Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 8

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Chapter Ninety-One: Eliminating the Traitor Within

"Oh?" King Qin looked at the Left Prime Minister, awaiting his reason.

"Your Majesty, since Lord Okro assumed the position of Commander of the Imperial Guards, he has been diligent and conscientious, utterly loyal to Your Majesty and to the Great Qin. Therefore, having him assist the Grand Preceptor in resisting the invading army of Fatir is the best choice!" the Left

Prime Minister continued. "What do you all think?" King Qin turned and posed the question.

As if rehearsed, the First Prince's faction immediately stepped forward to express their support, while the ministers of the Third Prince's faction stared intently at the Right Prime Minister, awaiting his decision. For a moment, the Right Prime Minister became the focus of the entire room.

"Right Prime Minister, what do you think?" King Qin asked the Right Prime Minister, seeing the situation on the platform.

"Your Majesty, I believe that Fang Rong, the Grand Commander of the Royal City Guards, is the most suitable candidate," the Right Prime Minister stepped forward and bowed.

"Oh?" King Qin looked thoughtfully at the Right Prime Minister, unable to discern his thoughts.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Guard is the fundamental force protecting the King and cannot be easily mobilized! General Fang Rong has followed the Grand Marshal in battle since childhood and has inherited his true skills; he will surely be able to stop the Fatil army's attack!"

"My esteemed ministers, between Okro and Fang Rong, who do you think is more suitable to be the deputy commander this time?" King Qin asked, seated on his high throne.

The court once again descended into a heated argument between the two factions.

Finally, at dusk, King Qin made his decision: appointing the Grand Commander of the Royal City Guard as commander-in-chief and the Grand Magister Hadman as supervisor, leading 100,000 City Guards and 100,000 Imperial Guards to Red Leaf City to resist the invading Fatil army.

Due to the urgency of the situation, the 200,000-strong army set off for Red Leaf City early the next morning.

With the entire 200,000-strong army departing the Royal City, the city was slightly quieter than usual, and the streets were filled with some inexplicable people.

These people were generally only chest-high enough for an average person, with disgustingly messy hair and small tufts of beards only idiots would have, lecherously eyeing the women on the street.

Residents who regularly traded at sea in the southern part of the kingdom would recognize these people—whose physique, appearance, and demeanor were indistinguishable from the neighbor's big yellow dog—as the Japanese, who had long ravaged the seas, engaging in murder and robbery…

The Left Prime Minister's residence.

The Left Prime Minister was currently discussing something with a group of Japanese samurai.

“Koizumi-kun, everything is ready. Tonight…” a slightly taller Japanese man (relatively speaking), carrying a Japanese sword, said to the Left Prime Minister.

“Kameida-kun, tonight at midnight, the plan that my Great Japanese Empire has been secretly plotting for decades is up to you. You will begin your attack from here. After storming the palace…” The Left Prime Minister produced a map of the Qin Dynasty palace and showed it to the man.

“And what about you, Koizumi-kun?” the man asked.

“Me? I will lead another ninja unit to conquer…” the Left Prime Minister replied.

"In this way, we can work together from the inside and outside, and then..." the Japanese samurai sneered.

"Haha~~~"

"Haha~~~~~"... The secret

chamber of the Right Prime Minister's residence.

The Right Prime Minister, the black-clad "Shadow," and three mysterious samurai sat together.

The black-clad "Shadow" swallowed his dry throat. He had felt uneasy since he woke up this morning, and after arriving at the Right Prime Minister's residence, he felt even more watched. However, he was very confident. He believed that no matter what, he would definitely be able to escape, because...

"Right Prime Minister, I wonder what you have to do with me?" the black-clad Shadow finally broke the increasingly tense atmosphere in the secret chamber.

"Nothing much, I just bought a dog, but I didn't expect that this dog would not appreciate me feeding it every day, but instead tried to bite me! Shadow, what do you think I should do with this dog?" the Right Prime Minister said grimly.

The "shadow" in black trembled slightly, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "If that's the case, then sir should kill that dog."

"Then, tell me, what should I do with you, Lord Hashimoto Ryutaro?" The Right Minister squinted, staring at the man in black before him—who could be called either "shadow" or Hashimoto Ryutaro? "

I don't understand what the Right Minister is talking about," the shadow replied in a voice that was as steady as possible, yet still tinged with fear.

"Do you want to know why I know you're Japanese, Lord Hashimoto Ryutaro? Because of the stench emanating from you! Do you know? Only you bastard Japanese have that kind of stench!" The Right Minister opened his narrowed eyes and sneered at Hashimoto Ryutaro.

"Right Minister, spare me! Right Minister, spare me! Although I am Japanese, I have never done anything to wrong you!" Hashimoto Ryutaro suddenly knelt before the Right Minister, weeping bitterly.

"Hmph, you haven't done anything to wrong me?! Don't tell me you don't know our Great Qin's Left Prime Minister, Lord Solitu?" The Right Prime Minister continued, looking at Hashimoto Ryutaro who had raised his head in surprise:

"Your Japan has quite the grand scheme, actually managing to infiltrate even my Great Qin's Left Prime Minister into your ranks! All that money that doesn't match up in the national treasury every year must have gone to your Japan! Hmph, too bad, all your efforts have been in vain. You didn't expect that I had also planted a spy in your Left Prime Minister's residence!"

"Left Prime Minister, spare me, Left Prime Minister, spare me..." Hashimoto Ryutaro crawled forward, trying to grab the Right Prime Minister's trouser leg. Just then, a sudden change occurred. A handful of shimmering blue darts shot out from the sleeve of the hand that Hashimoto Ryutaro had raised. One of the three mysterious warriors sitting next to the Right Prime Minister suddenly threw a punch, and the darts were crushed into dust as if by a tremendous force.

Seeing his dart miss its mark, Hashimoto Ryutaro, who had just thrown it, suddenly produced a small katana in his hand. Taking advantage of the moment when his opponent's attention was diverted by the dart, he thrust it fiercely

towards the Right Minister's abdomen. Just as he was about to strike the Right Minister, Hashimoto Ryutaro suddenly felt his weight increase several times over, slowing his thrust. Then, he felt his neck being gripped tightly, and he was lifted up.

"As expected of the lowest of the Japanese on the continent! Even your martial arts are done in secret!" A cold, mocking voice came from behind Hashimoto Ryutaro.

Out of the corner of his eye, Hashimoto Ryutaro saw that the one gripping his neck was the second mysterious samurai sitting to the Right Minister's left.

"Gasashishiji..." A string of foul-smelling words escaped from Hashimoto Ryutaro's throat, which was almost choked shut, and a disgusting smile appeared on Hashimoto Ryutaro's face, but this smile quickly froze on his face.

"Have you discovered your escape technique is useless?" The Right Chancellor looked at the despairing Hashimoto Ryutaro with utter mockery. "I forgot to tell you, this Master Kanchia is a spatial mage. The entire secret chamber is now sealed off by Master Kanchia. Unless your magic power surpasses his, don't even think about getting out!"

