Chapter 196

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow—did he just trigger a trait?

Flesh and Blood Fusion (Gold): Special trait, allows your body refinement technique to perfectly merge.

Better than nothing.

Consumes one trait upgrade opportunity.

Flesh and Blood Fusion (Gold) upgraded to: Perfect Fusion (Red)

Perfect Fusion (Red): Body refinement technique perfectly merged, achieving an effect where one plus one is greater than two.

Shen Qing waved his hand, and the black mist dispersed.

Meanwhile, the battle sounds on the other two sides were gradually fading, as if the fights were about to end.

Not long after, Wu Nian approached, holding a man with red wings in his hand—this man was the Third Hall Master of the Transcendence Palace.

At this moment, Wu Nian's eyes were firm, his body stained with blood, resembling an angry-eyed Vajra.

He threw the Third Hall Master in front of Shen Qing, then clasped his hands together and softly recited a phrase.

"Amitabha."

The Third Hall Master grabbed Shen Qing's pant leg: "I am willing to submit! I am willing to submit! Spare my life."

The next moment, his voice cut off abruptly—Shen Qing plunged one hand straight into the Third Hall Master's skull, then exerted slight force, pulling out the spine along with it.

A few gusts of wind sounded— the battle on Bai Yun's side also ended, as Ma Qing landed before Shen Qing, holding a corpse.

This is the Fourth Hall Master of the Transcendence Palace.

Now it's complete— all four Hall Masters are dead, none left.

Shen Qing looked at Bai Yun: "Bai Yun, go to Tianxing City and notify the people from Tiangong Workshop and Shenyao Pavilion to come take over here—see if any of these people can still be saved."

"Yes!"

Bai Yun nodded in agreement, turned, and flew toward the horizon.

Shen Qing then looked at Ma Qing and the others: "You guys quickly search—see if there are any stragglers left."

The few people quickly scattered.

Wu Nian looked at the corpses on the ground, sighed, and began chanting the Rebirth Mantra.

At this moment, only the werewolf sat on the ground, silent.

Shen Qing walked to his side.

"No joy from avenging a great grudge?"

The werewolf shook his head.

"Then you must be remembering something?"

The werewolf nodded.

Immediately afterward, he wrote a few characters on the ground.

"Lord Shen, could you help me deliver this hairpin to someone?"

Saying so, the werewolf handed Shen Qing a jade-green hairpin, and in Shen Qing's palm, wrote a name.

Shen Qing looked at the werewolf: "And what about you?"

The werewolf sighed, then wrote on the ground.

"I feel that these past few days are the end of my life—I am a failed product of their god-making project, with little lifespan left."

"Thank you, Lord Shen, for giving me the chance to take revenge with my own hands."

After that, the werewolf wrote no more.

At this moment, Ma Qing and the others came running over.

"Lord Shen! I found no stragglers, but I did discover something important."

Saying so, he handed Shen Qing a file.

One of them was precisely the so-called god-making project.

Shen Qing glanced at it a few times, then casually tore it into pieces.

God-making? I'd rather see whether you're making gods faster or I'm becoming one faster.

Ma Qing then handed over several thick volumes of files and materials to Shen Qing.

"Lord Shen, take a look at this—it's genuinely useful: bodily transplantation. In the future, people of Great Wu who lose arms or legs will have hope."

Shen Qing flipped through it for a while—this technology, under the Transcendence Palace's research, had already matured, with a full process from start to finish; as long as it's introduced into Great Wu, it can be used directly.

Ma Qing and the others all had joy in their eyes—handing this over would be a great merit.

But then something no one expected happened: Shen Qing's domineering true qi surged from his hand, and these few files were instantly ground into flying ash.

Everyone stared, mouths agape.

Shen Qing laughed.

Can this technology truly benefit the common people? In this backward era, such technology will never reach ordinary hands—it will only bring disaster to the common folk, while only the top elite will truly enjoy its benefits.

