From the Valkyrie to the Endless

"Thank you, senior."

Shen Qing stood up and saluted, and when he took the porcelain bottle, he felt a trace of blood.

[Bloodline: Human Race (Yuanling Dao Body)]

【Cultivation: Peak of the Third Realm】

[Status: Weak (Half-awakened)]

In fourteen years, Sikong Yuan is still in a semi-awakened state, and his bloodline has not fully recovered.

Obviously, he has not done any practice on the power of blood in the past ten years.

The realm of Daozu has already stood at the pinnacle of humanity. As the inheritor of such an existence, even if he did nothing, Sikong Yuan is now far more than this level of cultivation. He has at least entered the fourth realm, or even the fifth realm.

I'm afraid that most of his energy was spent on how to suppress his cultivation.

"Daxia will soon face internal strife. Yang Zongxi is extremely ambitious and is plotting to replace the divine weapon and change the world. I think it won't be long before the brothers start to quarrel with each other."

After Sikong Yuan calmed down his inner breath, he stood up and said:

"By then, Yang Zongxian will be too busy to handle everything, which is good news for you. You can continue to head north. After entering the countries of the Northern Territory, you can lie dormant for a few years to observe the situation."

"senior……"

Before Shen Qing could finish his words, Sikong Yuan had disappeared into the big tent without a trace.

After bowing his head and thinking for a while, Shen Qing memorized the Star Source Secret Book in his mind, burned the manuscript, and looking at the remaining blood in his hand, Shen Qing drank half of it without hesitation.

She needs to have a rough estimate of this power. If she tries it when facing the enemy, she will be extremely passive.

The sundial was filled with blood, and the innermost wheel began to rotate counterclockwise.

The temperature as hot as magma boiled in his body, and the terrifying murderous intent began to erode Shen Qing's mind.

The impact of the essence and blood this time was a hundred or a thousand times more terrifying than the one in the Desolate Island. Shen Qing's sanity was almost suppressed instantly.

Killing all living creatures in front of him became almost the only thought in Shen Qing's mind.

Shen Qing froze in place, not daring to move at all. He closed his eyes tightly, and even dared not look at the sword placed beside him. Seeing the sharp weapon would only make his murderous intent grow stronger.

A weak stream of information began to impact Shen Qing's mind, mixed with fragmented images. Perhaps because the amount of essence and blood was insufficient, this time the inherited memory seemed very trivial and messy.

In the blur, she seemed to be dreaming of returning to ancient times, and saw a young genius walking out of the Supreme Dao Sect.

Through the boy's eyes, she vaguely saw some of the charming charm of the prosperous era of cultivation.

After a while, Shen Qing gradually adapted to his current situation.

Sikong Yuan's blood essence is much more powerful than that of the woman from Huangzhou. Her cultivation has already spanned two realms and entered the threshold of the Condensation Realm. Her original mist-like internal force has almost liquefied and has turned into true essence.

The third level of Condensation, the greatest martial arts master of the time!

An extremely vigorous vitality appeared in Shen Qing's body, surging out from her spiritual center, pouring into her limbs and bones, and prolonging her life.

All the subtle movements in the entire camp came into her ears, as if she saw them with her own eyes.

A great master of martial arts can live to be over two hundred years old. In ancient times, when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was abundant, the lifespan of a person in the Condensation Realm could even reach over five hundred years. For those who were good at taking care of their bodies, living to six or seven hundred years old was also normal.

After half an hour, the power brought by the blood gradually dissipated, the murderous intent gradually weakened, and a feeling of fatigue and emptiness surged up.

Shen Qing did not hesitate at all. He turned the sundial back and returned to half an hour ago.

The dissipated murderous intent came back again, and the power of the Condensation Realm returned to her body.

During this repeated torture, Shen Qing's mental resilience increased at an alarming rate and his reactions became more acute.

Only after making sure that he would not be dominated by murderous intent did Shen Qing open the big tent, walk out, and call Hao Yun:

"Order three thousand light cavalry, and follow me back."

Shen Qing does not plan to waste this strength now. Even if the power of a grandmaster cannot defeat the likes of Yang Zongxian, killing a martial arts master is as easy as killing a chicken.

It would be a shame not to take this opportunity to gain some energy for the sundial.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 47 Goal

"Little...you must take care of yourself." Hao Yun frowned, seeming to want to say something but stopped himself.

The blood of the human demon can improve one's martial arts skills. This is no longer a secret among innate martial artists, but it will place a great burden on the body.

In his opinion, Shen Qing has been holding on ever since he drank the blood of the human demon in the Desolate Island. This is shortening his lifespan. He should leave the territory of Daxia as soon as possible and find a small country to recuperate in peace.

"I know what I'm doing. Go ahead."

Shen Qing waved his hand, and then reminded: "Remember to go to Zhao Yu to ask for the military token."

Now the commander-in-chief of the three armies is Zhao Yu, and the deployment of any soldier cannot bypass her. After all, Shen Qing is already a dead man, and some procedures must be followed.

An hour later, the three thousand light cavalry were fully prepared and left the camp on the pretext of investigating the enemy situation.

