Chapter 277: You see how this matter has blown up

Shen Qing's voice was not low; the few martial saints who had just been chatting with Cha Hun all heard it, and the smiles on their faces froze instantly.

They naturally understood what it meant when Shen Qing spoke.

It meant that the Shen clan had already intervened in the Suke ore, so you all better weigh your options before deciding.

Cha Hun finally let out a breath, though he was still somewhat nervous; he came to Shen Qing's side with an uneasy feeling and did not sit down right away.

Instead, he stood at Shen Qing's side: "Young Master Shen, it's Cha Ku..."

Shen Qing nodded: "Please sit down first."

"I have already settled things with Cha Ku; the ore will still be mined by you, the subsequent handling will be taken care of by my Shen clan, and the profits will be split fifty-fifty."

Cha Hun was about to sit down when he heard "fifty-fifty"; he almost lost his balance and nearly fell to the ground.

He looked at Shen Qing: "Young Master Shen, did you misspeak...?"

Shen Qing's tone was flat: "I didn't misspeak."

Cha Hun stared, then came to his senses and immediately lowered his head: "Cha Hun is willing to serve Young Master Shen, to go through fire and water without hesitation."

Shen Qing raised a hand to cut him off: "You've said the same thing; your grandson Cha Ku already said it."

"Alright, stop arguing; the meeting is about to start."

Cha Hun obediently shut his mouth, running through the most sorrowful things of his life.

Yet even so, he could not keep the corners of his mouth from twitching.

Not laughing out loud was already his limit.

The few earth immortals seated at the head exchanged a glance, and Zhu Wu spoke.

"Then let's begin."

The entire Hall of Worshiping Heaven fell silent at once, and Zhu Wu's stern gaze swept across the room.

At this moment, Zhu Wu exuded authority without anger, the bearing of a sovereign fully displayed.

"Before the meeting begins, I have a few questions for you; you only need to answer yes or no, have or not."

The martial saints present exchanged glances, none daring to speak.

Zhu Wu asked: "Have you had any private dealings with evil spirits?"

Everyone looked at each other, then began answering.

Some said no, others frankly admitted they had talked.

Zhu Wu nodded: "Second question: Do you hate evil spirits?"

Everyone hesitated not, immediately nodding: "Yes."

Zhu Wu nodded, paused, then said: "Final question: Have you defected to the evil spirits?"

As soon as that question was asked, the entire Hall of Worshiping Heaven fell into utter silence; all the martial saints sat up straight, their expressions turning stiff.

A martial saint of the Holy Net Empire spoke: "Your Majesty the Martial Emperor, this..."

An earth immortal of the Holy Net Empire glanced at him: "You were told to answer only yes or no, have or not!"

This earth immortal, Shen Wendao, had already introduced him to us; he is Kun Tu Si of the Holy Net Empire, his strength is average among earth immortals, but he is a decent person.

That martial saint, after being scolded, lowered his head and said: "No."

Seeing this, the others also spoke up, saying "No."

Shen Qing's innate six senses were operating at their limit.

At first, when Shen Qing just obtained the innate six senses red trait, he thought it was just okay, a very useful trait.

But as his cultivation level rose, he realized this trait was extraordinary; no matter how strong one's spirit or whether one had cultivated any secret arts, none could escape the surveillance of the innate six senses, even at the levels of martial saint and earth immortal it was the same.

This innate six sense has somewhat leaned toward rule-based things.

To say it's strong, its power is merely average; but speaking of its practicality, the innate six sense is incredibly useful.

Shen Qing glanced at a martial saint on his right; this martial saint was from the Holy Net Empire, and he had lied.

At that moment, in the consciousness network, Shen Wendao spoke: "Shen Qing, how's the situation?"

Shen Qing replied: "Someone has defected; it is a martial saint of the Holy Net Empire, sitting in the third seat to my right."

The Martial Emperor's voice rang out: "It is the White Bear Martial Saint."

"Alright, I understand; we'll handle the aftermath, you don't need to get involved."

Shen Qing stopped speaking.

This is also a form of protection for Shen Qing.

Now the outside world only knows that Shen Qing ferreted out an evil spirit, and incidentally uncovered the Profound Thunder Saint of the Heaven Thunder Sect.

As for Shen Qing slaying the evil spirit, killing the Profound Thunder Saint, killing the Demonic Slaughter Insect King, and killing Li Xuan— the outside world knows none of these.

The outside world still merely regards Shen Qing as being somewhat skilled at investigations.

Zhu Wu looked at the crowd and said: "You all go out and wait outside the Hall of Worshiping Heaven."

"White Bear Martial Saint, you stay."

The White Bear Martial Saint stared blankly; why leave him alone among so many people? Before he could even ask a question, everyone rose and headed out of the Hall of Worshiping Heaven.

Having just asked those few questions, now singling out the White Bear Martial Saint to stay— everyone present are martial saints, none are fools; what this signifies is already obvious.

Now no one wants to be associated with the White Bear Martial Saint; they only hope that when he dies, his blood won't splash onto them.

After everyone had left the Hall of Worshiping Heaven, the door slammed shut with a bang, and many sighed and shook their heads.

Cha Hun closely followed at Shen Qing's side; Shen Qing said: "Don't follow me, I'm leaving."

Cha Hun blinked: "Leaving? But Young Master Shen, the meeting hasn't ended yet."

Shen Qing waved his hand: "I already told my ancestor before the meeting even began."

Cha Hun and the people around him stared; indeed, the meeting is presided over by his family's ancestor— one can't just walk out whenever one pleases, can they?

However, after Shen Qing left, many of those who had just threatened Cha Hun came over to apologize.

Hey, Old Cha, you see how this thing blew up, you should have said earlier that you already hooked up with the Shen family...

Shen Qing left the Fengtian Hall, but as soon as he stepped out the door he was stopped by a man dressed as a Daoist, his features clear and handsome, with two swords on his back, one black and one white.

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant: "Are you Young Master Shen Qing?"

You are.

He returned the fist‑and‑palm salute to Shen Qing: "I am Zhang Dao Yi, Dao Son of the Dao Sect, paying my respects."

The Dao Sect, one of the strongest sects in the Great Wu Jianghu, is even stronger than the Thunderbolt Sect.

Shen Qing gave a faint nod: "What do you want with me?"

Zhang Dao Yi said: "I'm here to thank you."

Thank you for bringing back the corpse of my third martial junior brother.

Zhang Dao Yi's third martial junior brother was precisely the Daoist corpse Shen Qing had slain when killing the first evil spirit—that Daoist himself served as the formation's base, laying a Feng Shui Grand Formation with eighty‑one copper nails to lock the joints of his whole body, thereby nailing the evil spirit to death.

If Shen Qing hadn't gone, the evil spirit would have dissipated in another ten years; one could say it was truly mutual destruction.

We won't forget this favor; our ancestor said that if you ever need us, Shen Qing, the Dao Sect will spare no effort to help you!