Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

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In the distant mountains, birds and beasts scattered in alarm.

Outside the Zhou Family's Manor, the head of the Wolf Demon exploded, fragments scattering in every direction, painting the ground in a radiating pattern of red and white.

The crimson blood seeped into the dried earth, blossoming like roses in full bloom, vivid and striking.

Shen Qing glanced briefly towards the two dark iron arrows near the Wolf Demon's corpse, reached out, and grasped one with a sudden exertion of force.

The heavy dark iron Heavy Arrow seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, pulling free from the soil, as the arrowhead gleamed with a cold light under the blazing sun.

With an impassive expression, Shen Qing transformed the arrow into a blade.

A dark glint flashed, and the sharp arrowhead sliced open the chest of the Wolf Demon.

Suddenly, a faint scent of blood mingled with the peculiar fluctuations of demonic energy permeated the air.

Shen Qing reached inside, pulling out a round, lustrous Demon Core imbued with potent demonic power.

A gentle green glow emanated from its surface, resembling a piece of jade.

This Demon Core was of even finer quality than the Eagle Demon's Core he had previously vanquished, sufficient for Shen Xiaoshan and others to refine into medicinal prescriptions.

Shen Qing gazed intently at the Demon Core, his eyes gleaming with a hint of joy as he discreetly tucked it away into his bosom.

At this moment, the bolder villagers cautiously emerged from their homes, creeping towards Shen Qing after witnessing the silence there.

Upon seeing the enormous Wolf Demon corpse and Shen Qing standing triumphantly beside it, their expressions turned solemn, regarding Shen Qing with a gaze of awe and reverence.

The others, realizing the place was safe, were driven by intense curiosity to flock there.

When Shen Qing moved away from the Wolf Demon's remains, the onlookers finally snapped out of their initial shock, their faces a mix of disbelief and complex emotions.

Moments later, murmurs and whispers began to fill the air, the scene becoming extraordinarily noisy.

"Oh my, how did he do it?" a woodcutter clad in coarse cotton clothing spoke first, his voice trembling with excitement: "So many of us were captured by it..."

A middle-aged woman, part of the woodcutter's family, wiped at her eyes with her sleeve, apparently reminded of many misfortunes, her heart aching with sadness.

"Who would've thought this officer was even more formidable than the young Master Zhou of our town? If our town is guarded by this officer, we won't fear those magical beasts' invasions ever again."

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For a time, the populace of Changqiao Town was abuzz with discussion.

Shen Qing didn't engage much with them.

He walked slowly back to the entrance of the Zhou Family's manor, noticing that the servants who had fled in fear of the Wolf Demon had somehow resurfaced.

Among them were a few familiar faces.

Shen Qing looked at one of the highest-ranked servants and asked: "Do you know about your master's collusion with the Wolf Demon?"

The servant trembled all over, remaining silent.

Shen Qing extended a finger towards him, saying: "I'm giving you one more chance. One, two..."

With a thud, the servant named by Shen Qing fell to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly in pleas for mercy: "Spare me, officer, spare my life. I was forced by the master... If we didn't comply, he would have fed us to the demons, spare us, officer."

Following his lead, the other servants also knelt to beg for mercy.

Shen Qing retracted his fingers and said: "I heard your master raised several demons in town, there should be a few left, take me to them!"

The kneeling servants all turned their gaze to a fair-skinned servant.

Realizing he could not evade the situation, the servant reluctantly stood up, speaking with a trembling voice: "This way, sir, I'll take you..."

"Lead the way!"

Shen Qing slung the Heavy Bow over his shoulder, his waist adorned with the Arrow Quiver, following the servant at a steady pace.

The servant lowered his head, hurriedly darting towards a secluded corner outside the town.

In no time, the servant from Village Chief Zhou's household had led him to an old house.

"Sir, this is the place." The servant spoke in a low voice, his face ghostly pale.

Shen Qing noticed the mottled bloodstains on the ground and raised an eyebrow involuntarily, taking a few steps forward.

The farther he went, the stronger the stench became.

Standing before the rickety wooden door of the shack, the odor seemed almost tangible, a thick and vile presence.

Suppressing the nausea and physical discomfort stirring within him, Shen Qing maintained a composed demeanor, slowly pushing open the wooden door.

With a creak, the door opened.

What Shen Qing saw inside made his expression turn incomparably grim.

The light in the room was dim, only allowing a few strands of weak illumination through the shattered window, revealing the room stained in a deep crimson.

Blood had once splattered everywhere, leaving marks that had now dried.

A closer look revealed scattered, gnawed human bones, vividly red.

A small wolf emerged from the shadows of the room, gnawing on a large leg bone playfully.

Upon seeing Shen Qing, it dropped the bone, baring its teeth and growling low.

Just then, a gray-furred arm stretched out from the darkness, grabbing the small wolf by the neck and tossing it aside.

"Why are you so late today? Where's the promised fresh meat?"

In the dim room, a massive Mother of Wolf Demon sat poised on the ground.

Its eyes glowed with a ghostly green light, holding a bloody arm under its claws.

As it spoke, it tore flesh from the limb without expression, its sharp gaze fixed on Shen Qing: "If you let my precious little ones starve, I won't hesitate to devour you alive, regardless of your skin."

Shen Qing's gaze sharpened, the arm the Wolf Demon was gnawing on seemed familiar.

Scanning the area revealed a Guardian Martial Department uniform lying on the ground, along with a fallen Dagger.

"What is it, I'm speaking to you?" The Mother of Wolf Demon lifted its head, its dining interrupted, it growled at Shen Qing, baring its fangs in displeasure.

Shen Qing could see the strips of flesh hanging from them, suppressing his contempt, he spoke impassively: "There won't be any fresh meat today, perhaps you should consider a change of taste."

With that, Shen Qing raised his right hand, extended two fingers.

With a subtle motion, a faint True Qi began to form between his fingertips, suddenly shooting out.

The Mother of Wolf Demon had no time to react, the condensed flick of a finger exploded upon the demon's eye.

"Ah!"

Her eyeball was blasted away by Shen Qing's True Qi, leaving only empty sockets, silent streams of blood tears trickled from the hollow orbits.

"I'll kill you!"

Maintaining a steely expression, Shen Qing swiftly formed a seal, True Qi surging, concentrated into his hands.

With a low roar, the unmatchable True Qi imbued hand seal crashed down upon the Mother of Wolf Demon's ash-gray fur.

Radiating light surged from his palm, akin to the blazing sun piercing through clouds and rocks, breaching her defenses to reach her flesh.

The Mother of Wolf Demon's body quivered violently, as if seared by invisible flames, pain and terror intermingling, a hint of undisguised fear flickering in her void, lifeless eyes.

Shen Qing calmly withdrew his palm from the Mother of Wolf Demon's fur, reaching down to pick up the fallen Dagger, slowly drawing the blade from its sheath.

His expression twisted into a vicious snarl, seething with rage.

Abruptly, gathering all his strength at that moment into his right arm, he delivered a clean, decisive slash at the Mother of Wolf Demon's neck, without a hint of hesitation.

"Demons, all must die!"

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