Chapter 92 Upon learning

this, Hashimoto Ryutaro was filled with despair. He had never anticipated that the Right Chancellor would use two high-ranking swordsmen and a mage to capture him!

"My lord, what should we do with this trash?" The mysterious samurai who had captured Hashimoto Ryutaro asked the Right Chancellor.

"For a trashy race like the Japanese, there's no need for mercy or morality. They have no mercy or morality. Just beat them hard until they talk!" The Right Chancellor looked contemptuously at Hashimoto Ryutaro, who was like a dead dog.

"Heh, that's good. Don't worry, my lord, I will make him tell everything he knows!" The mysterious samurai revealed a bloodthirsty look.

Just as the Right Minister had predicted, Hashimoto Ryutaro initially feigned heroism and refused to reveal anything. However, after experiencing the mysterious samurai's methods, he abandoned his so-called integrity and obediently confessed everything he knew. Afterward, he looked at the Right Minister like a dog, begging for his life.

"Lord Hashimoto Ryutaro, I'm sorry, but even I, someone who wants to usurp the throne, have no goodwill towards your inferior race, the Japanese. Therefore, you can pledge your loyalty to your Emperor!" Seeing that Hashimoto Ryutaro had no interest, the Right Regiment turned his back to him and waved to the mysterious samurai before leaving the secret chamber…

In the dense forest on the western outskirts of the Great Qin capital,

a female general clad in exquisitely crafted fiery red knight's armor sat in her tent, plotting something. Her long, bright golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, her skin was flawless, her phoenix eyes held a hint of power, and her curvaceous figure appeared even more alluring under the close-fitting armor. A deep, resonant male voice suddenly rang out from outside the tent—

"General! Otto requests an audience!"

The female general raised her head, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly, and called out, "Come in!"

The tent flap was lifted, and a handsome young general in fiery red armor entered, carrying a large bouquet of flowers. His eyes burned with fervor as he addressed the female general, "General, these flowers are from this morning, I brought them for you. May your beauty be as radiant as these flowers!"

"Otto, how many times have I told you? This is a military camp, you must obey military law. This is the last time. If you violate this again, you will be punished according to military law! Get out," the female general said coldly, showing no mercy.

"Yes!" the handsome young general replied, bowing his head, a sharp glint in his eyes, before turning to leave.

"Wait a moment." Just as he was about to leave the tent, the female general's voice came from behind. The handsome young general's face lit up with joy, and he turned around.

"Take your flowers away!" the female general ordered calmly, then lowered her head and continued with her work.

At this moment, Ott's (the handsome young general) face was a truly fascinating sight. Anger, resentment, burning passion, and indignation... all crisscrossed his expression. With trembling hands, he grabbed the flowers he had offered and stormed out of the tent

, his face contorted with venom. "You filthy bitch, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for! After tonight, I'll do whatever I want with you, I'll let you be smug for another day!" As Ott's words fell, the flowers in his hand turned to dust...

Inside a magnificent tent in the western Qin Dynasty's Bierdan Beast Clan camp,

Qin Feng savored the milk tea served by Aini, the most beautiful woman in the Beast Clan. Looking at Aini's rosy cheeks, he was momentarily stunned.

Aini was a different kind of beauty from the elven princess Evelya. The little girl's beauty lay in her liveliness, her cuteness, and the silvery laughter that followed her teasing; if the little girl's beauty lay in her movement, then Aini's beauty lay in her stillness, her allure, the cunning hidden in her gentle eyes, and the blush that appeared after she blushed with shyness.

The orcish fox clan has always been known for its beautiful women, and fox beauties are especially renowned for their allure and beauty. However, what puzzled Qin Feng was why the Great Prophet Danton would go to such lengths to place his own granddaughter by his side! Surveillance? Qin Feng had used his divine sense to investigate, but he couldn't detect any martial arts or magical fluctuations on Aini!

Even if they wanted to monitor him, there had to be a reason. He was currently just a powerless, fallen prince; did he deserve such treatment? At this moment, Qin Feng's temperament was already eighty percent similar to that of the former space pirate Qin Feng. He analyzed this strange situation from various angles, but still couldn't find a clue.

Just as Qin Feng was lost in thought, watching Aini, and the tent was filled with a pink atmosphere, the voice of the Beastman Great Prophet Dan Dong rang out from outside the tent—

"Lord Qin Feng, is it convenient for you to come in now?"

Dan Dong's voice startled the two people inside the tent from their respective thoughts. Qin Feng glanced awkwardly at Aini's flushed face and said to Dan Dong outside the tent, "Great Prophet, please come in."

The tent flap was lifted,

and the Great Prophet walked in with an ambiguous expression. "I..." Qin Feng looked at the Great Prophet's old face, which seemed to say "I understand, you don't need to explain," and couldn't say a word for a long time. Aini's already flushed face was now almost dripping with water, and she wished she could find a crack to crawl into, making a sound as soft as a mosquito's buzz:

"Grandpa..."

"Ahem..." Qin Feng coughed a few times and said to the Great Prophet Dan Dong:

"You're not just coming in... are you?"

"Is it not allowed?" Great Prophet Dan Dong asked back. Having perhaps finished his joking around, the Great Prophet Danton turned serious and said to Qin Feng,

"Your Highness Qin Feng, according to the latest news, Fatil has deployed 200,000 troops, led by Duke Tulip, along with Sword Saint Gurod and Grand Magister Vlad, to attack Kadaha, a key town on the border with Great Qin."

Qin Feng, who had been somewhat embarrassed, immediately regained his composure and calmly awaited the Great Prophet's next words. Meanwhile, the previously shy Annie, seeing that her grandfather was about to discuss serious matters, gently poured two cups of milk tea and left.

The Great Prophet Danton, noticing the hint of approval in Qin Feng's eyes, secretly gloated, thinking, "Don't you know whose granddaughter she is!

" "The Great Qin army's Grand Marshal, Sword Saint Kane, and the 100,000 Great Qin soldiers stationed in Kadaha have all perished," the Great Prophet Danton slowly announced.

Qin Feng's expression tightened. "Was it Sword Saint Gurod, the Archmage Vladik, who attacked together?"

"I'm not entirely sure of the specifics, but Sword Saint Kane was killed on the battlefield. The Fatil army is currently marching south and is estimated to be reaching Red Leaf City soon," replied the Great Prophet Danton.

"What is the Qin Dynasty's reaction?" Qin Feng continued.

"This morning, the Qin Dynasty dispatched 100,000 city guards and 100,000 imperial guards to provide support, accompanied by the Qin Dynasty's Grand Preceptor, Had…"

Chapter Ninety-Three: Return Journey.

Qin Feng looked at the Great Prophet Danton and slowly said, "Then, Your Excellency the Great Prophet, I think you understand what I should do."

The Great Prophet Danton smiled and said, "Of course."

Qin Feng abruptly stood up and walked out of the tent.

"Your Highness Qin Feng, I entrust Aini to you. I hope you can take good care of her." The Great Prophet Danton's voice from behind made Qin Feng pause.

"You should know that my return this time will be extremely dangerous."

