Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies Chapter 289 113: Mountain God Temple, Huang Furo's Decision

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"Chief Officer Shen, where are we headed?"

Huang Furo watched Shen Qing walk deeper into the forest, away from the Inner City, leaving her sowhat puzzled. She suggested, "Given the current chaotic situation and the rising number of demons, it might be wiser for us to return. Although the Huangfu family has fallen sowhat from grace, we're not to be trifled with by just anyone. We can at least wait out the storm; other family heads probably won't trouble you because of your identity."

"I'm not worried about the family heads," Shen Qing shook his head and said, "Apart from your Huangfu family and the Qian Family, the heads of other high-ranking families are already dead."

"What?" Huang Furo was slightly stunned, "Did you kill them?"

Shen Qing didn't respond, opting to silently confirm instead.

Huang Furo gave him a glance, her mouth slightly agape, rendered speechless.

Hearing this made everything feel strangely unreal to her.

She truly hadn't expected Shen Qing to be so audacious, killing even the family heads of Thirteen Lines.

And not just one or two but nearly wiping them all out, completely tearing apart any relations with Thirteen Lines.

But considering how he could even slay demons at the Innate Realm, those family heads, with their re Dan Realm cultivation, didn't seem that difficult to kill.

Huang Furo had no comnt on Shen Qing's actions.

After a mont, seeing Shen Qing still heading towards the deep mountains, she continued, "I heard there are many poisonous insects and fierce beasts in these mountains, and the city's unrest won't likely settle anyti soon. We're empty-handed now, with nothing to eat or drink in the wild; surviving in there seems tough."

"No worries, we'll figure sothing out," Shen Qing replied calmly, "We've arrived."

"Arrived?"

Just as Huang Furo still had doubts, Shen Qing, who had been racing forward, slowed his pace and stopped before a dilapidated temple.

It was a Mountain God Temple, not large, with only one offering hall inside, filled with clay sculptures and wooden carvings.

Shen Qing helped Huang Furo into the Mountain God Temple, "Let's rest here for a few days. Once your injuries are healed, we'll discuss the rest."

Looking around, Huang Furo found the temple wasn't as dilapidated as expected, neither filled with snakes and rats but rather quite clean, as if soone had tidied it in advance.

There was even firewood neatly stacked in a corner that didn't leak rain.

"Sit here first." Shen Qing pulled out a stool from beneath a clay sculpture and set it down carefully for Huang Furo to sit.

His movents were so skillful, almost like he was back ho, leaving Huang Furo slightly dazed.

After settling Huang Furo, Shen Qing jumped onto the clay platform and circled behind the sculpture.

Under Huang Furo's watchful gaze, he appeared like a squirrel, extracting a bag of dried food, two water flasks, salt, rice, and a heap of supplies, including a large iron pot and a thin cotton blanket, from the sculpture's body.

Huang Furo was astonished by the scene, "You... how do you have everything?"

"I used to co around here to train frequently, and this was my temporary resting place. Over ti, I left more and more stuff here."

Shen Qing's tone was sowhat dismissive.

Back when he was a hunter, setting up checkpoints in the mountains was a common practice.

The hunters of Hongshan Village would go up the mountain to hunt. If a big hunt took one or two days to complete, they would have to spend the night deep within the forest.

Over ti, many hunters would make use of the resources in the deep forest, setting up small huts and storing essential supplies for ergencies.

This Mountain God Temple was sothing he stumbled upon by chance, not far from his training ground, and he had coincidently turned it into a temporary outpost, unexpectedly finding a use for it now.

Shen Qing placed the retrieved items on the ground, then took several bricks from a corner, arranging them into a makeshift stove, setting the iron pot on top, and adding so dry firewood.

He took out a fire stick, blew on it a few tis swiftly, and a small fla jumped forth from it.

Shen Qing grabbed a handful of dried grass, quickly ignited it, and tossed it under the stove, converting the grass and wood into a roaring fla, heating the iron pot.

Shen Qing poured a little water inside and then tore the dried at into pieces, threw them in, and finally added so rice and salt, cooking a pot of tender, lean at porridge.

His movents flowed like running water, akin to a master chef.

Shen Qing's glance fell upon a cooking reminder in his vision, then dismissed it.

A mont later, Shen Qing served a bowl of hot porridge in front of Huang Furo, saying, "I only have one bowl and one pair of chopsticks. If you don't mind, make do with it."

Huang Furo didn't make a fuss, accepting the bowl and chopsticks with a sincere "Thank you."

Not long ago, she had been badly chased by the Great Demon Jiu Li, suffering internal injuries that still faintly ached, hindering her movents.

With no imdiate danger nearby, she slowly reached into her chest and took out a delicate porcelain gourd, pouring out several small red pills to place on the steaming porridge.

And downed them with the porridge.

To Huang Furo's surprise, Shen Qing's cooking skills weren't bad.

Even this ordinary bowl of white at porridge tasted remarkable to her.

When the porridge and pills settled in her stomach, Huang Furo felt an indescribable warmth rising within her body.

The Elixir began to take effect.

Gradually, the dicine's power spread quietly through her body, nourishing her internal injuries like rain on a long-dry desert, soothing and repairing them. Her injuries showed significant improvent, and her pale cheeks gained a touch of rosy glow, making her look radiant.

Huang Furo exhaled a slow, turbid breath.

"You look much better."

After the Prefectural Governor's incident today, he fought his way through, depleting most of his body's energy, leaving him famished and needing to fill his stomach.

Shen Qing took back the bowl and chopsticks, paying no mind that Huang Furo had used them.

He served himself another bowl of at porridge and began eating it heartily.

Born into poverty, he never considered things like male-female differences.

Huang Furo evidently didn't mind either, nodding, "This Blood Restoration Pill is a precious dicine from the Capital City, highly effective for healing internal and external body injuries. After taking it, I'm already alright."

Shen Qing let out an "Oh," nodding in response.

Huang Furo watched him gobble down the food and couldn't help but laugh.

With nothing pressing at the mont, curiosity about a certain thing welled within her, prompting her to ask, "Chief Officer Shen, how did you manage to learn the Da Xu Technique? I rember not teaching you much of it?"

Shen Qing, choosing his words carefully, responded calmly, "I had a good mory since childhood. After watching you perform it a few tis, along with the small parts you taught , I just figured it out on my own."

He just figured it out on his own...

Huang Furo found herself speechless.

The Huangfu family's Da Xu Technique was a martial art passed down from Ancient Tis, extrely ancient and hard to learn. It had been a long ti since anyone in the family mastered it.

She was rely lucky to have comprehended so of it by chance.

In her view, with the thinning of the Huangfu family over a generation or two, no one might be able to learn the martial art, ending its lineage.

And yet, this martial art, he could learn by just figuring it out?

This struck a blow to Huang Furo's self-esteem.

However, upon reflection, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Martial arts were ant for people to train in.

If soone excels at it, the Huangfu family should feel honored.

Moreover, Shen Qing had saved her life.

Huang Furo's expression turned serious as she made a decision internally and asked Shen Qing, "Would you like to learn this martial art?"

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