From the Valkyrie to the Endless

After a while, Shen Qing turned his head to look at Zhao Yu, reached out and touched her head, and said with a smile:

"You still have one wish left to fulfill. What do you want me to do for you?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yu suddenly raised his head, with uncontrollable surprise in his eyes.

She couldn't help but twist her body and moved closer to Shen Qing. After calming down her excitement, she cautiously asked:

"Or... just stay by my side..."

"it is good."

Shen Qing nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Seeing Shen Qing agreed so readily, Zhao Yu suddenly felt a sense of unreality. For a moment, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise. Looking at the setting sun gradually sinking in the sky, it was more pleasing to the eye than usual.

Shen Qing looked up and stared into the void. A light curtain invisible to ordinary people was hanging in the air. The sundial slowly turned, and two lines of clear words appeared on one side.

[Current time and space coordinates: Daxia Dynasty, the 33rd year of Longyuan calendar, spring.]

[Expected duration of stay: five years, eight months and fourteen days. ]

Anyway, she doesn't have much time left...

rustling—

With the sound of flapping wings, a carrier pigeon fell from the sky and landed on Shen Qing's shoulder.

Shen Qing reached out and took the mailbox, opened it, took a quick glance, and had an idea in his mind.

It’s a letter from Liu Kunnan.

This morning, Yang Zongxian announced that there would be no court tomorrow. All ministers were to stay at home temporarily and were not allowed to go out without the emperor's order. The concubines in the palace, along with the serving maids and eunuchs, were temporarily dismissed and resettled out of the palace.

Now, Yang Zongxian is the only one left in the palace.

It was obvious that Yang Zongxian had known Shen Qing's plan in advance, and in order to avoid causing too much trouble, he dismissed all the outsiders first.

"That's fine..."

Shen Qing whispered something, called Hao Yun to get paper and pen, and wrote a letter back to Liu Kunnan.

There were not many words in the letter, only six words.

[Tomorrow at 11:00 a.m., slay the dragon]

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Boom——

In the early morning, spring thunder roars, and gentle breeze and drizzle fall from the clouds, showering the world.

Compared with summer, the rain at this time is more gentle, and compared with winter, it is less severe, moistening everything silently.

Under the city of Shengyang, a group of soldiers were changing shifts. Taking advantage of the fact that there were no generals watching them, they took shelter from the rain under the city wall.

An old soldier with a head full of white hair, with a hunched back, slowly took off his armor and let out a long sigh.

"Congratulations, Lao Tang, you've finally retired."

"Congratulations! You will be able to enjoy a peaceful life from now on."

A group of soldiers guarding the city gathered around and congratulated him.

After retiring from the army, the court will provide for your life with a salary, so you won't have to worry about the future and can return home safely to live out your life in peace.

Over the years, the imperial capital has been ravaged, with earth-shaking wars happening one after another. Now that it has been peaceful for a few years, it can be said that it has gradually recovered.

The guards in front of the city gate were also replaced one batch after another. Tang Yan looked around and saw many young faces in recent years. He smiled helplessly.

I wonder how many of these people in front of me can live to be his age.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. No matter what, he finally made it to this day and didn't have to worry anymore.

"In this horrible weather, there are still people getting up so early to go into the city?"

A soldier guarding the city turned around and looked outside the city gate, and couldn't help but mutter.

Tang Yan looked in the direction of the voice, narrowed his eyes, and his expression gradually changed.

The rain was pouring down like a bucket. People and animals could not be seen more than ten feet away. The official road became more muddy under the rain.

A black figure tore through the rain curtain and came towards the imperial capital. He walked on the muddy official road and arrived under the city wall in the blink of an eye.

The man was dressed in black, tall, with hair tied tightly behind his back. A silver mask covered his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

"Who is coming!"

All the soldiers defending the city noticed something was wrong, their expressions were tense, they walked in the rain, but there was not a bit of moisture on their bodies, and their boots were not stained with any mud or water, it was obvious that the man had achieved great success, with astonishing cultivation.

Shen Qing glanced at the soldiers, paused for a moment at the old soldier hiding behind the crowd, and walked straight through the door without saying a word. In a flash, his figure disappeared at the end of the long street.

A strong breeze blew on his face, and a faint fragrance that he often dreamed of in the middle of the night rushed into Tang Yan's nostrils, shocking him so much that cold sweat covered his back.

He would never forget this smell. From the day he smelled this smell, it seemed as if the death knell of Daxia had sounded.

Dangdang——

"Enemy attack!"

The shrill sound of bells echoed over the imperial city. The faces of the soldiers defending the city changed drastically. They roared at the top of their lungs, held their spears and charged into the rain, chasing after Shen Qing.

