Chapter 50: Delighted to Obtain the Overlord Bow

Two armored Golden Guard sat in the hall drinking tea, sitting with legs apart like a horse.

The taller Golden Guard, named Gao He, slammed his tea cup, showing some impatience.

"What an Acting Hundred Household Chief, daring to keep us waiting so long!"

"I really don't know what luck he had, actually letting us deliver this Overlord Bow to him."

The other Golden Guard, named Ma Xiong, lived up to his name with a tiger's back and bear's waist.

"What's his name again? Shen Qing, right?"

"I heard he also has quite a reputation."

Gao He smiled: "What reputation? How big is it?"

"World-passing Yama—isn't that big enough?"

Gao He snorted: "That name really rings loud, but can a petty Acting Hundred Household Chief live up to it?"

"Just be careful one day... hahaha."

The two spoke loudly, and the few Embroidered Uniform Guard stationed outside kept frowning.

"Are these two guys too vulgar?"

Although they didn't finish speaking, everyone knew it definitely wasn't anything good.

Saying someone is no good in their own home is typical of not giving face.

However, limited by their cultivation and rank, they couldn't make a good retort.

Suddenly, a sound came from outside; Shen Qing walked into the courtyard, and the few Embroidered Uniform Guard hurriedly saluted.

"Greetings, Lord Shen!"

Just as the words weren't finished, Shen Qing shot past like a gust of wind over their heads, extremely fast.

In the next moment, his whole person turned into a ferocious beast and lunged into the hall, kicking Gao He of the Golden Guard in the chest; the speed was such that even Ma Xiong beside him was still drinking tea, not reacting that his teammate had been kicked away.

"Bang!"

The hall's walls were blasted open a big hole; Gao He lay in the rubble clutching his chest, constantly rolling; Shen Qing had already pulled back his kick, but it was still enough to make him suffer.

Shen Qing's voice also sounded cold.

"Your mouth is vicious enough, cursing me in my own home? Didn't your mother teach you how to speak?"

At this moment, Ma Xiong also reacted, slamming the table and standing up.

Shen Qing turned his head, glanced at him: "What do you want?"

Ma Xiong's body stiffened somewhat, sweat beading on his forehead; being stared at by Shen Qing sent a chill down their backs.

This feeling is like putting one's head in a tiger's mouth—if you slip even slightly, the tiger will shut its mouth.

Ma Xiong's throat twitched as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lowered his head, and slowly extended his palm.

"I... I... see there's dust on the table, I'll wipe it..."

Ma Xiong slowly bent over, continually wiping the already spotless tabletop with his sleeve.

Gao He on the ground also caught his breath, struggling to sit up.

"Shen Qing! Aren't you being too disrespectful? I only said a few words about you!"

Shen Qing kicked him in the face.

"Face? Now you talk about face? When you were being vulgar just now, why didn't you think? Your mother didn't teach you what manners are; let me teach you."

Gao He dared not speak further, and couldn't speak; Shen Qing's kick to his face felt like a hammer blow, and now he only feels something swaying in his mind.

Ma Xiong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, basically not daring to speak; he saw Gao He's miserable state, and also knew Gao He's background—he practices a formidable external martial art, ordinary blunt weapons can't harm him.

But Shen Qing just casually kicked him with two legs and ended up like this.

Shen Qing snorted, walked to the main seat and sat down grandly, quietly looking at Ma Xiong.

Ma Xiong no longer had the earlier imposing aura; now he stood straight, legs together, like a newlywed daughter-in-law who's been scolded.

Shen Qing snorted, giving neither of them a good look.

"Golden Guard, what do you want from me?"

Ma Xiong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, hurriedly took out a letter from his bosom and walked up to Shen Qing.

"We... just came to deliver a message."

Shen Qing snorted, and did not take the letter.

"Delivering a message? You look like this, I thought it was the King of Guanzhong coming."

Ma Xiong's face turned a bit pale: "Lord Shen..."

"It's my mouth that's vulgar."

Shen Qing snorted, opened the letter and glanced at it casually, roughly understanding its meaning.

That is, the higher-ups want to move against the martial world of Yongning Commandery, wanting to establish an organization called the Martial Alliance, inviting various sects to join, nominally for coordination, and they want Shen Qing to be the overall commander of this plan.

Shen Qing chuckled lightly, this is treating Yongning Commandery as a trial province, right? Testing the new policy here first.

