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

The Magic Skill passed down by Lan Gongliang wasn't very complex, and with the enhancement from the panel, Shen Qing quickly mastered it completely.

"You try it," Lan Gongliang lifted his chin to indicate.

Without any hesitation, Shen Qing concentrated fully, stepped forward to activate the Magic Skill, and released a strand of Divine Thought that intertwined around the Hundred Treasure Pouch.

Unlike any previous Martial Arts he'd encountered, this skill involved a strand of Divine Sense, which bore some similarities to his Great Void Shifting Technique and carried a hint of the flavor from the Ancient Times.

With a thought, the Hundred Treasure Pouch in his palm suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

Under the irrigation of Shen Qing's Spiritual Power, the runes on the surface of the pouch lit up one by one, intertwining into a series of mysterious patterns, emitting waves of powerful fluctuations.

"Go!"

Shen Qing shouted lightly, tossing the Hundred Treasure Pouch into the void.

The pouch swelled against the wind, quickly growing from the size of a palm to a three-foot cloth bag.

Its mouth slowly opened, resembling the maw of a gigantic beast, exuding an aura of aggressive capture.

The Merit Stones gathered by Shen Qing on the ground, each wrapped in a layer of bright red Evil Qi, were vibrant and dripping.

At this moment, drawn by the Hundred Treasure Pouch, they rose into the air in an orderly fashion, as if pulled by invisible threads, converging toward the open mouth of the pouch.

Following the Merit Stones, other scattered items were also successively drawn upwards.

The Spiritual Energy hovering in the air around the pouch circled and danced, adding an extraordinary and transcendent charm to it.

As the last piece was drawn into the Hundred Treasure Pouch, the mouth of the pouch slowly closed, and all the emitted light and fluctuations instantly converged, returning to calm.

With a plop, the Hundred Treasure Pouch fell from the void into Shen Qing's hand.

Shen Qing weighed it in his hand and found no significant change in weight, which he found rather astonishing.

The mechanism contained within this item involved not just any ordinary Martial Arts but perhaps tied to some aspects of the Tao Immortal Technique from ancient times, beyond his current understanding.

Lan Gongliang's willingness to gift him such a treasure was indeed generous.

If it had been anyone else, they would probably already be moved to tears, willingly serving him, but Shen Qing, having experienced many great trials, saw things more clearly.

Earlier, when he was contending against a strand of Xue Bai's Primordial Spirit, Lan Gongliang didn't step forward immediately; instead, he waited until Shen Qing had resisted twice and couldn't hold out any longer before taking action.

Lan Gongliang clearly had his calculations, wanting to be Shen Qing's last lifesaver, yearning for him to owe a favor.

The world bustles for profit.

The reason Lan Gongliang was willing to give so much was that he also sought something from him.

According to the rules of the Jing Luan Assembly, as the only survivor, Shen Qing already held a ticket to join the ranks of the top elite of Great Zhou, with a limitless future ahead.

Building a good relationship now only had benefits, no drawbacks.

Shen Qing had no objections to this kind of association.

Having an extra friend was always better than having an extra enemy.

However, he had to keep a clear head, always maintaining balance, not to be led by the nose by some moral shackles.

Shen Qing secured the Hundred Treasure Pouch well, his expression filled with the joy of acquiring a treasure, and walked up to Lan Gongliang, cupping his hands and saying, "Mr. Zheng, it is done."

Lan Gongliang, a smile on his face, nodded gently and said, "That's mostly it, let's return to the camp now to evaluate your contribution."

As soon as his words fell, Lan Gongliang waved his hand grandly and disappeared from the spot, reappearing in the sky.

His figure flickered continuously as he flew towards the camp.

Shen Qing was not willing to fall behind, he stimulated his Spiritual Power, transforming into a burst of Rainbow Light that shot into the sky, closely following behind.

Lan Gongliang, as a supremely powerful expert of the Kongyou Realm, had already quietly touched the mysterious threshold of the Tao Immortal Technique. His movement technique had reached a transformative state.

He streaked across the sky like a dragon riding the wind, each step folding space in wondrous ways. Covering distances of dozens of miles in an instant; he left behind traces in the void.

Shen Qing, riding the Rainbow Light, watched helplessly as Lan Gongliang's figure disappeared from his sight, unable to keep up.

With a grave expression, Shen Qing silently operated the Great Void Shifting Technique.

Instantly, the Spiritual Power within his body surged like a raging river, all gathering in front of him.

Suddenly, his figure also became misty and his speed increased several times over. He tightly followed Lan Gongliang's trail, chasing ahead.

Under the enhancement of his Cultivation Technique, Shen Qing's entire body was resplendent and eye-catching, like a golden-bronze statue, emitting beams of radiance.

Soon, he faintly spotted a small black dot in the distant horizon.

Lan Gongliang, sensing the brilliance behind him, couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He had not expected that Shen Qing, with just the cultivation of the Spirit Void Realm, could burst forth with such astonishing speed without falling behind.

Even though he was currently only using three to four tenths of his cultivation, the speed and strength were enough to leave countless powerful beings far behind.

Shen Qing's status in his mind couldn't help but rise, and his expectations for his future became even greater.

The two, one after the other, returned to the camp nearby in less than the time it takes a stick of incense to burn.

Lan Gongliang pressed down with a large hand, and the barriers he had previously set up were dismantled one by one.

Following Lan Gongliang, Shen Qing crossed over the mountain and re-entered the camp.

They had not been away from the camp for very long, so at this moment the camp still maintained the appearance they had left in without much difference.

Patrolling soldiers in the camp saw Lan Gongliang's figure and hurriedly came forward to salute with fisted hands, "Greetings, sir!"

Lan Gongliang casually instructed, "The Jing Luan Assembly is already over, have your Leader Zheng come over to measure the merit and report the results to His Majesty."

So soon?

The patrolling soldier was somewhat surprised; he glanced at Lan Gongliang, said nothing further, and bowed his head to take his command, "Yes, sir."

Having said that, he quickened his pace and left.

Lan Gongliang called out to Shen Qing, "Come with me."

Shen Qing bowed and followed Lan Gongliang's steps, walking into the most luxurious tent within the camp.

Shortly after, a man dressed as a general walked in briskly with a saber, looking at Lan Gongliang and asking, "I heard the Jing Luan Assembly has ended, has sir brought people back?" Stay connected via empire

Lan Gongliang nudged his mouth and said, "Just him alone."

The general looked at Shen Qing skeptically, "Has it really come down to just this one person from twenty to thirty thousand martial masters in such a short time? Are you joking with me, sir?"

"Believe it or not," Lan Gongliang looked at Shen Qing and said, "Shen kid, take out all your Merit Stones, and let Mr. Zheng measure your merit."

Shen Qing, still somewhat unfamiliar with this so-called merit measurement of the Jing Luan Assembly, but judging from the interaction between the two, it wasn't something bad.

"Yes." He clasped his hands, bowing his head in agreement.

Then, Shen Qing brought out the Hundred Treasure Pouch.

A flash of brilliant light.

A small mountain-like pile of Merit Stones was stacked in front of the general.

The general's eyes, following Shen Qing's actions, gradually widened to the size of bronze bells, speechless for a long time.