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

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Hearing Shen Qing inquire about the Huangfu family, Huang Furo's face darkened, as if recalling many unpleasant memories. Enjoy new chapters from empire

Seeing this, Shen Qing raised an eyebrow and continued, "If it's inconvenient for you, we can just forget it."

With that, he urged his spiritual power, refining the essence of the meat he had just eaten, and exhaled a breath of turbid air. His swollen belly diminished slightly.

"It's nothing much to talk about, just some well-known facts. If you're interested, you can find out about it," Huang Furo spoke softly.

Shen Qing straightened his posture to indicate he was listening.

"The Huangfu family entered the court during the reign of the Emperor of the Great Zhou. At that time, talents from our family emerged, quickly excelling in the court. We were valued by the Ji Family's Emperor, who is now known as the Ji Family's Patriarch. Later, under the Emperor's guidance, we led the task of gathering the Martial Mechanisms across the world, serving him tirelessly for many years and achieving great merit."

Hearing this, Shen Qing was slightly taken aback.

He didn't expect that the task of gathering the Martial Mechanisms of the world was the work of the Huangfu family.

"Our Huangfu family was illustrious for a time, but after the great task was accomplished, the Emperor abdicated to focus on cultivation. Unfortunately, the Crown Prince died suddenly, implicating our ancestors, causing the Huangfu family to fall from grace."

"Later, some talented members emerged within the Huangfu family, but unfortunately, they were caught in the Jing Luan Assembly, and only one in ten survived. With the court's old acquaintances continually falling, our Huangfu family has been reduced to this state."

After Huang Furo finished narrating, Shen Qing was not surprised at all.

The cunning hare dies, and the hound is cooked.

It had always been this way throughout history.

Even in this world, it was no exception.

"That's about it. Do you have more questions?" Huang Furo looked at Shen Qing and said.

Shen Qing pondered for a moment, grasping a key point, "Lord Huangfu, you mentioned the Jing Luan Assembly. What is it? I've never heard of it."

"It's normal if you haven't heard of it. It's a rule set by the Emperor, held once every sixty years."

"Each time, the top one hundred survivors of the Jing Luan Assembly have the chance to enter the Ji Family Temple, becoming the backbone of the Ji family. It's an opportunity to rise rapidly and enjoy endless wealth and honor."

"If we calculate, it seems there aren't many years left until the next Jing Luan Assembly," Huang Furo glanced at Shen Qing with a wry smile, "Perhaps you might encounter it."

"The top one hundred survivors?" Shen Qing noticed something in Huang Furo's expression and pressed, "Is there something more to this Jing Luan Assembly?"

Huang Furo looked at Shen Qing and said, "You know that with each breakthrough in a martial master's cultivation, their lifespan increases, correct?"

Shen Qing nodded, "Of course, I know that. The Qi Hai Realm can extend lifespan by ten years, Yu Luo Realm by fifty years, and the Spirit Void Realm can extend it by three hundred years. These things are common knowledge."

Huang Furo said, "Then have you considered, with unchanged cultivation resources, what happens when these old martial artists remain undying, and new ones keep emerging? Can the Ji Family Temple still sustain its resources for cultivation?"

"Are you saying the Jing Luan Assembly is used to manage the martial masters?"

Huang Furo gently nodded.

At this time, for some reason, a scene appeared in Shen Qing's mind about the Taiping County Magistrate gathering numerous martial masters to exterminate the tiger demon.

The two seemed to be similar in strategy.

Huang Furo said, "The Ji Family court limits the rapid growth of martial masters by collecting Martial Arts and screening talents across the world, holding a Jing Luan Assembly every sixty years to control their numbers."

"Using the Qi Hai Realm as a threshold, up to the Innate Realm, no noble family member, official's child, or Jianghu martial artist can avoid it. Each assembly involves no fewer than a hundred thousand participants, but only about one percent survive."

Hearing this, a chill ran through Shen Qing, "Isn't this, in essence, a slaughter among martial masters?"

"Indeed," Huang Furo sighed deeply, "But it's also a grand feast on the Great Zhou Temple where rights are redistributed."

Shen Qing remained silent after hearing this.

He understood Huang Furo's implied meaning.

Placing martial masters from the Qi Hai Realm to the Innate Realm in one place was inherently unfair competition; those with lower cultivation were basically sent to their death.

Yet, for the wealthy families, sending Innate Realm Guardians to support their descendants virtually guaranteed effortless victory, securing temple privileges.

The Jing Luan Assembly was a disaster and one-sided slaughter for powerless martial artists, while it was a rare opportunity for power and advantage for the powerful families.

"Focus on cultivating and improving your strength," Huang Furo advised solemnly.

"Thank you for enlightening me, my lord," Shen Qing clasped his hands respectfully.

After talking for a while, he felt thirsty, stepped forward, and took out two water bags, finding them empty.

Shen Qing lifted the two water bags, "I'll fetch some water."

He strode out, hanging the water bags at his waist, carrying a bow and a knife, heading towards the forest.

The autumn breeze blew gently.

In the distance, the layers of mountains, dyed by autumn, stood distinguishably, with shades of green, gold, and fiery red interwoven.

Not far behind the Mountain God Temple, a spring trickled, clear to the bottom.

A few fallen leaves floated on the water, drifting along the current.

Occasionally, squirrels could be seen busily scurrying through the woods, gathering autumn fruits in preparation for the upcoming winter.

Shen Qing brushed away the floating leaves, pulled the stopper from the waterskin, and submerged it in the spring.

The spring gushed into the waterskin.

After a moment, Shen Qing drank his fill from the water bag, then refilled both before preparing to return.

While walking along the forest path, he suddenly felt the sky grow dim.

Shen Qing let out a light exclamation and looked up into the sky.

The sun, hanging in the sky, had already been largely obscured by a black veil without him knowing when, losing its light.

In the sky, it seemed as if a great hand had torn a gash, revealing the black abyss within.

"What is this..."

Shen Qing's face changed drastically, full of confusion.

Not daring to linger, he activated the Da Xu Technique, and with a step, his figure flickered, appearing before the Mountain God Temple.

Huang Furo was already aware of the unusual phenomenon and stood at the door, looking skyward.

She asked Shen Qing, "What's happening?"

Shen Qing shook his head, about to speak when suddenly, an extremely dazzling radiant light erupted from the bottom of the enigmatic abyss, piercing the darkness, and descended directly.

In an instant, the entire world seemed to be illuminated.

Boom!

The radiant light plummeted into a mountain peak not far away, emitting an earth-shattering roar.

The ground trembled violently, stirring up infinite dust and airwaves.

The surrounding air seemed distorted by this power.

"Be careful!" Huang Furo shouted, instinctively shielding Shen Qing.

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