The people around exchanged glances, but no one objected—they had also done many things alongside Shen Qing, trusted that he had his reasons for doing this, and all they needed to do was stand unconditionally by his side.

Shen Qing waved his hand: "Let's go—follow me to the Wu Manor."

Today was a rare clear day in the winter of Qingzhou.

The Wu Manor was also somewhat lively today.

Everyone was out airing their quilts and such.

Wu Ruhai ran out of the gate to greet Shen Qing.

"Lord Shen! You've come! Quick, quick, quick—please come inside, I'll go brew tea."

Shen Qing waved his hand: "No need—tea is not for drinking today. I'm here to find your daughter."

"Is she still in her room?"

Wu Ruhai shook his head: "He's not here; he's drawing in the courtyard today."

Shen Qing glanced at him: "Are you willing to let your daughter go?"

Wu Ruhai sounded somewhat despondent: "Last time, Lord Shen was right to scold me; I was too full of myself."

"I've already sent many people to search for A-Xin; I will make it up to both of them."

Shen Qing entered the Wu residence and at once saw the woman drawing by the lake; the drawing depicted a man gripping a treasure sword, very handsome.

Shen Qing walked over and came to her side.

"What are you drawing?"

"I'm drawing A-Xin."

The woman turned her head, smiling happily: "You, who look good in clothes, you're back again; have you found A-Xin?"

Shen Qing produced that hairpin: "I have something to give you."

At this moment Xu Changhai spoke: "This isn't that wolf..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Ma Qing grabbed him.

The woman also fell silent, subdued; she seemed to have returned to normal.

After a long while, she spoke, her voice already quite trembling.

"It's A-Xin..."

Shen Qing nodded.

"Then he..."

Shen Qing said nothing.

The woman tremblingly took the hairpin, could no longer hold back, and knelt sitting in the snow, wailing loudly.

At this moment, everyone knew the werewolf was the A-Xin the woman spoke of.

This also explained why the werewolf, after losing his memory, had still been wandering outside the Wu residence.

All for the sake of glancing at the woman once more.

Shen Qing remained silent, turned his head and left the Wu residence, feeling only a surge of anger in his chest that would not dissipate.

Qianshan City Garrison Command.

Shen Qing did not immediately return to Tianxing City; instead, he drank to drown his sorrows nearby in Qianshan City.

Ma Qing and the others sat beside Shen Qing, not a single one speaking.

All were very silent.

Just then, a black shadow flew through the sky: it was a black eagle, its claws still gripping Bai Yun's limp body.

The black eagle let out a great roar, its voice choked with sobs: "Master! Master! Quickly save my elder brother!"

Shen Qing darkened his face, rose to his feet, and with one palm supported Bai Yun's body, laying it upon the ground.

At this moment Bai Yun was covered in sword wounds, his blood flowing unknown how much.

"What happened?"

The black eagle let out a great roar: "I had just returned from Yongning Prefecture when I heard there was fighting here, so I rushed over, but on the road I encountered the three Wang family members pursuing and attempting to kill my elder brother."

"We barely managed to escape."

Wu Nian lifted his head; he had already examined the injuries: "It can be saved."

As he spoke, Wu Nian began to chant a sutra; it was a Buddhist secret technique, and soon strings of Sanskrit appeared on Bai Yun's body, swiftly suppressing the wounds.

Shen Qing's gaze grew ever colder.

Misfortunes never come singly?

The Transcendence Palace is causing trouble, and these three Wang family members also want to join the fray? Then kill them!

"Why are you still standing? Let's go!"

Ma Qing and the others could no longer suppress the fury in their eyes; they all seized their weapons and followed behind Shen Qing.

Wu Nian shouted: "Wait, I will soon be able to suppress the injuries; I will go with you."

Shen Qing did not even turn his head: "You need not go; this time has nothing to do with good or evil."

"It is my wrath."

As he spoke, Shen Qing slowly levitated, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Black Eagle."

"Lead the way."