Defending the city is their duty. If they fail to do their duty and are held accountable by the court, they will be put to death. Now they can only make up for their mistakes.

Tang Yan, who stayed where he was, silently picked up his bag, walked out of the city gate, and disappeared at the end of the official road.

No matter what happened, it had nothing to do with him. The only thing he was worried about now was whether he could still receive the salary from Daxia.

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The entire imperial capital was in an uproar, with guards pouring out from every corner and gathering towards the palace.

No matter what time, guarding the palace is the top priority.

The Great Xia Divine Constable, dressed in black, with purple faces and silver waists, were interspersed among the army formations. At a glance, there were no less than several hundred of them.

Shen Qing went straight to the palace. She deliberately slowed down her pace and waited for these people to gather.

Liu Kunnan had said before that he had recalled all the people from the Great Xia Divine Constable Department back to the imperial capital. Today's imperial capital is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and masters are everywhere.

Shen Qing plans to take this opportunity to wipe out this force, which will be of great help to the future stability of the world.

If these people were scattered throughout the world, they would undoubtedly become an extremely troublesome force. Shen Qing does not have the energy to keep targeting them.

In front of the palace, there were crowds of people. The newly reorganized 3,000 cavalry battalion, together with tens of thousands of imperial guards, surrounded the palace.

These people are absolutely loyal to Daxia and are also loyal to the emperor of Daxia.

Shen Qing walked along the deserted street and arrived in front of the palace. What greeted him was the deafening sound of the whistling wind.

The arrows from powerful bows and crossbows covered the sky and even stopped the heavy rain from falling from the sky.

The strong energy mixed with starlight lingered around Shen Qing, and no arrow could come within ten feet of her.

The armored soldiers blocked her way, and Shen Qing's eyes were calm. When she entered the city, she had already anticipated that she would kill many people today.

hum-

The crisp sound of a sword echoed in the void. Shen Qing drew out the sword from his spirit ring. The dazzling sword light spanning a hundred feet surged like starlight. Without any pause, it slashed towards the army formation.

boom!

A figure fell from the sky and crushed the sword light.

"Your Majesty!" A cry of surprise came from the army.

"She is coming for me, please leave."

Yang Zongxian stood alone in front of the army formation and spoke softly. His black dragon robe with gold edges was gradually wetted by the rain.

For cultivators of this era, using strong Qi to avoid rain like Shen Qing is too luxurious a thing.

Correct typos first and then correct them

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 89: Rain and Smoke Fall, Cutting the Grass and Eradicating Its Roots

The imperial guards surrounding the imperial city retreated like the tide in the blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace.

"I didn't expect you to be still alive."

At the first sight, Yang Zongxian recognized Shen Qing's aura, and there was surprise in his tone:

"In just a few years, you have grown to this point. It seems that you really have demon blood. The Northern Territory has been in turmoil in recent years. The descendant of the Duke of Zhenguo has appeared to cause trouble. I think you are the one behind it."

Until this moment, he still believed that Shen Qing had been possessed by the devil and awakened his devil blood, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the speed at which Shen Qing's strength was improving.

"I'll take you on your way."

Shen Qing had no intention of talking nonsense with Yang Zongxian. His eyes were slightly cold, and the sword in his hand rose again. The sword light was like the Milky Way hanging down from the sky, tearing open the rain curtain. Without any hesitation, he slashed towards Yang Zongxian.

Yang Zongxian's eyes fixed, not because of the terrifying knife light, but because of the calmness in Shen Qing's voice. There was no trace of madness, which was inconsistent with the sign of being possessed by a demon.

The most important thing is that when Shen Qing made his move, he did not sense any blood power, only pure internal energy.

In an instant, the knife light was above his head. Yang Zongxian's face was stern. He did not choose to fight back, but stepped into the air.

boom!

The sword light fell into the palace, and the imperial road paved with a few feet thick bluestone began to crack inch by inch. The whole imperial city was shaking. The pavilions and palaces that had just been repaired collapsed again. The dust was rolled up several feet high and was pressed down by the heavy rain.

Shen Qing had just put away her sword and had not had time to search for Yang Zongxian's trace when, amid the sound of the dripping rain, a flash of blood suddenly appeared in the void and rushed towards her.

This was a blood-red flying sword with spiritual patterns engraved on the blade. It had no hilt or guard, and was specially designed for flying swords through the air. It made a piercing whistling sound in the air, and was extremely sharp and filled with murderous intent.

The sword came too fast, and Shen Qing didn't even have time to draw his sword to defend himself. He bent his waist and barely avoided it by half a body length.

The flying sword brushed past her cheek, and the overflowing sword energy tore through her mask, leaving a bloody mark on her cheek deep enough to see the bone.

Just a hair's breadth and the flying sword would have pierced her head.