From the Valkyrie to the Endless

"Senior." Shen Qing bowed.

Seeing Shen Qing, Sikong Yuan's eyes changed, and there was some spirit. After hearing the word "senior", his eyes became extremely strange, doubtful, hesitant, and slightly dim, and finally he smiled:

"Senior? I thought you had some outstanding qualities, but in the end..."

There was a hint of bitterness in his smile. Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and remained motionless.

Shen Qing was somewhat confused about what he meant. After waiting there for a long while, he approached him with caution.

Reaching out to feel Shen Qing's pulse, his eyes dimmed, his blood dried up, his internal organs were torn apart. It was not easy for him to hold on to this point. The pain that Sikong Yuan had to endure while running all the way with such a broken body was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Coming back to his senses, Shen Qing was about to collect the bodies, but suddenly his eyes fixed and he turned his head to look. At the end of the desert, more than a dozen black shadows were rapidly approaching from a distance. The two leading figures were incredibly fast, with surging red internal energy wrapped around their sides, and their aura was clearly visible, and it was obvious that they had reached the level of grandmaster.

This place is thousands of miles deep in the desert and sparsely populated. These people suddenly came here, and there are so many experts. Their purpose is obvious.

In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen black shadows came closer. When Shen Qing saw how they were dressed, a cold light flashed across his eyes.

Purple face and silver waist, the Great Xia Divine Detective!

Shen Qing stood up and stood in front of Sikong Yuan.

The actions of the Divine Constable were as decisive as ever. After getting closer, they realized that Sikong Yuan was dead, and without any hesitation, they chose to take action.

The two leading grandmasters drew their weapons from more than ten feet away, one sword and one knife, and slashed through the air with sword light and sword energy, attacking and killing.

Shen Qing exhaled lightly, arched his back slightly, crouched like a tiger, and drew his sword from the void.

"withdraw!"

Seeing the long sword suddenly appear, the two grandmasters realized something was wrong instantly. They were frightened and stopped moving forward. With a sharp roar, they withdrew without hesitation.

Before he finished speaking, the long sword in Shen Qing's hand had already slashed down, and the light was as cold as snow.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 83 Return to Qianzhou, Liu Xiang's invitation

At dusk in the desert, the red sun gradually sinks into the earth.

Under the vast sky, there is endless yellow sand, the scorching heat gradually dissipates, and the cold air rises.

More than a dozen corpses were half-buried in the sand, with their heads and bodies separated.

The sound of rustling footsteps was heard, and another group of figures rushed over, with the same purple faces and silver waists, and they were subordinate to the Great Xia Divine Constable.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, several detectives were silent. They whistled to summon falcons and sent a message to the imperial capital.

The deserted island is too far away from the imperial capital, and due to the harsh climate in the desert, carrier pigeons can no longer survive, so they can only rely on falcons.

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Bang!

The jade cup fell to the ground, and the crisp sound echoed in the Golden Palace.

Yang Zongxian's face was gloomy. The horrific wound on his neck had healed, but his skin was still abnormally pale and bloodless.

The Golden Palace was sparsely populated. More than half of the ministers and generals from all sides were killed or injured, and the rest were still fleeing outside and had not returned.

If Yang Zongxian had not informed some important officials in advance, there might not be many people in the Golden Palace now.

Upon learning that Sikong Yuan had disappeared again, Yang Zongxian could no longer sit still.

Given Sikong Yuan's irrational state at that time, he would never run away even if he found those detectives who were tracking him. After killing those detectives, he would still continue to cause trouble.

In the current situation, there are only two possibilities. One is that Sikong Yuan has regained consciousness, and the other is that he has secret help.

Either possibility is not good news for Yang Zongxian.

"Your Majesty, please calm down and take care of your health."

Liu Kunnan took a step forward, bowed and said, "That demon's methods were treacherous, and the detectives must have done their best."

"That's all."

Yang Zongxian closed his eyes, slumped down on the dragon chair, and lightly frowned:

"I will issue an imperial decree. I will be in seclusion to recuperate in the next few days. I will hand over the affairs of the court to Prime Minister Liu. I will grant him the power to execute first and report later. All prefectures and cities will be exempted from taxes for one year. They must open their granaries, pacify the people, prevent the displaced from their homes and prevent unrest. They must first burn the bodies and bury the bones to prevent the plague."

"I obey your order." Liu Kunnan bowed and accepted the order.

In this battle, not only was the entire imperial capital almost razed to the ground, but the rest of the continents were also affected. It would take more than a few days to recover.

Everyone in the Golden Palace had a gloomy look on their faces. They all knew in their hearts that the strong foundation of Daxia had begun to shake amidst the successive major changes.

"Your Majesty, the heir to the throne is the foundation of the country. The world is changing rapidly and people's hearts are unsettled. I hope Your Majesty will consider reopening the harem to expand the royal family and consolidate the country."

"That is exactly what should be done. I hope Your Majesty will think about this carefully."

Several officials spoke up to advise the emperor one after another. They all had one thing in common, which was that they were all young, in their twenties and not yet thirty.

