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Chapter 33 Inheritance of the Shadow Clan
The news that Prince Zunqing was killed in the streets of the imperial capital spread like wildfire.

Shen Qing's name was then spread to all over the world. Contrary to her expectations, Daxia directly judged her as a human monster and spread it widely throughout the world.

Judging from the innate fear of people in Daxia towards demons, this is undoubtedly a huge blow to Shen Qing's reputation, and there are probably not many people in the world who regard her as a normal person.

The most incomprehensible thing for Shen Qing is that she thought that the Imperial City would be under martial law, and then the Shenhun Department would conduct a thorough search, but the result was quite different from what she had imagined.

Not only did the emperor not carry out any investigations, but the Shenhunsi just went through the motions, and then put Yang Qiancheng's death aside without further questioning.

Not only Shen Qing had discovered this, but everyone in the court had been vaguely aware of it, and rumors arose all of a sudden.

For example, the Holy Majesty and King Zunqing had a disagreement, the Holy Majesty had no children, and he was quite suspicious of King Zunqing. It was even rumored that Yang Zongxian had secretly ordered someone to kill Yang Qiancheng, leaving Shen Qing's name on purpose, etc...

Regarding the murderer, someone even came forward to personally confirm that Yang Qiancheng was killed by a man in a brocade robe.

All kinds of rumors are growing, complicated and confusing, and it is difficult to distinguish true from false.

Regarding these rumors, Yang Zongxian turned a deaf ear to them, as if he hadn't noticed the slightest thing, and let the rumors spread wildly.

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Although the final result was quite different from what he had expected, Shen Qing no longer planned to stay in the imperial capital for a long time.

She changed her appearance several times in succession, scattered thousands of taels of silver from the major medicine shops in the imperial capital, and bought many hundreds of years old medicines.

In today's Great Xia, apart from the trading port facing the East China Sea, Shengyang City, the imperial capital, is the place with the most abundant medicinal materials, and other places may not have such convenience.

Although Shen Qing is only at the seventh level of the Houtian Realm now, the energy channels in his body have already been penetrated. Stepping into the Xiantian is a matter of course, and it needs to be prepared early.

In a blink of an eye, a few days passed.

With the passage of time, the supreme master-level combat power has completely left Shen Qing, and she is not going to waste the remaining energy of the sundial at will.

Reversing her own time is a very safe hole card. With these energies, even if she is suddenly fatally injured, she can still have a chance of survival.

After spending a lot of time to buy a strong horse, at noon, Shen Qing took the opportunity to retrieve the saber and left the city from the south gate again.

There are many people coming and going in and out of the imperial city every day, and it is even more busy at noon, so the interrogation is relatively more relaxed.

Smelling the familiar light fragrance again, Tang Miao's calf cramped for a moment when she looked at the woman she had never seen before, and she wanted to cry without tears.

The ups and downs in the imperial capital these days made him tremble with fear every night. His black and white hair was almost completely white in the past few days, as if he was ten years older.

Shen Qing entered the imperial capital, he knew it well, and at the same time he also understood that Yang Qiancheng was most likely killed by Shen Qing.

He has been guarding the gates of the imperial city for so many years, and he has never had a year as difficult as this year. As long as the big Buddha in front of him passes by, something will inevitably be stirred up.

When he left last time, the body of Zhao Nuo, deputy envoy of the Jiaofang Division, has not been found until today. This time he entered the city and killed the prince in the street.

Seeing Shen Qing leading the horse and swaggering past him, Tang Yan's expression became more and more numb, and he began to pray for the first time in his heart:
"All Taoists, Buddhas and Immortals, I, Tang Yan, have never done any serious evil in my life, I just ask that I be allowed to return to my hometown safely..."

He is fifty-four this year, and in another six years, he will be able to take off his armor safely and enjoy the rest of his life.

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Since the emperor escaped, Shen Qing, who had settled another matter on her mind, felt relaxed and began to rummage through the memories in her mind.

Once the blood of the gods is awakened, what comes with the blood of the gods is not only pure power, but also memory fragments, which contain the cultivation methods and experience of the gods.

This is inheritance.

Ordinary bloodlines of gods and spirits only have one chance when the bloodline awakens. They can accept the inheritance, and how much they can absorb depends on their own luck.

As for Shen Qing, she had experienced two bloodline awakenings, and she had accepted the inheritance of the Shadow Clan twice, but due to time constraints, she never had time to slowly digest it.

Among these memories, there are many secret scriptures that require the blood of the Shadow Clan to practice. They are extremely high-level, far surpassing the so-called top-level magic arts in the world, and they are also better than the Long Whale Swallowing the Sun Jue practiced by Shen Qing today. It is almost an epoch-making abyss. Impassable.

It's a pity that without the help of her blood, she couldn't practice these exercises at all.

After realizing this, Shen Qing immediately forgot all the memories of this part, so as not to interfere with her thinking.

In the inheritance memory, there is also a part of the division of the realm of practice, but it is incomplete. Only the first to seventh realms are general, and only those who have entered the seventh realm can be called true gods. Realm, but the memory is already blurred.

Perhaps it was this god who was born in the clan, who hadn't taken that step before his death, so the impression in his memory was not deep.

But the power of the true god in the seven realms is already terrifying enough. He holds the world's fortune in his hands and is close to the top of the world.

In addition to these realms of practice, what surprised Shen Qing was that this unknown true god seemed to have a deep understanding of the sword technique, and had already reached the realm of perfection. Regardless of his cultivation, his understanding of the sword technique alone was far beyond her.

For Shen Qing, this part of memory is the real treasure, enough for her to digest for a long time.

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Qianzhou border.

On the wide official road, a team of more than a thousand riders moved forward slowly, connecting the end to the end for several miles.

The cavalry on horseback were all covered in iron armor, and the horses were also covered in heavy armor, almost armed to the teeth. At a glance, they were all martial arts practitioners with long breaths and inner strength.

The combat power of the cavalry is far from comparable to that of ordinary soldiers. It is easy for these thousand heavy cavalry to break down an army formation of tens of thousands of people. The lethality on the battlefield is extremely terrifying. , but also drink hatred.

In the middle of the team, an inconspicuous carriage moved slowly along with the army formation.

Inside the carriage, Yang Zongxi's eyes were lightly closed, and beside him sat a plump, beautiful woman who looked to be in her early thirties.

"Zongxi, do you think Cheng'er's death will..."

The woman's eyes were slightly red, and she clenched Yang Zongxi's hand tightly. Due to excessive force, her knuckles were slightly white.

It has been half a month since the departure of Shengyang City, and the speed of rumors is flying much faster than the march.

"Be careful!"

Hearing this, Yang Zongxi's face darkened, and he reprimanded lightly: "How can you have such disrespectful thoughts, what a sage emperor, brother, how can you do such a thing!"

The woman lowered her slightly red and swollen eyes, said no more, and asked after a long while:
"Why did you suddenly bring me to Qianzhou?"

(End of this chapter)