Chapter 79: Can you let me enjoy myself to the fullest?

Ancient Well Town is underground.

Here there is also a cavern heaven, connected in all directions like a spiderweb, and the walls also have skull torches.

Two blood cultivators sit opposite each other drinking, but the cups contain not wine but bright red blood.

One blood cultivator raises their head and drains it in one gulp, then their ear twitches.

"Did you hear that? Was there a tiger calling just now?"

"No, I didn't hear anything."

That blood cultivator rubbed their ear: "Looks like I haven't drunk enough blood lately, I'm having auditory hallucinations."

"Once the cult leader leaves seclusion, I'll definitely drink to my heart's content!"

At that moment, a hint of red slowly appeared in the darkness; it was the light emitted by Shen Qing's Crimson Sky as his true qi surged.

The blood cultivator chuckled: "Hey, you! Why are you in such a hurry? You haven't even reached the Hai hour and already drawn your blade?"

"You're starving, right? Don't rush! When the blood sacrifice comes, you can secretly drink a little and it'll be fine."

"I'll tell you to wait; in the eastern part of the town, the Liu family just had four babies, and later I'll give you one."

The next moment, the Crimson Sky in the darkness moved, and a red light flashed.

That blood cultivator's arm flew straight up into the sky; the intense pain made them want to let out a miserable scream, but their whole body was already stepped on by Shen Qing, their throat crushed underfoot.

"Where is your cult leader? If you don't tell me, you'll die."

That blood cultivator gritted their teeth, glaring at Shen Qing with eyes full of fury.

Shen Qing snorted, then kicked the blood cultivator into midair with one foot.

Immediately after, a vertical slash of the Crimson Sky cut the blood cultivator in half at the waist, then a horizontal chop split them open.

Finally, dozens of red lights sliced through the air, completely mincing the blood cultivator.

It turned into chunks of flesh that fell to the ground, and the spurting blood splattered directly onto the face of another blood cultivator.

Shen Qing looked back at him; that blood cultivator, eyes full of fear, hurriedly spoke.

"Our cult leader is in that red room directly beneath Ancient Well Lake."

In response, Shen Qing's Crimson Sky struck: one slash to cut, one to split, ten to mince; within three breaths, the fragments fell to the ground.

"Speak and I'll still cut you!"

Shen Qing flicked the Crimson Sky, blood spattering, and the blade became spotless once again.

Ancient Well Lake lies right at the center of the town, and the direction is still easy to discern.

After a quick check of the direction, they set off toward Ancient Well Lake.

Along the way, encountering blood cultivators meant a full routine: chop, split, mince!

Until they reached a lavishly decorated room, where Shen Qing stopped.

They seemed to faintly hear a hint of singing.

Inside the room, a female blood cultivator was dressing a lady.

However, what's different is that the cosmetic boxes here are all made of human bones.

The woman carefully took a bit of rouge and applied it to the lady's face.

"Madam Zhang, this rouge is still the one I bought from Luo River City; it's said that the noble ladies there all use this."

Madam Zhang looked somewhat worried at the bronze mirror, touching her face: "Have I grown old? Will he not like me anymore when he comes out?"

The woman chuckled: "Madam, everyone can clearly see how much the cult leader loves you."

"Besides, I specially studied the art of dressing; I guarantee I will make the lady look beautiful and splendid."

"So that the cult leader will be utterly enamored."

At that moment, Shen Qing's voice came from behind.

"So you're the lover of that Withered Glory Old Devil?"

The two instantly bristled, leaping back sharply and simultaneously throwing several hidden weapons straight at the screen.

A series of metallic clashes rang out, the screen fell, revealing Shen Qing's figure.

The woman shouted angrily: "Bold thief! How dare you intrude here? Don't you want to live?"

Madam Zhang's face changed drastically as she recognized Shen Qing's attire: "An Embroidered Uniform Guard commandant? How could you possibly find this place?"

Upon hearing the lady's words, the woman's face also turned ashen; she drew her waist sword and shoved the lady forward: "Madam Zhang! Run! Go wake the cult leader! I'll hold him off!"

Having said that, the woman brandished her sword and lunged at Shen Qing.

But before she could reach Shen Qing, he flung her into the air with a single blade, and lightning flashed in the air.

This time Shen Qing directly employed the Falling Thunder Nine Blades; his domineering true qi was already overwhelming, and adding the equally domineering Falling Thunder Nine Blades.

That's just domineering giving domineering the green light—well, domineering to the max!

One strike down, not even leaving fragments—no bones remained, directly reduced to ash.

Shen Qing snorted.

"A bunch of blood‑drinking monsters, and they call me a thief?"

"Really disgusting!"

Madam Zhang stared, eyes nearly bursting; she had originally wanted to share a lingering scene with the female blood cultivator, but now she had no mood for it.

She was almost about to wet herself; she turned her head and scrambled out another door, crawling and rolling.

Shen Qing simply followed behind her, not in a hurry to kill her.

Just now Shen Qing had heard that woman tell the lady to go find the cult leader.

This underground network is interconnected in all directions; although we know the cult leader lies directly beneath Ancient Well Lake, without familiarity with the routes it's easy to get lost, so having a guide would naturally be ideal.

If Madam Zhang ever slowed down, Shen Qing would give her a cut.

Not fatal, but very painful.

Along the way, blood cultivators kept hearing the noise and rushing to attack Shen Qing, but Madam Zhang simply wouldn't stop, summoning all her strength to run forward.

Because every blood cultivator came shouting curses, but after a thunderclap, those curses abruptly ceased.

Finally, Madam Zhang saw a blue‑brick secret chamber, a glint appearing in her eyes; it was obvious that this was the hiding place of Kurong Laomo.

Madam Zhang pressed herself against the door, feeling for the mechanism, and finally found a recess; pressing hard, the secret chamber's door slowly opened.

But at this moment, the swiftly opening door seemed agonizingly slow, because the footsteps behind were drawing ever closer.

At the instant the door swung open, Madam Zhang let out a heart‑rending cry: "Husband! Save…"

Her voice cut off, a round head rolled to the ground, and immediately dozens of slashes swept out, slicing Madam Zhang's body into pieces.

Shen Qing lifted his foot and entered the secret chamber.

In the center of the chamber lay a huge pool of blood, and the white‑haired Kurong Laomo sat soaked in it, his whole body exuding a rotting‑wood aura.

He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of blood‑red pupils.

He instantly saw Shen Qing dressed in the uniform of an Investigator, and the round head on the ground, and he sprang to his feet.

"A Lian!"

He immediately glared at Shen Qing with fury.

"Do you know A Lian is the woman I love most!"

"What an Embroidered Uniform Guard Investigator! Do you know even the old Investigator of your lot wouldn't dare do this!"

"You have already invited your own death…"

Before his words faded, Shen Qing turned into a phantom, kicked Kurong Laomo in the waist and abdomen, sending him flying backward; the sturdy blue‑brick wall was smashed open, raising clouds of dust.

However, Kurong Laomo really did have some skill—the dent in his waist and abdomen healed rapidly, and he was soon standing unharmed.

Shen Qing stepped forward slowly.

"You're Kurong Laomo, right? Cut the meaningless talk—I'm sick of it."

"How many have you killed, how many families have you torn apart—stop pretending to be affectionate here, it's disgusting!"

Having said that, he pointed at Kurong Laomo's face and caused Madam Zhang's head to explode.

"Would that make your fighting spirit stronger?"

"They say your Withered Glory Classic is formidable—can you let me enjoy it to the fullest?"