The older officials, including Liu Kunnan, remained silent.

"I will consider this matter. Let's go."

Yang Zongxian waved his hand. At this moment, he no longer had this thought in mind.

"I'm waiting to retire."

Liu Kunnan bowed, his eyes drooping and his gaze obscure.

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Qianzhou.

This area near the Northern Territory is the only place Sikong Yuan has never set foot on. Perhaps his remaining consciousness has made him avoid this former homeland.

Under the moonlight, the mountains are majestic, the continuous mountain ranges are like lying beasts, the mountain wind sweeps, and the forest is like waves.

Surrounded by mountains, there is a quiet valley with shady green trees, and a brand new tomb rises from the ground.

There are no words on the stele, and it looks somewhat desolate under the hazy moonlight.

Countless people died at the hands of Sikong Yuan. If someone happened to pass by with words engraved on it, it would definitely cause trouble.

What's more, Sikong Yuan had no descendants, so no one would come to worship him a hundred years later, and there was no need to leave his name behind.

"Sister, won't you come back to the Northern Territory with me?"

Upon hearing Fu Chan's plan, Shen Qing frowned slightly. Fu Chan was powerless and it was too dangerous for him to stay alone in the mountains.

"I have to guard his tomb. Leaving him alone would be a bit lonely."

Looking at the brand new mausoleum, Fu Chan smiled and said, "No one will disturb us here. It's quite quiet."

Seeing Shen Qing frowning slightly, Fu Chan spoke again: "Don't worry, Sikong Yuan taught me the way to practice, I will find a way to protect myself. There are villages and towns more than ten miles away, I won't die without people."

Hearing this, Shen Qing couldn't help but remain silent. Just as Sikong Yuan had said at the beginning, Fu Chan was an individual and had the right to choose her own future. She had no reason to stop Fu Chan.

After pondering for a moment, Fu Chan raised her hand, pulled out a hairpin from behind her head, and handed it to Shen Qing.

"What is this?" Shen Qing was a little confused.

The hairpin is emerald green all over, and looks like a whole piece, with only an inconspicuous crack in the middle.

"My father was beheaded for corruption and bribery. Before the house was confiscated, he gave me this hairpin and told me to grit my teeth and survive. If I could escape from the Jiaofang Bureau in the future, I should break this hairpin, saying that there is a way to survive."

Fu Chan sighed softly, with bitterness in her eyes: "On the second night I entered the Jiaofangsi, I felt like I couldn't live anymore, so I broke the jade hairpin directly."

Shen Qing did not respond. The hardships in the Jiaofang Bureau were far beyond what ordinary people could endure. Even with someone taking care of her, Fu Chan's life was not easy over the years.

"In this hairpin, there is a letter and a map. My father left me a legacy. I don't know what it is exactly. It is far away in southern Xinjiang."

"When I sent you away from the Jiaofang Bureau, I originally planned to give you this hairpin, but Southern Xinjiang is not an ordinary place, and I was afraid of causing you trouble, so I didn't mention it."

Fu Chan held Shen Qing's hand tightly and said in a deep voice:

"You are someone who wants to do great things. I don't know whether this thing will be of any use to you, but at least it will be better than nothing."

Shen Qing did not refuse and took the jade hairpin, but she did not really plan to go.

The inheritance of a third-rank minister is probably just some gold and silver, which is of little use to her. But if she refuses it now, Fu Chan will feel bad, because this is the way of life her father left for her after all.

Shen Qing carefully put away the jade hairpin, took out a few bottles of pills and silver and handed them to Fu Chan. Fu Chan also did not refuse, she really needed these things now.

"I'll come to see you again when I have time."

Shen Qing lit three incense sticks, bowed in front of the grave, and turned to leave.

Yang Zongxian is not dead yet, she still has a lot to do.

It won't be long before Qianzhou will be hers, and it will be much easier to take care of Fu Chan then.

After Shen Qing left, Fu Chan gently stroked the tombstone in front of her and remained silent for a long time.

The temperature from the fingertips is rough and cold.

The person lying in the tomb was not a human demon, nor the Demon Slayer, but just a man named Sikong Yuan.

Like Sikong Yuan, she was alone and had no one to turn to.

There is never anything perfect in the world. She had an unlucky life, and Sikong Yuan also suffered a lot in his life.

Before this, she still held some unrealistic fantasies in her heart. Perhaps... meeting Sikong Yuan would be the beginning of her good luck. The moment she was taken out of the Jiaofangsi by Sikong Yuan, her heart, which had been dead for many years, seemed to come alive and regained the long-lost vitality.

It’s a pity that the flowers that bloom suddenly will also wither suddenly. After being blown by the cold winter wind, even the petals will eventually disappear without a trace.

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Northern Territory.

Silver Fang City.

A few days ago, this place was the capital of a powerful country, but now, the Zhao royal flag has been hoisted.

Shen Qing walked under the moonlight, entered the capital, and went straight into the central palace.

The palace is heavily guarded, with several masters taking turns to guard it, ensuring that not a single leak can occur.