"I know."

"Then why should I let such a weak woman follow me?" "

From the moment she became your handmaid, her fate has been bound to yours."

Qin Feng turned and stared at the wise beastman Great Prophet before him. Great Prophet Danton met his gaze without flinching.

After a long while—

"I will take good care of her, unless I die." Qin Feng left these words and turned to leave.

...

"Great Prophet, are we just going to let him go back like this?" The beastman Behemoth King Stru asked the beastman Great Prophet Danton standing beside him.

"Your Majesty, what do you think we should do?" Great Prophet Danton looked at Behemoth King Stru with eyes that seemed to see through the secrets of people's hearts.

"This..." King Stru murmured for a long time without speaking.

"Great Prophet, if that human is really as important to our beastmen as you say, then we might as well just take him back." "The bull tribe chieftain, Mans, said gruffly, then muttered under his breath,

"Let that little guy go, but what's worse is that he took away my dream goddess! If it weren't for the Great Prophet and His Majesty, I would have snapped his neck!"

This made the surrounding beast tribe leaders shake their heads and smile bitterly.

"He will come back. When he returns, it will be the opportunity for prosperity that our beast tribe has been hoping for for tens of thousands of years!" Danton the Prophet said, watching the white figure disappear into the night mist.

"Since that's the case, then let's withdraw our troops. According to the agreement with him, let's establish some kind of... free trade zone here," the Beast King Struru said calmly.

"Your Majesty, are we just going to abandon this place like this?" the Bull Clan Chief Mans asked unwillingly.

"Mans, as a leader, you must learn to think long-term. If you only care about immediate interests, then what's the difference between you and an ordinary person?" The Beast King Struru glanced at the unwilling Mans.

"Send the order: tomorrow morning, the entire army will return. This place will become a trading city between us orcs and the Great Qin."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"...

The cold moonlight shone on the chilly night mist, adding to the desolate loneliness.

A series of hoofbeats shattered the tranquility of the night.

Under the moonlight, through the thin mist, a snow-white steed moved like lightning. On its back, a knight in silver armor and a white robe lightly embraced a woman draped in white gauze, while in the other hand he drank wine from a wine sack.

"Aini, the journey is dangerous, are you afraid?" Qin Feng asked softly, looking at the beastman beauty in his arms, afraid of frightening her.

"With you here, young master, Aini isn't afraid," the beauty in his arms replied gently.

There is something called destiny, which governs everything in the world, and neither gods nor humans can escape it or change it.

Gazing at the face before her, three parts cold and seven parts domineering, Aini was captivated. This person might be her lifelong support.

Five years ago, when her grandfather, the great prophet of the beastman race, found her and told her that she already had a husband she had never met, she was destined to be entangled with that person for life.

For five years, she had desperately studied according to her grandfather's requirements, all so that she could serve this man well in the future. Perhaps he didn't know that in a faraway place, there was a girl who regarded him as her husband, longing for his arrival every day.

With a "whoosh," he took off his cloak and wrapped it around the slightly trembling beauty in his arms. Qin Feng then used the Azure Sky Technique to block the cold air within three feet of them.

"Feeling better?"

"Mmm."

The horse continued to run, and the two fell into an ambiguous silence again...

"Your Highness! It's Your Highness! Your Highness is back!" The Yan Yun Guard on night duty spotted Qin Feng returning under the cover of darkness and couldn't help but shout excitedly to his brothers in the camp.

"What? Your Highness is back?" Lei Men, who was cultivating in his tent, suddenly jumped out upon hearing this.

In an instant, the entire Yan Yun Guard camp was brightly lit.

However, when they saw that there was another person on horseback, and that she was a great beauty, these soldiers, known for their cold-bloodedness, were all stunned by the sight of the celestial beauty, Aini.

"Welcome Your Highness and Madam!" After a while, Lei Men's booming voice brought the stunned soldiers back to their senses.

"Lei Men, quickly assemble the army! The entire army must travel tonight back to the capital!" Qin Feng ordered without waiting for them to say more.

"Yes, Your Highness!"...

Night, no moon, no wind.

The capital of the Great Qin Dynasty was plunged into darkness.

Suddenly, in the darkness, a series of ghostly figures appeared.

At the east gate of the Qin Palace, soldiers on night patrol patrolled back and forth. Suddenly, a dark figure darted up the city wall from a dark corner at an impossible angle, following a patrol squad.

Ten minutes later, the dark figure emitted three hoots like an owl towards the city wall, then more than twenty other dark figures leaped up from below, communicating with the first one using sign language.

Just as these twenty-odd dark figures were about to split up, suddenly, the entire city wall lit up.

The first dark figure uttered a few words in a gibberish language before disappearing into the night.

A hail of arrows rained down from all sides of the city wall towards the area where the dark figures stood.

The dark figures frantically fled in all directions, but those on the city wall had clearly anticipated their movements, covering a ten-zhang radius around them with arrows.

Left with no other option, the group of men in black drew their small swords, desperately trying to deflect the rain of arrows that could claim their lives at any moment.

"Ahhhhh!" Finally, one of the men in black couldn't completely block the swarming arrows and was pierced through, letting out a bloodcurdling scream that pierced the still night.

With this dying scream, the previously tight formation of the men in black, still fighting desperately, immediately crumbled. After resisting for several more breaths, all twenty-odd men in black were shot dead on the wall.

The pungent smell of blood drifted far into the night air, and dark red bloodstains stained the wall crimson.

A night destined to be turbulent began in the blood.

Chapter Ninety-Four: Night Chaos in

the Eastern District of the Great Qin Royal City.

A group of people hurriedly made their way to the palace. Leading them was none other than the impeccably dressed Left Prime Minister of the Great Qin, Solitu.

"Your Excellency, the Left Prime Minister!" The royal guard captain responsible for night watch at the palace rushed forward to greet the first man in the group.

"No need for formalities!" Left Prime Minister Solitu said, "By order of the King, I must enter the palace immediately. General, please make the way."

"Oh, Your Excellency, you wish to enter the palace? But we haven't received any news?" the royal guard captain asked doubtfully.

"Does this gentleman doubt me?" Left Prime Minister Solitu said angrily, his expression revealing a strange anxiety.

"This humble servant wouldn't dare!" the royal guard captain said, bowing his head, but showing no intention of moving aside.

"Are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?" the Left Prime Minister rebuked angrily, while making a secret gesture to the group behind him.

"I'll ask you one more time, will you move or not?" Left Prime Minister Solitu's voice suddenly became calm, but the chilling killing intent inside sent shivers down everyone's spine.

"This humble general is under orders from the King, I cannot obey!" the royal guard captain said stubbornly to the Left Prime Minister.

The situation instantly became tense.

"Since that's the case, then you can all die." As the Left Prime Minister's words fell, several small, gleaming katana suddenly appeared in the night sky, slashing towards the throats of the Imperial Guards who had been blocking his advance. Caught

completely off guard, most of the Imperial Guards were attacked so suddenly that they didn't even have time to react before their throats were severed.

