Chapter 209: Looks like I was still too gentle with you all

This voice kept echoing throughout the entire Song mansion.

As soon as the words "Embroidered Uniform Guard" were spoken, the entire Song mansion fell silent.

After all, our two elders had just been discussing the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and now, right after, the Embroidered Uniform Guard showed up at the door?

A bold one stood up and spoke: "Embroidered Uniform Guard? Who are you?"

Zhou He took a step forward, raised a big thumb: "Prick up your dog ears and listen well."

"Our lord is the Qingzhou Embroidered Uniform Guard..."

Zhou He hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted.

A youth who appeared to have decent status laughed: "Hahaha! I thought it was something else? This is Yunzhou! Not your Qingzhou!"

"You don't even wear official uniforms, and you claim to be the Embroidered Uniform Guard?"

"In my opinion, humph..."

At that moment, the bratty kid who had just been yelling for chicken threw a chicken leg bone toward Shen Qing's direction.

"Did you hear that? My elder brother said, this is Yunzhou, we don't welcome you, hurry up..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou He's face darkened, he stepped forward in one stride to stand before the child, and kicked him directly in the face, sending him flying into the drainage ditch.

"Damn, who are you messing with?"

Immediately, he grabbed the speaking youth's head: "And you! You sure can talk!"

Bang!

The thick redwood table was shattered directly by the youth's head impact.

All of this happened in an instant; the Song family members inside were all stunned at once, because Shen Qing's blood dragon phantom exerted pressure, so no one sensed Zhou He's aura; now that Zhou He made a move, they realized Zhou He was at the Nascent Soul realm, and not a weak one at that.

After this, no one doubted Shen Qing's identity as an Embroidered Uniform Guard.

At this moment, footsteps were heard approaching.

Tap tap tap.

Shen Qing walked toward them unhurriedly, his voice icy cold.

"It seems I've been too lenient with you all; then everyone, kneel down and speak!"

Murky blood energy erupted instantly, the blood dragon's pupils burst forth with endless red light, terrifying pressure swept over.

If the pressure just now was merely a mental oppression, now it's as if a small mountain has been pressed down.

Boom boom boom!

The seated Song family members, one by one, could no longer withstand the pressure and all knelt on the ground; everyone's eyes showed fear; at this moment, they truly began to be afraid.

After a breath's time, the only Song family members still able to sit were Song Dian and Song Wen.

But they couldn't stay seated either.

Song Dian stood up, squeezed out a smile on his face, trying to laugh it off and get through.

"This Embroidered Uniform Guard senior, the juniors are ignorant; as elders, we shouldn't bother with them."

Shen Qing glanced at him lightly: "When I was speaking nicely to you just now, you didn't listen? Now you want to speak nicely? Too late."

"I'll count down three times; after three, you'd better kneel too."

"Three."

"Two."

Hearing Shen Qing really begin the countdown, Song Dian's fake smile also faded, turning grim.

"I really want to see how you'll make me kneel."

No matter how he says it, he is the head of a clan, and moreover, a Nascent Soul cultivator.

He truly wants to know how Shen Qing will make him kneel.

"One."

A golden finger blade burst forth together with the final count.

One could see this finger blade faintly taking the shape of a golden heavenly dragon—this is the Heavenly Dragon Finger, the strongest Nascent Soul finger technique given by Zhu Lingyue.

Song Dian rolled his eyes, trying to catch this thread of finger blade, but couldn't; it was too fast.

A hiss sounded.

The Heavenly Dragon Finger pierced straight through Song Dian's knee, leaving a thumb-sized round hole; because it was so fast, even the blood hadn't had time to react.

Thud

Song Dian's knee instantly lost strength; one leg went soft and he was about to kneel, but he grabbed the table with one hand and struggled to prop himself up.

Song Dian looked toward the ground, even his vision began to sway—this is the manifestation of extreme fear.

He strained to lift his head, looking toward the approaching Shen Qing: "Who exactly are you?"

Shen Qing said: "It's not yet time to speak; I said to kneel and speak."

Hiss!

A Heavenly Dragon Finger pierced through Song Dian's other knee.

This time, both legs lost strength.

Crack!

Song Dian knelt directly on the ground—not because he couldn't hold up; Song Dian is, after all, a Nascent Soul cultivator, and even without legs he could stand.

Mainly because he was afraid; he also understood that if he didn't kneel now, things might get worse later; right now he lost two kneecaps, what about next?

Shen Qing turned his gaze toward Song Wen, who was still seated to the side.

Song Wen only felt his legs go soft.

Crack!

He dropped to his knees on the ground!

Song Wen: "Shen Qing, I'll kneel myself, I'll kneel myself."

Shen Qing looked at Song Wen: "You recognized me?"

Song Wen said with a bitter smile: "The Embroidered Uniform Guard from Qingzhou, quick to act, young yet strong—aside from you, Shen Qing, I really can't think of a second person."

"If I still can't figure this out, then I'm truly a fool."

Zhou He stepped forward, reached out and slapped Song Dian's face: "Song Dian, did you hear that? It's your turn."

"Your brother said, those who don't recognize are fools, and you seem not to have recognized."

Song Dian knelt on the ground, head bowed, his heart dripping blood—yes, why didn't I recognize him?

These traits are so obvious, why couldn't I recognize him?

Shen Qing sat in the main seat Song Dian had just occupied, crossed his legs, and smiled at the scattered feast.

"Yo, the food isn't bad."

"I just entered the city and heard your Song family has plenty of grain."

Song Wen and Song Dian both felt a jolt in their hearts.

"I came here simply to ask: where did your Song family's advance grain stockpiling information come from?"

Song Dian's heart sank completely—truly came for this matter, and just as Song Dian was still pondering.

Song Wen shouted: "Shen Qing! Our decision to stockpile grain was entirely made by my elder brother, Song Dian! I asked him many times where he got the information, but he never told me!"

Song Dian was stunned—such a swift division.

He turned his head, looked at Song Wen, wanting to say something.

But Song Wen spoke first: "Elder brother! Just confess! You haven't never heard of Shen Qing's reputation."

"Moreover, this matter was indeed said by you, elder brother, and you truly haven't told anyone else—this is a fact."

"Just confess, for the sake of the Song family!"

They all had heard of Shen Qing's reputation; he knew Shen Qing's methods, so rather than resist head-on, it was better to directly betray Song Dian—perhaps the Song family could still be saved.

Song Dian turned his head, sighed, seeming to have resigned himself.

Shen Qing found this spectacle of cutting off one's tail to survive rather amusing, looked at Song Dian: "Then speak up, Song Dian—tell us what you know."