From the Valkyrie to the Endless

If the so-called human-demon is the descendant of the gods, then the current Daxia, although seemingly peaceful, is actually in danger.

Once the power of the descendants of gods is fully awakened, the so-called martial arts masters are no match for them. It is equivalent to a human-shaped nuclear weapon and a national treasure.

The descendants of some powerful gods have even more amazing power. It is not a joke for one person to sweep the world. It is extremely dangerous.

"Speaking of human demons, have you heard that something big happened in the Imperial Capital?"

"The Demon Slayer from Qianzhou is not dead. He showed up in the imperial capital and started a killing spree. A martial arts master was beaten to death on the spot."

"Hiss... That devil is still alive?!"

"Not only that, I also heard that this devil seems to be similar to Shen Lie..."

despair--

Just as Shen Qing was listening intently, there was a crisp sound and a dozen copper coins were dropped at her feet.

She was startled and raised her head. There were five or six people standing not far in front of her, both men and women. The weapons in their hands were inlaid with gold and jade, and it was obvious at a glance that they were of extraordinary status.

The leader was a man in his early twenties dressed in white, with a handsome face, a refined aura, glowing skin, and abundant blood. He was obviously an innate martial artist.

At this age, to have such accomplishments can be said to be an outstanding talent.

"Take it and buy some food."

Seeing Shen Qing stunned, as if in disbelief, the man in white spoke with a smile, his face gentle.

Shen Qing lowered his head, looking at his cloth shoes that were almost worn out and his coarse linen clothes that were covered in dust, and suddenly he understood.

For the past half month, she had been living in the open air all the way. Without an identity pass, she couldn't even enter the city and could only seek supplies in deserted villages and towns.

There is no need to mention the horses, which are a strategic reserve resource. Daxia has extremely strict supervision and every horse must be registered. It is impossible to get them without going through normal channels.

Under such circumstances, although she was not often hungry, she was also dusty and looked very embarrassed. It was not surprising that she was regarded as a homeless beggar by this group of people.

"Thank you, young hero."

Shen Qing did not refute. He honestly picked up the copper coins on the ground, counted them, and then put them in his arms.

There are fourteen in total, enough to buy seven meat buns.

She has no income now and is living off her savings, so every penny counts.

What's more, practicing martial arts requires a lot of money, and medicinal baths and food supplements are all indispensable, and money is never enough.

The man in white nodded slightly and walked into the tea stall.

Seeing the attire of this group of people, the tea stall, which was originally noisy, fell silent in an instant.

In the crowded teahouse, a table suddenly became vacant without anyone noticing.

These people were obviously not surprised by this situation. They just sat down and started talking as if no one was around.

A woman in a purple dress took a sip of tea, frowned slightly, put down the teacup, and said slowly:

"Brother, the imperial court actually took out a treasure like the Awakening Pill for this martial arts competition. I'm afraid they have other intentions. Most of the famous martial arts masters in the martial arts world are tempted."

The Awakening Pill is the most terrifying elixir in the hands of the Great Xia State Master, and it can help the martial arts master to break through the realm by force.

This is also the reason why the imperial court can suppress the world. Most martial arts masters are willing to serve the imperial court just for this awakening pill.

Reaching the realm of a martial arts grandmaster, one’s life span can be extended by a hundred years, which is equivalent to being a god on earth. Who wouldn’t be tempted?

However, this kind of precious elixir has been extinct for decades, and even in the imperial court, it has not been heard of for a long time.

"The Emperor of Daxia simply wants to use this pill as bait to lure many masters into the trap, thereby dividing Qianzhou and swallowing it all in one gulp."

The man in white shook his head slightly, his eyes cold:

"How can he get everything he wants?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 10 Heavy damage

The Martial Arts Conference is a grand ceremony held every ten years in Da Xia, bringing together new martial artists from all over the world and veterans from all sides to exchange martial arts.

Since the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, martial arts competitions have been the most coveted venue for people in the martial arts world. It is not uncommon to hear stories of becoming famous in one battle, being selected by the court, and being granted titles of nobility and appointed as generals.

However, since the issuance of the ban on weapons, the scale of the last martial arts competition has been reduced by more than a hundred times. It was only held in a corner of Qianzhou, and the imperial court did not even send anyone to participate.

That martial arts competition did produce several martial arts newcomers, but they disappeared within a few years. Some died inexplicably in the wilderness, while others' bodies could not even be found.

No one except the imperial court could do such a thing.

Today's Qianzhou is equivalent to a country within a country.

Although there are government offices in various places, the actual holders of power are still the major martial arts sects.

The emperor's orders did not extend beyond the provincial capital. Some sects claimed to have more than 10,000 disciples, but in fact they were just private armies.

No king would tolerate such a special existence in his territory.

Now that the imperial court has suddenly taken out such a precious treasure as the Awakening Pill, it is undoubtedly to send a signal to Qianzhou.

The imperial court has once again possessed the power to create a martial arts grandmaster. Once the imperial court holds more cards than Qianzhou, Qianzhou will change hands in an instant, and these martial arts masters will all suffer a devastating disaster.

This martial arts competition was clearly a warning from the imperial court before it showed its fangs, and it was even an attempt to take over Qianzhou without bloodshed.