"Form defensive formation! Sound the alarm!" the Imperial Guard commander who had been blocking the Left Prime Minister ordered. The Imperial Guards, who had initially been reeling from the assassination attempt, immediately began to form defensive formations as if they had found their anchor.

Unfortunately—

a dull, unyielding blade appeared an inch from the Imperial Guard commander's throat, without causing a gust of wind, as if gently pulling a violin. Instantly, a gash several inches deep was torn open in the commander's throat, and bright red blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Uh...you..." The Imperial Guard general, his throat slit, clutched his bleeding throat, pointing at a black-clad figure who had suddenly appeared before him, trying to say something but ultimately uttering nothing before collapsing with a thud.

"Kameda-kun, end this battle immediately, or the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for us!" The Left Prime Minister said, looking at the man licking the blood from his blade who had killed the Imperial Guard general.

"Hai!" The black-clad figure then vanished into the night sky.

Just as the Imperial Guards, who had formed a defensive formation, were about to sound the alarm, they were ambushed by the Japanese ninjas who had been hidden in the air, their throats slashed with precision and ruthlessness.

Under the cover of darkness, the group of men in black moved with ease. Skilled in ninjutsu and surprise attacks, they were incredibly swift and agile, often striking and retreating in a single blow. In no time, half of the three hundred-plus Imperial Guards were slaughtered

. Some guards who tried to sound the alarm had their throats slit the moment they raised their whistles. Even faster, more unpredictable, and more ruthless than the other shadowy figures, these men moved through the Imperial Guards, mercilessly slaughtering those who tried to sound the alarm.

Finally, the Imperial Guards who fought desperately were completely wiped out.

"Hurry, or it will be too late!" the Left Prime Minister said to those behind him, then headed towards the palace.

Shortly after the Left Prime Minister and his men left, a large contingent of fully armored Imperial Guards arrived. But at the very front of this group was none other than the Right Prime Minister, Yu Tianyang!

"Right Prime Minister, should we go forward and kill them all?" the leading Imperial Guard commander asked the Right Prime Minister.

"No, let those idiots clear the way. We can just follow. It'll save us trouble. We'll strike last and give those Japanese morons a surprise!" the Right Chancellor said calmly. With that, he led the way forward…

This night was destined to be anything but peaceful.

At the same time as the bloodshed at the east gate of the palace, the west gate of the Great Qin capital was already brightly lit.

Below the city wall, five thousand knights in fiery red armor, riding tall horses, stood solemnly. Their chilling aura, born of battlefield experience, surged like waves against the soldiers remaining atop the west gate.

Despite the cool weather, beads of sweat dotted their foreheads. Due to the invasion of the Fatil army, the 100,000 elite city guards responsible for protecting the capital had been redeployed to the front lines. Now, only a mere two thousand men remained to defend each city wall.

The commander of the west gate could even see his own legs trembling.

"Listen up on the city wall! We are the Phoenix Beak Knights of the Vermilion Bird Legion, ordered to enter the capital. Open the city gates immediately!" A male voice boomed from below the city wall, its sound particularly loud in the night sky.

"This..." The general guarding the city hesitated for a moment, yet dared not refuse outright...

"Lord Koizumi, just past this gate lies the inner palace of the Great Qin. The warriors of Great Qin are utterly pathetic. If we simply eliminate their king, then your grandson can ascend the throne." Perhaps numbed by the smooth journey ahead, the ninja known as Lord Kameda couldn't help but speak to the beaming Left Prime Minister.

"Haha, that's right, all of this is thanks to Lord Kameda!" the Right Prime Minister flattered.

"Yoshi, but the girls of Great Qin are incredibly beautiful. I've heard that

the women in this palace are the most beautiful in all of Great Qin. Koizumi-kun, could you..." "Haha, as long as we eliminate that cowardly king, all the women in this palace can be yours to enjoy, Kameda-kun!"

"Yoshi...haha..."

Just as they were laughing, an untimely voice came from behind them—

"Left Prime Minister, oh, I should call you Lord Koizumi, you seem to be celebrating a bit too soon."

When they turned around, they saw Right Prime Minister Yu Tianyang, along with three mysteriously dressed samurai and a mysterious figure shrouded in a black cloak, approaching the Left Prime Minister under the protection of a group of imperial guards.

"Oh dear, I never expected this! I was wondering why I had to change my clothes every two or three months, otherwise they would stink! It turns out that our Left Prime Minister of Great Qin is actually a Japanese bastard who is not even worth a damn and is known for his stench! Alas, it's a pity that I've stood in the same court as him for twenty whole years!" The Right Prime Minister deliberately pinched his nose and exaggerated.

The Left Prime Minister, mocked by the Right Prime Minister, now wished he could strangle the man who had insulted him. His face turned pale with anger, and he gritted his teeth, saying,

"Aren't you and I the same? Aren't we both traitors who dream of seizing the throne? So what if I'm Japanese? You're just the pot calling the kettle black!"

Chapter 95 Exterminating the Japanese Pirates

"No, no, I admit I'm a traitor, but don't forget, I'm a Qin citizen! Do you understand, Qin citizens? Even if the country falls into my hands in the end, this vast land will ultimately belong to our Qin! But you, this Japanese traitor, are different. No matter how many times you wash yourself clean, no matter how neatly you dress, no matter how fluently you speak Qin language, you are still just a complete Japanese dog!" The Right Prime Minister looked at the Left Prime Minister with contempt.

"You..." The Left Prime Minister, speechless with anger, was now pale-faced and pointed at the Right Prime Minister, unable to utter a word.

"This palace coup, I can win, the old man can win, but you cannot win. Because how the old man and I fight is an internal matter of our Great Qin clan, and you Japanese scum are neither worthy nor capable of ruling the territory of our Great Qin!" The Right Prime Minister continued, giving the Left Prime Minister no chance to speak.

"Baka..." Standing beside the Left Prime Minister, Kameda, hearing the Right Prime Minister repeatedly calling the Japanese "scum," couldn't contain himself. He drew his small katana and vanished into thin air.

The mysterious samurai standing to the Right Prime Minister's left smirked, reached out and grabbed at the air, then slammed it to the ground. Instantly, a black-clad figure appeared on the ground—it was none other than the previously invisible Japanese high-ranking ninja, Kameda Nobuo.

Kameda Nobuo rose from the ground, spoke a few words in gibberish to the hundreds of disbelieving Japanese ninjas behind him, then turned to the mysterious samurai who had broken his invisibility spell, struck a strange pose, and shouted:

"Rin!"

This was the first secret technique of the Japanese—the Nine Syllable Mantra.

A surge of energy, resembling spiritual energy, surged towards the Right Minister and his men with the syllable "Rin." The samurai who had previously appeared relaxed while teaching Kameda Nobuo a lesson suddenly straightened his body, and together with two other mysterious samurai, they protected the Right Minister, Yu Tianyang, before attacking Kameda Nobuo, who had uttered the strangely energetic "Rin."

Suddenly, sharp blades appeared among the Imperial Guards protecting the Right Minister, slicing through the throats of the unsuspecting guards. By the time the other Imperial Guards reacted, the ninjas had vanished into thin air.