The specific details are still being drafted; the appointment documents will be sent after a while; they just had the Golden Guard come deliver a message, letting Shen Qing make some preparations.

Shen Qing casually tossed the letter aside: "Again overall commander, again unifying the martial world, nothing substantial to see, just eating biscuits."

In his previous life, working, this kind of biscuit was a small snack every three days, a big one every five days; Shen Qing had long grown tired of it.

"Whose order is this? Zhu Lingyue's or Shi Guyan's?"

Ma Xiong's legs went weak, almost sitting on the ground; he had heard the name Shi Guyan more than once—the chancellor who served four hundred years; although he hadn't heard Zhu Lingyue's name, he knows the imperial surname is Zhu.

Ma Xiong's face turned a bit pale, trembling with fear as he looked at Shen Qing—does this person really have such gall?

In legend, Zhao Zilong is all courage; you're all Zhao Zilong, right?

Ma Xiong was somewhat afraid Shen Qing would continue saying something that would frighten him, so he hurriedly spoke.

"Lord Shen, Lord Shen, we have something, we have something; the higher-ups entrusted us to bring something for you."

Shen Qing was somewhat dissatisfied: "If you have something, why didn't you take it out earlier?"

Ma Xiong gave an embarrassed smile, opened the red wood box, revealing the black‑hafted, gold‑patterned Overlord Bow inside; Shen Qing's eyes lit up.

The Overlord Bow is pitch black like ink, its golden lines flow like lava, unrestrained and flamboyant; the whole bow exudes a wild, powerful beauty.

Shen Qing grabbed the bow's handle.

"It has some heft—what is this bow called?"

Ma Xiong hurriedly explained: "Sir, this bow is the one used by the present Bow Saint, Zhuge Qunying, a Grandmaster; it's called the Overlord Bow; when the Bow Saint was in the Golden Guard, Emperor Jing bestowed it upon him."

"This bow's body is made from the heartwood of a thousand‑year golden pine, its string from the sinew of the vicious golden sea python; its power can kill a Grandmaster, but to draw it fully one must be a Grandmaster—ordinary Grandmasters can't; at least greater strength is needed, even drawing it in the Innate Realm counts as..."

Ma Xiong's mouth opened wider and wider, yet his sound cut off abruptly.

Only seen, Shen Qing's body faintly emitted the sound of dragon and elephant; the bowstring made from the golden sea python's sinew was slowly drawn by him, as true qi surged in, the golden lines on the bow seemed to start flowing, continuously humming as if responding to Shen Qing.

As the bowstring reached full draw, a roar sounded, like the angry roar of the golden sea python.

Ma Xiong's mouth was stretched to its limit, the shock in his heart beyond words.

Gao He, lying unconscious on the ground, also came to, looked at the fully drawn Overlord Bow, and muttered to himself.

"Did I get dazed?"

After saying that, he rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Shen Qing lowered the bowstring, his fondness for the Overlord Bow impossible to hide; he looked at Ma Xiong.

"Not bad, it's indeed a fine bow, but the commotion is too great—can we conceal it a bit?"

The bow is a good bow, its power is enormous.

Just drawing the bow produces golden light and a snake's hiss; that's practically announcing it to the enemy.

"Hey, your dad I'm going to shoot you—hurry and dodge!"

Whether one can dodge or not is another matter, but Shen Qing thinks this is foolish.

Ma Xiong propped his chin with his hand, closed his mouth, possibly scared silly, his voice stuttering: "There... there is, inside the box... inside there is a matching bow... technique."

Shen Qing glanced inside the red wood box; indeed there was a small compartment: "Can you say it all at once? Speak directly—is there anything else? If you say more later I'll slap you."

Ma Xiong's head shook like a rattle drum.

Shen Qing opened the compartment and took out a small booklet; its cover read "Overlord Bow Technique".

After a brief thought, Shen Qing decided to go all‑in first.

He consumed four trait‑upgrade opportunities.

Basic Archery (green) upgraded to...... Archery Master (gold) upgraded to: Archery God Reborn (red)

Ma Xiong stood in place for a long time, seeing Shen Qing reading the manual and ignoring him, he spoke softly.

"Then, Sir Shen, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first?"

Shen Qing glanced at him: "Leave? Still want to leave?"

"You didn't see the wall collapsed—if it can't be repaired, you still want to leave?"