Chapter 76

As the Embroidered Uniform Guard surrounded them, many Golden Warrior Guard drew their weapons and faced off, yet no one dared to strike first against the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Two senior officers of the Golden Warrior Guard also drew their blades, but in the next instant Jiang Ruohai pressed down their arms.

Jiang Ruohai shouted: "Golden Warrior Guard, hear my order—do not act rashly!"

At his command, all Golden Warrior Guard halted their actions.

Jiang Ruohai had long heard of Shen Qing's reputation and knew his character; if the other party were guilty, they would face Shen Qing's thunderous strike.

But now Shen Qing hasn't moved, which means the matter can be discussed.

Moreover, he felt upright and had nothing to fear from a crooked shadow.

"Shameful thing, get up!" Jiang Ruohai kicked Ma Xiong and Ga He, then strode toward Shen Qing.

Commander, what's going on?

Shen Qing glanced back at the black dog: "Is it him?"

The black dog stared at Jiang Ruohai for a moment, then shook its head: "No."

Then let's look inside the Golden Warrior Guard.

The black dog strode through the hundreds of Golden Warrior Guard, its eyes blood-red, constantly tracking the prey.

Only then did Shen Qing look at Jiang Ruohai: "Do you know there's a ghost in your unit?"

"A blood cultivator has mixed into your unit."

Jiang Ruohai's eyes grew somewhat doubtful and uncertain.

He glanced at the black dog again, noticing its nostrils constantly flaring.

"Is it sniffing?"

As a colonel of the Golden Warrior Guard, he was no novice; he naturally knew the Great Martial Dynasty produced many talents, and those with keen scent were many, so he also began to suspect his own unit.

While he pondered, the black dog had already made a pass through the hundreds of Golden Warrior Guard, but it hadn't singled out anyone, leaving only the four senior officers of the Golden Warrior Guard.

Jiang Ruohai's face darkened a bit; could it be those two fools, Ma Xiong and Ga He, again?

Ga He crouched on the ground; as the black dog approached, his body twitched, and he recalled the fear of being dominated by Shen Qing that day.

His voice trembled: "Sir, please make sure you sniff correctly—I truly can't endure any more trouble..."

"I just have bad breath, but I really dare not touch anything to do with blood cultivators..."

The black dog didn't answer him, sniffed a while, then walked past; Ma Xiong and Ga He both let out a long sigh of relief.

By then, the black dog had reached the last two Golden Warrior Guard; its eyes grew fierce, it lifted its head and glared at the black-faced Golden Warrior Guard, grinding its teeth.

"It's you! You're the damned blood cultivator!"

The black-faced Golden Warrior Guard's face changed instantly: "Hey! Don't talk nonsense!"

Saying that, he lunged and grabbed the black dog's shoulder.

Jiang Ruohai shouted: "Zhang Sheng, stop!"

But the instant he spoke, Shen Qing at his side turned into a phantom and lunged at Zhang Sheng; the fierce wind even stung everyone's eyes, and when Shen Qing reappeared, he had already seized Zhang Sheng by the throat and lifted him up.

"Are you a blood cultivator?"

Zhang Sheng shook his head in terror, his voice hoarse from the choke: "I... am not..."

Jiang Ruohai hurried to Shen Qing's side: "Lord Shen, please wait! Let me say something."

"His name is Zhang Sheng; he was recruited into the Golden Warrior Guard at fifteen and never had a chance to become a blood cultivator!"

"This brother, you aren't..."

He had wanted to ask if the black dog had smelled wrong, but the black dog's eyes were blood-red, veins bulging on its forehead, neck, and arms, its appearance no different from that evil spirit.

The scholar said: "It's possible to carry the scent of a blood cultivator without actually being one."

"If one stays long in a room with a blood cultivator, the scent can linger for days."

At that moment, all Golden Warrior Guard held their breath—how could a single Golden Warrior Guard share a room with anyone? It would have to be another Golden Warrior Guard.