The Japanese ninjutsu was indeed unpredictable. However—

the expert standing silently beside the Right Chancellor, shrouded in a black cloak, seemed to sense something. A magic staff appeared in his hand, and he chanted:

"Light elements in the air! I beg you to soothe the restlessness before me with your purifying light, and purify the evil souls! Descend—purifying light!"

As the mysterious figure chanted, the light elements in the air seemed to be attracted by something, rapidly gathering around him. The instant he finished chanting, the light elements in the air reached their peak, and a soft white light rose in the night sky, then scattered in all directions.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

…

One scream after another rang out, followed by a large group of black-clad ninjas suddenly appearing from thin air, clutching their eyes and writhing on the ground in agony.

It turned out that the mysterious mage had used a sixth-tier light-elemental spell, Purifying Light, to completely destroy the visual nerves of the invisible Japanese ninjas.

The techniques practiced by the Japanese ninjas were all of the dark attribute, while the mage had used a pure light-elemental spell, the most effective against dark magic!

Ordinary people, such as the surrounding imperial guards, only felt a sense of relief and comfort; nothing more.

Those black-clad ninjas, their figures exposed and rolling on the ground, became the Imperial Guards' perfect human targets. Those closest to them, without hesitation, raised their weapons and stabbed the nearby ninjas!

The scene could only be described with one word—exhilarating!

Meanwhile, Kameda Nobuo, who had attacked the Right Chancellor, was in no better shape than his compatriots. Initially, he might have been able to hold his own because his opponents were unfamiliar with the Nine Syllable Mantra, but after a short while, the three mysterious samurai who had become familiar with his attack methods suddenly jumped out and surrounded him.

Then, one of the mysterious samurai suddenly whispered a profound incantation, and instantly unleashed a mental attack comparable to Kameda Nobuo's earlier Nine Syllable Mantra.

Knowing its power, Kameda Nobuo tried to resist, but the previous struggle had exhausted him, and he could only watch helplessly as the almost tangible mental force pierced through his brain.

A swift, lightning-fast sword flashed across Kameda Nobuo's neck, severing a mangled head and spraying foul-smelling blood.

With the slain Kameda Nobuo, the Left Prime Minister's faction, which had participated in the coup, was reduced to a terrified figure, staring in disbelief at the scene before him. He couldn't believe that his last trump card, the Japanese ninja force, had been wiped out in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk tsk, I say, Lord Koizumi, it seems your Japanese samurai are quite pathetic! Look, they were done for in just a few moves." The Right Prime Minister, with a smug expression, continued,

"I don't know whether to laugh at your ignorance or what, actually thinking you could seize power in my Great Qin with a bunch of ninjas who know nothing but assassination? You're fucking brilliant!"

"How did you know our plan?" the Left Prime Minister asked, seemingly oblivious to the Right Prime Minister's words.

"Heh, I knew you'd ask that. Come, look at this!" The Right Prime Minister gestured behind him.

A humanoid figure was thrown in front of the Left Prime Minister, and a pungent smell of blood nearly made the Right Prime Minister vomit his lunch.

By the light of the torch, the Left Prime Minister finally saw the humanoid figure clearly and confirmed that it was indeed a person, except that its limbs had been torn off alive, and the wounds were still oozing pus and blood. The Left Prime Minister suppressed his nausea and looked at the person's face. Upon seeing it, he couldn't hold back any longer and vomited everything in his stomach.

The person's eye sockets were empty, leaving two bloody holes; the ears had been cut off, and even the nose, teeth, tongue, and other parts were nowhere to be found. The entire head resembled a fleshy ball with seven bloody holes dug out. Only the blood gushing from its two bloody nostrils and its weak breathing indicated that it was still alive.

"This is..." The Left Prime Minister looked at the Right Prime Minister in confusion, his face full of horror.

"Take a sniff. Doesn't he reek of the same stench as you? Who's left of your men who came to Qin this time?" The Right Prime Minister asked with a playful tone...

Chapter Ninety-Six: A Game Within

a Game. "Hashimoto-kun?" The Left Prime Minister exclaimed, staring at the mangled, bloodied humanoid figure before him.

"You guessed right! It's that 'shadow' you've always kept by my side. Too bad I found him after all. And I should thank him properly. If it weren't for him, how would I have known about your Japanese pirates' plans? You might have actually succeeded." The Right Prime Minister gave a "grateful" smile.

The Left Prime Minister was deathly pale. He was too terrified by the gruesome sight of the black-clad "shadow" to speak.

The Right Prime Minister looked contemptuously at his former adversary, who was trembling with fear. He said nothing, waved his hand behind him, and led three mysterious warriors and the mage shrouded in a black cloak towards the inner palace.

Behind him came the Left Prime Minister's dying screams.

The Right Chancellor, accompanied by a group of imperial guards and the four mysterious experts, walked through the long corridor of the inner palace and arrived at the palace of Consort Yu. According to his subordinates, the King of Qin would be spending the night in Consort Yu's palace that evening.

Finally, he was only one step away from his goal. He had spent over twenty years preparing for this day, even giving away his most beloved woman. It hadn't been easy. The Right Chancellor sighed with mixed emotions, but thinking of the future, of his own flesh and blood sitting on the highest position symbolizing the entire Qin Dynasty, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Just as the Right Chancellor was about to push open the door of Consort Yu's palace with trembling hands, a commotion and the sound of clashing weapons came from behind him.

"Your Majesty, do not panic! Commander-in-Chief of the Vermilion Bird Legion, Catherine Phoenix, has led the Phoenix Beak Knights to your rescue!" A cold yet melodious voice actually drowned out the noise, making it clear to every soldier present.

"Why is the Vermilion Bird Army here?" The Right Chancellor was clearly caught off guard by this sudden turn of events. However, having weathered many storms, he immediately ordered,

"The Imperial Guards, move forward and block them! You four, come in with me!"

Upon receiving the order, the Imperial Guards who had participated in the rebellion immediately moved forward to intercept the suddenly appearing Phoenix Beak Army.

Pushing open the door to Consort Yu's palace, the Right Chancellor, accompanied by three mysterious warriors and the mysterious sorcerer, walked smoothly into the room.

"Squeak—" The door opened, but the scene inside startled the Right Chancellor.

There, the King of Qin, whom he had expected to be unconscious, sat unharmed at a table laden with wine and food in the inner room, as if waiting for someone. Consort Yu, who should have been holding the edict of succession, was now bound hand and foot and hanging in the air.

"Your Excellency, did you feel good about killing your old adversary of over twenty years?" the King of Qin asked before the Right Chancellor could speak.

Today, the King of Qin was completely different from his usual pale and sickly appearance. Dressed in impeccable royal robes, sporting a magnificent crown and an ornately decorated sword, and with a ruddy complexion, he looked nothing like a terminally ill old man, but rather a regal figure exuding power.

"You…you're not the King of Qin?!" the Right Chancellor demanded, pointing at the King.

"Oh, I'm not the King of Qin? Then who am I?" the man dressed in the King's robes asked with a smile.