Hao Yun did not follow. His injuries had not yet recovered, and it was difficult for him to deal with warriors who had reached perfection. He was unable to command these 3,000 light cavalry. Only Zuo Jun followed as the leader.

"What should I call you now?"

Zuo Jun rode his horse closely behind Shen Qing and spoke in a deep voice.

Shen Qing was silent for a moment, then replied casually, "December."

"You suddenly turned around. I don't think it's just to investigate the enemy. What's your purpose?"

Zuo Jun asked in confusion. He couldn't quite guess Shen Qing's intention.

The second young lady of the Shen family, whom he had never met, had already given him too many surprises.

"When marching or fighting, the worst thing to do is to question orders. Don't have too many ideas of your own, just do as you're told."

After saying that, Shen Qing turned around, glanced at Zuo Jun, and issued an order:

"Divide the three thousand cavalry into small groups and scout out the army's movements along the way. Report back immediately if you find anything."

Zuo Jun was silent for a moment, but without any hesitation, he nodded and replied:

"The last general takes orders."

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It was noon and the sun was shining brightly, but there was no warmth and the wind still carried some of the remaining chill of winter.

On the broad official road, more than ten thousand soldiers were slowly advancing, wearing the armor of the Great Xia army, with neat military appearances, and most of those in the array were elites who had experienced war.

In the mountains not far away, Shen Qing, wearing a black mask, stood on the top of a century-old tree, quietly looking at the army not far away.

In Qianzhou, there are hundreds of thousands of Daxia troops wandering around. It sounds like a lot, but it is not easy to figure out their exact location when these people are scattered across a battle line that is hundreds of miles long.

What's more, there are still remnants of the troops from the Northern Territory countries nearby, and the situation is even more chaotic. Even the left army was sent out by her to investigate the situation.

Time is very precious to Shen Qing. With every passing moment, the energy she needs to reverse the sundial increases. If she delays for too long, it will easily be counterproductive.

If the energy expenditure is insufficient to cover the income, her actions at this moment will be meaningless.

Suddenly, Shen Qing's eyes focused and locked onto several familiar figures in the military formation.

In a blink of an eye, half an hour later.

The army stopped, set up camp on the spot, started to make fire and cook, and took a short rest.

Shen Qing was also wearing the Great Xia military armor and sneaked into the camp silently.

She walked slowly to a side tent, and suddenly attacked with force as sharp as the wind, dragging a young general with burn scars on his face into a corner.

"Southern Xinjiang."

Shen Qing lowered his voice, speaking the same words as the man: "I sensed the Heart-Eating Gu in your body, so I came to look for you."

When he heard the word "Nanjiang" and the heart-eating poison, the scarred man's expression suddenly changed, and uncontrollable fear appeared in his eyes.

He had vaguely suspected before that the woman was lying to him about the heart-eating poison.

After arriving at Song Ruilin's army, he asked military experts to help him investigate on the grounds of feeling unwell, but nothing was found.

Several months passed and there was no movement in his body. Over time, he almost forgot about it.

But now the appearance of the person in front of him made him feel a little desperate.

"It's over. The Heart-Eating Gu is real."

The woman from southern Xinjiang before had only the fourth level of acquired realm skills, while the man in front of him was a top master who had achieved innate realm skills. Their figure and voice were also completely different. There was no way they could be the same person.

So many people from southern Xinjiang have traveled thousands of miles across the territory of Daxia to come to Qianzhou. There must be some hidden conspiracy.

The more he thought about it, the colder he felt in his heart. He asked in a trembling voice, "Senior, what do you want me to do?"

Shen Qing took out a geomancy map from his pocket and said in a deep voice:

"Mark out the current positions of Daxia's various armies, including Yang Zongxi's current location. I will help you remove the poison when I'm done."

"I am just a centurion, I don't know much..."

The scarred man swallowed his saliva and gritted his teeth and said, "Please wait patiently. I will go to the commander's tent and try my best to satisfy you."

Shen Qing was not afraid of his clever tricks and signaled him to go and come back quickly.

Half a moment later, the scarred man turned around again and marked out more than a dozen marching routes on the feng shui map brought by Shen Qing, and noted the approximate number of troops in each route.

"Which armies have masters in charge? Which army is Yang Zongxi in now?" Shen Qing glanced at the geomancy map and asked.

"An army of more than 50,000 soldiers basically has a Grandmaster. Your Majesty is currently in the Zhenbei Camp."

Scarface pointed at a point on the map, feeling a little nervous. Shen Qing's repeated mention of Yang Zongxi had already made him think of a horrifying possibility.

"Zhenbei Camp..."

Shen Qing seemed to be thinking about something, and asked again: "How many soldiers are there in the Zhenbei Camp? Is there a Grand Master in the camp?"

"This... I really don't know." Scarface lowered his head and said hesitantly, "But in the Zhenbei camp, there are at least 150,000 troops stationed there for a long time. I think there must be some grandmasters."

A cold wind suddenly blew, and when Scarface raised his head again, there was no one in front of him.

When he came to his senses, he collapsed to the ground for a moment, his back covered in cold sweat and his heart pounding like a drum.