"The imperial court is still the imperial court. I am afraid that it will be difficult for our small corner of Qianzhou to resist. If a war breaks out, the common people will suffer."

The woman in the purple dress sighed softly, with worry showing in her brows.

"Don't worry. Fourteen years have passed. The Demon Slayer has become even more powerful. He only used two moves to kill the Grandmaster."

The man in white sneered, "The imperial court can no longer handle this situation, so we want to ask for help from you seniors to jointly fight the demons. This martial arts meeting is because the imperial court has something to ask of our martial arts sects."

Hearing what he said, everyone around him had different expressions and some gasped.

He killed the world's martial arts grandmaster with just two moves. Who else can stop this devil?

Outside the tea stall, Shen Qing stood up slowly, without listening any further, and continued along the official road, heading deep into Qianzhou.

The dispute between the imperial court and Qianzhou is too complicated, but it has little to do with her at the moment.

Find a remote town, hide your identity, practice martial arts, and after two years, return to the imperial capital to help Yu Zhen escape. This is the real thing to do.

As for the Demon Slayer, Shen Qing could only hope that his intelligence had not been completely corroded by the divine blood. If he really became a thoroughly evil god and fully awakened, the entire Da Xia would be in danger of a bloody catastrophe.

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The management of Qianzhou is quite chaotic. It is not an exaggeration to say that knights break the law with force. In the case files of every county government, there are hundreds of unsolved cases.

Only two days after entering Qianzhou, Shen Qing witnessed two robberies and one murder in the street.

People who practice martial arts have vigorous energy and blood, and most of them have violent tempers. It is normal for them to draw their swords against each other over a disagreement. It is not uncommon for them to involve a wider range of people and even lead to the destruction of their entire family.

The imperial court's ban on military power was not without reason. Without moral principles and ethics, the world would be in chaos. For ordinary people, their future would be in danger, so how could they live and work in peace?

Now Shen Qing's appearance, which was almost like that of a homeless child, gave her a layer of protection, so she did not encounter much trouble.

The development of Qianzhou is obviously not as good as that of other prefectures. There are not many cities, and it is not certain whether there is a decent city in an area of ​​dozens of miles.

Moreover, the official road was crowded with people, and there would be bandits robbing on the road from time to time, so it would be easy to be implicated. Shen Qing could only take some rugged mountain roads to avoid roads that could be passed by carriages and horses.

In the deep forest and bushes, Shen Qing, holding a dagger, cleared a path forward and slowly moved forward along the traces left by some mountain hunters.

She had asked someone for directions. Twenty miles ahead was a small town with a population of over 100,000. The city was ruled by a military general of the imperial court who had reached the level of innateness, so the security in the city was relatively good.

Once there, she could rest for a while...

whoosh-

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

Before Shen Qing could react, his chest and abdomen felt heavy, as if he was hit by a mad bison. The sound of bones breaking was faintly heard, and the whole person flew backwards and rolled three or five steps.

An arrow made of fine steel pierced through Shen Qing's thin body, and then nailed onto a century-old tree, more than five inches into the wood. It vibrated and hummed, and bright red blood kept dripping from the arrow feathers.

A few breaths later, the sound of horse hooves was heard and a cry of surprise was heard.

"My lord, this is bad, someone is hurt!"

A middle-aged man got off his horse, raised his foot and turned Shen Qing over, frowning slightly:

"The arrow went through his back and pierced his lungs. He's dead."

"What bad luck! I thought it was a wild deer from the noise I made."

The young man in brocade robe sitting on the horse frowned immediately, looked at Shen Qing, and said with a sigh: "Forget it, this little beggar has a bad fate, send him to the mass grave, give him some respect."

Shen Qing lay among the fallen leaves, her eyes wide open, lifeless, her mouth and nose filled with blood, her lungs pierced so that her breath was now filled with blood foam, and she almost smelled the scent of the underworld.

Her consciousness gradually faded, and she could only vaguely feel a rope tied around her waist and abdomen, dragging her onto the horse's back, and after a long bumpy ride, she finally landed on the ground again.

The moment he landed, Shen Qing's consciousness completely dissipated and he sank into darkness.

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When Shen Qing opened his eyes again in a daze, he saw an empty starry sky in front of him.

After looking around for a while, Shen Qing realized that it was an abandoned Taoist temple. Half of the roof had collapsed, and the statue of the Taoist ancestor enshrined there was already broken, with only half a piece of earth left whose shape could not be seen clearly.

"You're not dead."

Just as Shen Qing was stunned, a figure hurried into the ruined temple and squatted in front of her.

He was a little beggar, who looked no more than eight or nine years old. He was extremely thin, his face was covered with mud, and his hair was disheveled. If it weren't for his clear voice, one wouldn't even be able to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

"You saved me?"

Shen Qing sorted out her thoughts before she fell into a coma. It was obvious that she was accidentally injured while hunting and then thrown into a mass grave.

"Yeah, I was just thinking of taking off some clothes and digging you out, but when I saw you were still breathing, I brought you back."

The little beggar propped up his chin and nodded, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes: "I thought you wouldn't survive."

Those thrown into the mass grave were all nameless and their clothes were basically stripped off. It was not easy to find someone with clothes on.

"..."