"You, who exactly are you?" the Right Chancellor asked, mustering his courage as he glanced at the four mysterious experts beside him.

"Hahahaha~~~" the man laughed loudly, clapped his hands, and emerged from the inner chamber a "King of Qin" identical in appearance and attire to the man before him. The only difference was that this "King" was deathly pale and expressionless, resembling a dying old man.

"This…" the Right Chancellor said, pointing at the newly emerged "King of Qin," speechless before the seated King.

"Surprised, aren't you! Hehe, sit down and have some wine first." The "King of Qin" in the lead picked up a silver wine pot from the table, filled a silver wine cup, and placed it near the Right Prime Minister.

Looking at the Right Prime Minister, who sat down tremblingly, the seated King of Qin smiled slightly and said, "What, is it strange? Hehe~~"

The Right Prime Minister picked up the wine cup in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you are the real King of Qin, and he is merely a puppet you used to attract attention, isn't he?" The Right Prime Minister pointed at the pale-faced "King of Qin" and asked.

"That's right." The King of Qin didn't deny it and nodded.

"Tell me everything, and let me lose convincingly!" The Right Prime Minister seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, glancing at the Jade Consort hanging in mid-air.

"This is a scheme I set up. It began from the moment you appeared, or perhaps from the moment you began setting up the scheme." The real King of Qin picked up the wine in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

"More than twenty years ago, I was the most outstanding prince of my generation. Unfortunately, the eldest prince at the time, with the support of the Claedi family, gained the upper hand in the struggle for the crown prince position. In order to turn the tide, I chose you as a key pawn in my scheme," the King of Qin recalled, sipping his wine.

"Why did you choose me?" the Right Chancellor asked, pouring himself a cup of wine.

"Because you have ambition! What I value in you is your ambition!" the King of Qin said.

"Aren't you afraid of getting burned?"

"Heh, afraid, of course I'm afraid. But unfortunately, everything you have is under my control, why should I be afraid?" the King of Qin continued.

"Like him, for more than twenty years he could have enjoyed the life of an emperor, but he insisted on escaping my control, and in the end, he became like this." The King of Qin pointed to the numb-looking "King of Qin."

"Who is he?"

"My younger brother, born of the same parents, the former twelfth prince."

"Didn't he die more than twenty years ago?"

"Yes, I was the one who made him 'die.' From then on, the twelfth prince ceased to exist in this world; I simply became his substitute." The King of Qin spoke as if it were a trivial matter.

"He was your own brother!" The Right Chancellor looked at the King of Qin incredulously.

"I know. Haven't you heard that emperors have no in-laws? Born into an imperial family, there's no longer any kinship; everything is for the throne!"

"And what about her?" The Right Chancellor pointed unwillingly to the Jade Consort hanging in mid-air. "You want to ask what I did with the son she bore, don't you?

" The King of Qin looked at the Right Chancellor with a half-smile and asked.

"If it weren't for me, your plan might have succeeded. What a rare commodity!" King Qin took a sip of wine and continued,

"Unfortunately, encountering me meant certain failure!"

"What about my child?" The Right Chancellor stood up agitatedly. He had never married and had no children. He had always believed the Third Prince was his own flesh and blood, but now, upon hearing that others knew his plan, his heart sank...

Regarding the question many readers had about the Nine Syllable Mantra, Tiger specifically posted a thread in the book reviews section, which included some information about the origins of the Nine Syllable Mantra. Tiger only wants to say one thing: Tiger is Chinese, and Tiger will absolutely not let foreigners inherit what his ancestors left behind!

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Father and Son Kill Each Other

"Why don't you just ask her?" King Qin pointed to the Jade Consort hanging in the air.

Upon hearing this, the Right Chancellor disregarded everything else, stood up, untied the ropes binding Consort Yu, grabbed the still-breathing Consort Yu, and demanded urgently, "Speak! Is Ling'er my son?! Speak! Is Ling'er my son?! Speak!"

"He..." Consort Yu gasped for breath, unable to speak.

But the Right Chancellor acted as if he didn't see it, shaking Consort Yu violently and shouting, "Speak! Is Ling'er my son?! Speak!"

"He...is..."

"He is, haha, he is my son, he is..." Hearing this news, the Right Chancellor excitedly released Consort Yu, muttering to himself.

Just then, the door to the inner room was suddenly flung open, and the Third Prince Qin Ling walked out with an incredulous expression. He stopped in front of Consort Yu, pointing a trembling finger at the astonished Right Chancellor, and asked, "Am I really his biological son?"

"...I...he...Ling'er..." Consort Yu murmured, unable to speak for a moment.

“Tell me! I’m not a bastard! I’m the third prince of Qin, a descendant of the Qin royal family! Speak!” The third prince was now almost frantic, grabbing Consort Yu’s right arm and shaking it violently as he roared.

“Ling’er, listen to me…” Consort Yu endured the excruciating pain in her arm and pleaded with the third prince.

“Tell me, whose son am I!” The third prince was like a ferocious beast, glaring menacingly at Consort Yu, awaiting her next words.

“Ling’er… Ling’er…” Consort Yu was clearly terrified by the third prince’s current state, unable to speak as she murmured his name.

“I’m a bastard? I’m actually a bastard? My noble bloodline, which I’ve always been so proud of, is actually inferior to that palace maid Qin Feng’s? Why? Why?” The third prince tore at his hair, screaming hysterically.

“Ling’er, don’t do this… Ling’er…” Consort Yu, a mother’s heart always connected to her son, rushed forward and embraced the frenzied third prince, weeping.

“Ling’er…” The Right Prime Minister had lost his usual composure, standing to the side, wanting to comfort him but hesitant.

Sitting at the table, the King of Qin seemed to be watching a play, smiling as he poured himself a drink, but a strange glint appeared in his smile.

"Ling'er, don't be like this. If it can be salvaged, I'm willing to do anything… Ling'er…" Consort Yu was already sobbing uncontrollably.

The Third Prince, who had been driven mad, seemed to regain his senses upon hearing Consort Yu's words

. He asked her, "Really? If it can be salvaged, you're really willing to do anything?" "Yes… If it can be salvaged, Mother, I'm willing to do anything!" Consort Yu nodded vigorously through her tears.

"Mother, can you really do anything for me?" The Third Prince's voice suddenly softened.

"Yes…"

"Including your own life?"

"Yes… For you, Ling'er, Mother is willing to give up her own life."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Very well, since that's the case, then die!" The Third Prince suddenly drew his sword and plunged it into Consort Yu's abdomen!

For a moment, everyone in the room was stunned by what they had just witnessed, only the King of Qin continued drinking with a sinister smile.

“Ling’er…” Consort Yu, seemingly oblivious to the pain of the sword piercing her abdomen, reached out to touch the prince’s head.

“Mother… I… I hate you… Why did you give birth to me? Why?” the prince cried, looking at Consort Yu’s outstretched hand.

“I have lost my noble bloodline… bloodline…” the prince murmured, repeating the word “bloodline,” his eyes growing brighter as if remembering something.