Jiang Ruohai seemed to recall something, clapping his hands: "I remember—Zhang Sheng, you didn't leave the camp the day before? You said you were visiting your grandmother; could you have picked it up then?"

"So you mean your grandmother is a blood cultivator?"

Zhang Sheng's eyes began to dart away; Shen Qing tightened his grip slightly, Zhang Sheng's face flushed, and he gave a cold laugh.

"Won't you speak?"

Scholar, take the White Tiger on a trip, seize the person!

The scholar didn't hesitate: 'Yes!'

Having said that, he waved his hand, called over two small flag units, and was about to head for the west city gate.

Zhang Sheng also panicked at this point, hastily shouting, 'I'll talk! I'll talk!'

'I went to Guijing Town the day before yesterday, to the Drunken Spring Pavilion.'

Jiang Ruohai spoke.

'Your grandmother is in Kaiyuan City, yet you went to Guijing Town? What sort of place is the Drunken Spring Pavilion? What were you doing there?'

Zhang Sheng's face turned ashen, his voice grew faint, and he whispered two words like a mosquito's buzz.

'A brothel...'

As soon as those words were spoken, the whole scene fell silent.

Everyone present were martial artists, and being not far apart, Zhang Sheng's words were heard clearly by all.

The Golden Guard exchanged bewildered glances.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard were each trying not to laugh.

Shen Qing also released his hold on Zhang Sheng's neck; the brothel remark fit—they had been in the same room together, and it hadn't been brief.

'Hmm... it probably wasn't short, right?'

No matter how you say it, they are Innate Realm martial artists—it couldn't have been brief.

However, Zhang Sheng had just landed, still gasping heavily, when a black shadow came pressing toward him—it was Jiang Ruohai!

His face flushed red, he launched a flying kick straight into Zhang Sheng's face.

"Damn it! Weren't you supposed to go see your grandmother? What the hell are you doing at a brothel?"

"You went to see that 'grandmother,' right?"

Immediately followed a torrent of scolding that rained down on his head and face.

Of course, where there is worry, there is also joy.

The worried ones are Jiang Ruohai and Zhang Sheng, while the happy one is Ma Xionghe Gaoge.

Originally, being cleaned up by Shen Qing for their bad breath was already embarrassing enough; for many years afterward, they were an inevitable topic at the Jinwu Guard's banquet tables.

But now the situation is different—once they bring up Gaoge, they cannot escape mentioning another even more humiliating incident that happened that day.

Jinwu Guard's Zhang Sheng, while visiting prostitutes, stumbled onto a major case of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and was caught red-handed by them.

Ma Xionghe Gaoge's mouth corners cranked up wildly; even if you tied two bulls to him, you couldn't hold him down.

Jiang Ruohai turned his head, glaring viciously at the two: "What are you laughing about? You're saying he didn't say you, right?"

"You three are doing great! Not giving me any face at all, right?"

"You like seeing me lose face? Fine, fine, fine! If I'm not having a good time, neither will you!"

"I'll go back and write a book about your three's deeds, letting the whole Jinwu Guard circulate it! Take a good look at what rotten things you've done!"

Jiang Ruohai was truly furious; of his four subordinate Jinwu Guard officers, three were talents.

Shen Qing was also amused, but he couldn't be bothered to watch the fun any longer, after all, a bunch of reckless bullies were picking on his little brother.

First go take care of them; there'll still be time to laugh when we come back to drink.

Shen Qing waved his hand.

"Everyone! Quickly prepare your equipment! Target Ancient Well Town!"

"Yes!"

However, after just the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, the Embroidered Uniform Guard rushed out fully armed from the Hundred-Household Office.

The Jinwu Guard followed closely behind; since the Jinwu Guard was involved in the case, they couldn't possibly leave, so Jiang Ruohai simply took his men along as well.

And at the very front was Shen Qing!

Mounted on the White Tiger, Beast King, wearing a scarlet-base blue-embroidered flying fish robe, with a Crimson Sky Blade at his waist, his eyes blazing like torches.

Mighty and awe-inspiring!