lin Ruhai led troops to defend the coast, buying time for civilians to evacuate and for military reinforcements, thus earning some status for the Lin family.

But not long after, Lin Ruhai died—he single-handedly held off four Wokou grandmasters to shield civilians, ultimately killing three and severely wounding one.

Shen Qing looked at the tablet and smiled: "General Lin, will you regret leaving behind such a brood of descendants?"

After speaking, Shen Qing flicked his finger, and several sword lights flashed, chopping all the tablets on the table into fragments—except for Lin Ruhai's tablet, which remained intact.

Shen Qing turned and walked out of the ancestral hall. At that moment, a garrison commander shouted: "What is that?"

Only then did a figure shoot up from a lake in the Lin manor, soaring straight into the clouds—clearly, it was the Lin family's Nascent Soul elder patriarch, Lin Kong.

But he had barely left the ground when a shadow flickered in the clouds above, and Bai Yun swiftly followed.

Shen Qing gave a cold smile.

"Truly rotten to the bone."

"His own descendants killed, hiding in the lake to watch the show."

"Now he's outright fleeing?"

"But can you actually escape?"

In the next instant, Shen Qing shot straight up into the sky, a golden streak of light slicing through the air as he pursued Lin Kong's escape route at a far more terrifying speed.

Ahead in the sky, Lin Kong ran while glancing backward at the heavens.

"Are you Bai Yun, the beast king of Bai Lu Ze?"

"Can't you just stop chasing?"

Bai Yun said nothing, simply following without haste or delay.

Lin Kong actually came to a stop, turning his head and gripping the knife at his waist, glaring at Bai Yun.

He was a swordsman; speed was not his strength. If he kept running, he could never outpace Bai Yun—he would eventually be caught.

Lin Kong looked at Bai Yun: "Bai Yun, don't blame me."

"I learned the sword before I learned to walk."

"Do you, Bai Yun, have confidence in stopping me? I see Shen Qing hasn't caught up yet—why don't we each take a step back?"

At that moment, a mocking laugh echoed from the sky behind them.

"You old coward—your words are big, but your courage is small."

Lin Kong's pupils shrank sharply as he spun around, only to see Shen Qing standing calmly behind him.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead—when had Shen Qing gotten behind him? How had he made no sound at all?

Lin Kong took a deep breath, gripped his blade tightly, and saw a black speck in the distance hurtling forward at extreme speed—the black eagle. He knew he couldn't wait any longer; fighting three at once offered no chance of victory.

Lin Kong turned to look at Bai Yun, gripped his blade tightly, took a deep breath, and transformed into a streak of dark gray light, swiftly slashing at Bai Yun.

Bai Yun's body flickered with blue ghostly light as he swiped a claw at Lin Kong.

But just then, Lin Kong let out a low cry: "Yan Fan!"

His whole body swiftly reversed direction, his sword intent surging sharply—this was his ultimate technique, Yan Fan, through which he had killed many in secret.

In midair, his face twisted ferociously as he swung his blade rapidly at Shen Qing.

"Shen Qing, you couldn't have predicted this strike, could you? Your speed is incredible, your breakthrough rapid—you are indeed formidable, but when it comes to swordsmanship, seeing me is like seeing a god!"

Lin Kong had heard of Shen Qing's reputation and naturally knew his identity, but he refused to believe Shen Qing was truly as formidable as the outside world claimed.

He trusted his own judgment more.

How could anyone possess such blinding speed, such rapid breakthrough, and still have formidable swordsmanship?

It's impossible for such a person to exist—moreover, swordsmanship is an art that relies on time and experience accumulation; his Yan Fan technique was forged through a hundred years of accumulation.

But in the next instant, Shen Qing moved—Chixiao sprang from its sheath, and his invincible Yan Fan was almost instantly shattered by Shen Qing's attack.

Immediately, several red lights flashed in the air, precisely striking him—his arms were instantly severed into eighteen segments.

Lin Kong struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

Only then did Shen Qing sheathe his blade and sneer.

"Such a weak god."

Lin Kong's eyes glazed: "Why is your sword so fast? How is this possible..."

"Shut up and die—what does a corpse need to know so much for?"

After saying that, Shen Qing directly swept his palm across, and a fierce blade light erupted, cutting Lin Kong into pieces.

From then on, the Lin family's Yuan Dan realm cultivator perished, and the Lin family was completely destroyed.

The news of the Lin family's destruction spread across Qingzhou at a terrifying speed in an instant.

At the same time, Shen Qing's reputation was fully established in Qingzhou in one battle.

Everyone knew that Qingzhou had a new commander-in-chief, and on his first day in office, before he even entered the gate of the Embroidered Uniform Guard Guard, he had wiped out an entire clan.

In the palace, the old eunuch clutched a secret letter in his hand, his face full of anxiety, muttering constantly.

"Stupid, stupid, he's only been in Qingzhou for less than a day, and he's already wiped out the Lin family, killed a Grand Minister of the Dali Temple plus a Embroidered Uniform Guard Guard Commander—how many more people will die in the days to come?"

As the old eunuch spoke, he had already arrived before the imperial garden, but was stopped by a palace maid before he could enter.

"Eunuch Zheng, the Emperor is in seclusion and does not receive visitors."

The old eunuch's face turned anxious: "In seclusion? What a coincidence?"

"When will the Emperor come out of seclusion?"

The palace maid shook her head: "This is not something you and I should concern ourselves with."

"But if the Emperor comes out of seclusion, I will come to inform you."

He had heard this before—Empress Zhu Lingyue, as the female emperor, possesses considerable cultivation, and seclusion is common for her; however, due to her busy daily affairs, if her seclusion is short, she usually informs the gate guards, but if it is long, she does not say anything.

Thinking of this, the old eunuch's face turned pale.

This is truly stupid.

With such a long seclusion, how many people can Shen Qing kill?