Suddenly, he abruptly pulled the sword from Consort Yu’s abdomen, ignoring her fall to the ground as the sword was removed, and slashed at his own pulse.

The whole thing happened so suddenly that the Right Chancellor hadn’t even reacted before the prince’s pulse was severed, and bright red blood gushed from it.

The Third Prince, however, watched his blood drain away and excitedly shouted, "Flow away! Flow away! I am the noble Third Prince of Qin! I am not a bastard! As long as this blood flows away, I will regain my bloodline! Flow away quickly, quickly!"

"Ling'er, no... Ling'er..." The fallen Consort Yu struggled to crawl towards the Third Prince, hoping to stop him, leaving a trail of bright red blood.

"Ling'er!" Consort Yu's voice startled the Right Prime Minister from his daze. He rushed forward, snatched the sword from the Third Prince's hand, and threw it aside. With a "rip," he tore off a corner of his robe and used it to bandage the Third Prince's wound.

However, the Right Prime Minister's appearance only served to distract the already crazed Third Prince.

"It's you, it's you, you bastard who has defiled my noble bloodline! I'll kill you... kill you... I'll kill you!... Give me back my noble bloodline!" Upon seeing the Right Prime Minister, the Third Prince lunged at him, baring his teeth and claws

, and bit down hard on the Right Prime Minister's right shoulder. "Ahhhhhh!" The excruciating pain in his shoulder made the Right Prime Minister cry out. He channeled his fighting spirit and slammed the Third Prince

away, but felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder that went to the bone. Looking down, he saw that the Third Prince had bitten off a chunk of flesh, revealing the

white bone beneath. "Gahh ...

The Third Prince had completely lost his mind, his face covered in blood as he relentlessly advanced towards the Right Prime Minister, seemingly determined to tear him to pieces.

In his panic, the Right Prime Minister picked up the longsword he had just dropped and shouted at the approaching Third Prince, "Ling'er, stop! If you don't stop, I'll stab you!"

The Third Prince ignored the warning; in his current state of madness, he couldn't understand the Prime Minister's meaning.

The two continued like this, the Third Prince taking a few steps forward, the Prime Minister retreating a few steps. Finally, the Prime Minister reached a corner, but inadvertently leaned forward, thrusting his sword at the Third Prince. The Third Prince, propelled forward by inertia and unable to dodge in his madness, collided head-on with the sword. With a "thud," the Prime Minister's sword pierced through the Third Prince! ...

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Chapter Ninety-Eight: The End of a Tyrant

"Ling'er..." A shrill cry rang out. Consort Yu, on the verge of death due to excessive blood loss, coughed up blood and collapsed, lifeless.

"Ling'er... Ling'er... my son... Father didn't mean to..." The Right Prime Minister clearly hadn't expected things to turn out this way. He hurriedly released his sword and held the Third Prince's body, crying out urgently.

After the Right Prime Minister's sword pierced his abdomen, the Third Prince seemed to have lost all his strength, leaning limply against the Right Prime Minister's left shoulder. The Right Prime Minister was only focused on checking the Third Prince's wound, not noticing the bloodthirsty madness that flashed in the Third Prince's bloodshot eyes.

"Ah~~~~" The Right Prime Minister, who was checking the Third Prince's injury, suddenly let out a terrifying scream.

The Third Prince, who had seemed to have lost all his strength, now bit down hard on the Right Prime Minister's left carotid artery, his eyes filled with hysterical madness.

"Ling'er...why...I am your biological father...even if I have a thousand faults...I am still your father..." the Right Prime Minister said intermittently, his voice strained as the Third Prince bit down so tightly on his neck.

However, the Third Prince had completely lost his humanity and could neither hear nor understand the Right Prime Minister's words. He simply sucked the Right Prime Minister's blood as if it were the sweetest and most delicious thing in the world.

"Suck...Ling'er...my son...I have failed in my responsibilities all these years...to take good care of you and your mother...I have caused you suffering..." The Right Prime Minister had completely given up struggling. With all his remaining strength, he gently stroked the Third Prince's hair, his face devoid of the ruthlessness he once displayed when scheming against his opponents, replaced only by a look of tenderness.

"After I die... you won't... let Ling'er... live on, will you..." The Right Chancellor gently patted the Third Prince, asking the King of Qin, who was still sitting at the table drinking, with difficulty.

"You are all just my pawns. Now that your usefulness is over, what reason do you think I have to let you continue to live in this world? Besides, he is in a state worse than death. Killing him might be a relief." The King of Qin glanced at the Right Chancellor.

"From more than twenty years ago... you started scheming against... me and... those court officials..."

"That's right, I started this scheme when I saw you more than twenty years ago, including the Left Chancellor whom you just killed, and the four great families of the former Qin Dynasty whom you wiped out more than ten years ago. Hehe~~ Your courage and wisdom are probably the highest besides mine, but unfortunately..." The King of Qin drank a cup of wine with a sense of pride.

"No wonder... more than ten years ago... when I led the troops to wipe out the four great families... the resistance they encountered was so weak... at the time... I found it unbelievable... it was you..."

"That's right, at that time your power was not as strong as theirs. If I hadn't helped you, then you would have been the one wiped out," the King of Qin said calmly.

"How...did you do this..."

"Nothing much, just put some medicine in their food and water." King Qin said calmly, not taking this extremely shocking thing in the eyes of the world seriously at all.

"You...truly...a grand scheme...I lost to...you...it's not unjust..." the Right Chancellor murmured.

"For so many years, I've kept him on the throne. If he had been content to be my puppet, he could have enjoyed wealth and glory. Unfortunately, he didn't know what was good for him and made underhanded moves right under my nose, hmph..." King Qin pointed to the puppet dressed exactly like him.

"First, you...pushed him onto the stage...to replace you, then used my...and the Right Chancellor's ambition...to destroy...the four great families that were the most...threatening to your rule...while you were secretly...accumulating power...now that...the Right Chancellor and I...have fought to the death...and the Phoenix...family...was also...in your scheme...so...so...so deep...ah..." The Right Chancellor was, after all, a clever man, and understood the gist of it after a little thought.

"The Phoenix family, hmph, one of the four great golden noble families of the continent. If I could gain the help of the entire family, then my Great Qin's dominance over the entire continent would be just around the corner!" King Qin said, playing with his fingers.

"Your Qin clan... for hundreds of years... has never completely... subdued... the Phoenix... clan... What... method do you have... to... subdue... them..."

"Isn't their eldest daughter here this generation? If she becomes my queen, what do you think the Phoenix clan will do? Don't forget, although the Phoenix clan is brave, their population is small, and moreover, the underground forces I have developed over the past twenty years are beyond your imagination. If you really anger me, hmph..." King Qin said arrogantly.

The Right Prime Minister said nothing more. As his blood drained away, he no longer had the strength to speak. The body of the Third Prince in his arms grew colder and colder. The hope he had fought for all his life had now died at his own hands. How ironic! He, who had schemed against others, was nothing more than a pawn on someone else's chessboard, ultimately ending up with his family destroyed.

