Chapter 181: It's obviously Shen Qing; who else could it be?

Shen Qing flicked his long blade, glanced at Wu Xun's corpse.

I didn't expect this old thing to also drop a trait for Shen Qing, and now we can synthesize a colorful trait.

It looks like a leg-technique trait, although Shen Qing rarely uses leg techniques in combat.

But there is a saying Shen Qing has always kept in mind.

You may not need to use it, but you cannot be without it.

But now is not the time to fuse; Shen Qing sheathed his blade, turned his head, and walked toward the depths of the Wen Prince's Manor.

There, there was still a Primordial Elixir Realm aura that had not joined the battle; it was very young, presumably belonging to Wen Prince Wei Ting.

Wen Prince's Manor, the Treasure Vault.

Those who have entered the Wen Prince's Manor say it is lavishly built, but they don't know that its Treasure Vault is even more extravagant.

The Wen Prince's Manor Treasure Vault reaches a height of nine point three meters and covers an area of several mu.

Inside the Treasure Vault there are nine pillars, entirely cast of gold.

At this moment, the Treasure Vault is experiencing its liveliest day since its completion.

Dozens of people rushed into the Treasure Vault; whether guards or members of the Wei family in the manor, they frantically stuffed jewels and bank notes into their own pockets.

Just then, an angry roar sounded: "What are you doing?!"

It was Wen Prince Wei Ting, who glared angrily at the crowd in the Treasure Vault.

Yes, Wei Ting did not choose to flee immediately; instead he came to the Treasure Vault to guard his money.

One of the Wei family members said: "Cousin, with so much wealth you can't carry it all away; if each of us takes a little, it won't matter."

Wei Ting gritted his teeth, thrust out a palm, and blasted the speaker directly into a mist of blood.

"Get out! This is my wealth! Don't even think of moving!"

Immediately, Wei Ting's eyes reddened, he drew the sword at his waist, and slaughtered those looting the treasure.

Whether it was his sister, his aunt, or his uncle, Wei Ting raised his hand and struck with a sword.

Even though Wei Ting is a Primordial Elixir Realm cultivator, even if harmed by drink and lust, he remains a Primordial Elixir Realm cultivator.

In just a few breaths, the people inside the Treasure Vault were all slain by Wei Ting.

Wei Ting also let out a manic laugh: "It's all mine! It's all mine!"

At that moment, a round of applause sounded.

"Interesting, the Embroidered Uniform Guard have already killed their way to the gate, yet you still don't flee and are here grabbing money?"

"Is it that you value money too highly, or that you regard the Embroidered Uniform Guard too lightly?"

Wei Ting abruptly turned his body, his gaze meeting Shen Qing's.

"You... you... how are you here?"

"What about Wu Xun?"

Shen Qing walked toward Wei Ting, looking at him with an expression of pity for the mentally deficient.

"Can you ask something substantive? I'm standing here; tell me what happened to that old thing."

Wei Ting shook his head and roared: "Impossible!"

"You're shouting nonsense."

Shen Qing slapped his palm directly onto Wei Ting's face.

The frenzy in Wei Ting's eyes faded a bit; it had been many years since anyone struck him, and he had long forgotten what pain felt like.

At this moment, the pain felt so real, and Wei Ting's gaze cleared.

He now realized that Wu Xun had spoken the truth: the Embroidered Uniform Guard had come to kill him.

He collapsed onto the gold, Wei Ting's hand grabbed some gold, steadying his heart a little; he lifted a pile of gold and looked pleadingly at Shen Qing.

"Shen Qing, spare me; let's split this money fifty-fifty."

Shen Qing raised his hand and patted Wei Ting's face: "The Wen Prince's Manor truly has no one left; how did they choose someone as mentally deficient as you to be the Wen Prince?"

"Moreover, have you misunderstood something? If I kill you, this money belongs to the Embroidered Uniform Guard; why would I still split it with you?"

Wei Ting's face turned completely stiff.

Suddenly he recalled what Wu Xun had told him: no matter what crime a One-Word King commits, anyone who kills one must first obtain imperial approval.

He shouted: "Shen Qing, you can't kill me! I am the Wen Prince! You must obtain imperial approval before killing me, otherwise it's against the rules!"

Shen Qing smiled: "You're right; actions must indeed follow the rules."

Just then, Ma Qing also walked in from outside, still carrying some uncleaned flesh fragments; it was obvious that the Primordial Elixir Realm cultivators of the Wen Prince's Manor had already been slaughtered by them.

Shen Qing waved his hand: "Ma Qing, your timing is perfect; did you bring paper and pen?"

Ma Qing stared for a moment, then immediately pulled from his bosom the carried Register of Impermanence and a pen.

"Write this now: the Embroidered Uniform Guard will exterminate the Wen Prince's Manor."

Although Ma Qing didn't understand why, he nevertheless complied, quickly writing the content and then handing it to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing took the paper and pen, quickly writing his name on it.

Wei Ting began to tremble, recalling something else.

When Wu Xun spoke with him about needing imperial edict to kill a One-Word King, he also added a few more remarks.

In the Great Wu dynasty, there is another family that also holds the authority to behead a One-Word King: the Shen Clan.

As long as the Shen Clan agrees, the One-Word King must die!

However, for a thousand years the Shen Clan has never actually used this authority.

Shen Qing tore out the Register of Impermanence, aimed it at Wei Ting, and saw clearly written on the paper the two characters 'Shen Qing'.

Shen Qing looked at Wei Ting with a smiling, narrowed gaze.

"The note Ma Qing wrote, my signature."

Do you still have any questions?

Wei Ting trembled all over.

Shen Qing, let me go just once, I'll make money for you, I'll make a lot of money for you.

With a slap.

Shen Qing struck with one palm, sending Wei Ting's head flying, smashing into and collapsing a gold mountain in the middle of the treasure vault.

Just die already, why so much talk?

Shen Qing threw the Register of Life and Death back to Ma Qing.

Within two hours, clear out the Prince Wen's Mansion.

At the same time.

The border of Qingzhou.

A monk in simple robes walked from the north, his expression calm, his eyes like an ancient well without ripples, as still as a blank sheet of paper.

He wore no shoes, yet his feet were pure white; wherever he stepped, the deep snow melted away.

He arrived at a village, stopped, slowly extended his hand, and caught a squirrel that had fallen because it couldn't keep its balance.

The squirrel affectionately rubbed against his face, then ran back up the tree.

At that moment, a man stepped out and said, "Venerable master, you're here to beg for alms, right?"

The monk shook his head: "I don't beg for alms, sir, could you answer a question for me?"

What is good, what is evil? Does killing count as evil? Does an evil person laying down his butcher's knife count as good?

The man scratched his head: "I don't know, I'm just a farmer; you should ask someone else."

The monk nodded, walked toward the village, and asked everyone he met.

Those with good tempers sat down with the monk to discuss, but they could not reach any conclusion, ending in nothing.

Of course, where there are good tempers, there are also bad tempers, who immediately shouted angrily.

Why are you asking me? I don't kill people; go ask those who kill a lot!

Then who kills the most?

The man shouted loudly.

Naturally, it's Shen Qing of the Embroidered Uniform Guard of Tianxing City.

Could it be me?