Looking again at Consort Yu lying in a pool of blood not far away, the woman he owed the most in his life, and struggling to hold the cold body of the Third Prince in his arms, the Right Chancellor felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier until finally he stopped breathing.

A once-powerful figure, reduced to such an end.

"Three high-ranking swordsmen, holy warriors, and one high-ranking mage, a white-robed archbishop—the Holy See truly thinks highly of my Great Qin!" King Qin sipped his wine, looking at the three mysterious warriors and the mysterious mage shrouded in a black cloak standing at the door.

The four mysteriously dressed warriors and mages felt a sense of relief, breathing heavily. They had originally intended to help the Right Chancellor, as protecting his safety was their mission. However, just as they were about to act, an overwhelming aura pressed down on them, rendering them immobile. They were absolutely certain that if they made the slightest mistake, the attack accompanying this aura would surely obliterate them.

"That master outside has been watching the show long enough, hasn't he? Why not come in and have a drink with me?" The King of Qin ignored the four speechless, panting members of the Holy See and called out towards the door.

"Hehe, Your Majesty's skills are impressive! If I'm not mistaken, Your Majesty has now entered the Saint-level!" A clear voice came from outside the door, giving one a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Cardinal

"If I'm not mistaken, Master is at the level of a High-Rank Archmage, only one step away from the Saint rank. He must be one of the twelve Cardinals of the Holy See," King Qin said with a smile towards the door.

"Compared to Your Majesty, I am still inferior. I am none other than Claude, one of the twelve Cardinals of the Holy See." The door to the room opened, and an elderly man in a magnificent red robe embroidered with gold trim walked in. His face was kind, like a wise elder, and his entire being radiated a pure aura of light.

"Greetings, Lord Claude!" The four members of the Holy See in the room immediately stepped forward excitedly to greet the elderly man.

"No need for such formalities," the old man humbly returned the greeting.

"Lord Claude! We four have failed to complete His Holiness the Pope's task. Please punish us," one of the four high-ranking members of the Holy See stepped forward.

Archbishop Claude's lips twitched, utterly frustrated. This fool didn't even consider the occasion! Honesty isn't acceptable in every situation! This was practically telling everyone that the Pope had ordered the intervention in Qin affairs! How was he supposed to explain this to others? Was he supposed to say that His Holiness the Pope had ordered them to take over the Qin government? Solve the problem with violence? Their king was a sword saint-level expert! Everyone in the room combined wouldn't be enough to defeat him. Violence was a complete joke!

Despite inwardly cursing the honest holy knight to the core, Archbishop Crowdo still smiled and said to him, "By the God of Light, your piety and courage are worthy of the honor of a holy knight. May my Lord bless you!"

Fearing they might cause further trouble, Archbishop Crowdo quickly said to the four papal experts, "You may leave. I have something to discuss with His Majesty the King of Qin."

"May the Lord be with you!" The four papal experts bowed to Archbishop Crowdo and left.

"Your Majesty, on behalf of the Papacy, I apologize for what happened earlier," Archbishop Crowdo said, bowing to the King of Qin after the four experts had left.

"Your Excellency, let's not dwell on the past. After all, people live for the future, don't they?" The King of Qin displayed his ruthless nature, dismissing past grievances with a single sentence, seemingly unconcerned about the Papacy's interference in Qin's affairs.

A visionary's starting point is to focus on the future. They pursue maximum benefit and don't dwell on past grievances. After all, even the clearest understanding of the past is no substitute for doing something meaningful in the present.

"Your Majesty the King of Qin is indeed magnanimous! In that case, Archbishop Crowdo, on behalf of the Holy See, thanks Your Majesty," Archbishop Crowdo bowed again to the King of Qin.

This wasn't to say that Archbishop Crowdo was cowardly; rather, the King of Qin's displayed strength was truly unfathomable. Crowdo ranked second among the twelve cardinals of the Holy See. He had climbed from the lowest rank of prospective priest to his current position, weathering countless storms and encountering countless people.

It's worth mentioning the order of promotion within the Holy See: clergy generally begin as prospective priests, then progress to junior priests, intermediate priests, senior priests, bishops, black archbishops, white archbishops, cardinal archbishops, and finally, the Pope.

"If Your Excellency doesn't mind, please sit down and we can talk," Archbishop Claude of the Qin Dynasty gestured for him to sit.

"Then, I'll gladly accept!" Archbishop Claude sat down.

"Your Excellency, I won't beat around the bush. Let's get straight to the point. What is the task His Majesty the Pope has assigned you?" King Qin poured Archbishop Claude a full glass of wine.

"Ugh..." Archbishop Claude, who had just poured the wine into his mouth and hadn't even had a chance to swallow, almost spat it out. This King Qin was too direct!

"Cough cough... Your Majesty King Qin... this..." Archbishop Claude wanted to decline again, but seeing the King Qin's playful gaze, he immediately lost his nerve.

The scene suddenly fell into a heavy, awkward silence. The stench of blood from the corpses of the three, including the Right Chancellor, permeated the entire room, but the two people sitting at the table seemed oblivious, silently drinking their wine.

"Well then, so His Holiness the Pope wants fifty cities and the Ninth Prince Qin Feng, and also allows the Papacy to preach in the Great Qin." Archbishop Crowdo finally succumbed to the pressure emanating from the Saint-level authority.

"Territorial issues are not worth discussing, nor are they negotiable. If we must discuss them, it will be on the battlefield!" King Qin declared firmly, his regal aura causing Archbishop Crowdo considerable discomfort, though thankfully it vanished in an instant.

"As long as the Ninth Prince is willing, I will allow him to go to the Papacy. As for preaching, let's forget about it." King Qin showed Archbishop Crowdo no leniency, essentially rejecting all of the Papacy's proposals.

Archbishop Crowdo was clearly taken aback by King Qin's blunt rejection, and was stunned.

Silence fell over the room once more.

After a long pause—

"We can forgo any cities, but the Ninth Prince Qin Feng must be handed over to us. Furthermore, we must be allowed to preach. Otherwise, the Holy See will spare no expense, including war! The Qin Empire is currently unstable. There's the Phoenix family in the south, the orcs in the west, the Fatil in the north, and the Fenglan kingdom in the east. I believe Your Majesty the King of Qin knows this better than I do," Archbishop Crowdo, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

The King of Qin did not immediately reply. He picked up his wine cup, sipping it slowly as if savoring the fine wine.

"The Ninth Prince Qin Feng can be handed over to you, and you can be allowed to preach. However, you must pay for the temple's construction yourself. The resident temple guards must be selected by the Qin Empire. Forty percent of the funds raised by the Holy See each year must be given to me, and you are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the Qin Empire!" After pondering for a long time, the King of Qin finished his wine in one gulp.

"Very well, it's a deal! I hope Your Majesty the King of Qin will remember what you said today," Archbishop Crowdo nodded in agreement after a moment's thought.

"Then, cheers to our cooperation!" King Qin raised his freshly filled wine glass to Archbishop Crowdo.

"Cheers!" Archbishop Crowdo clinked glasses with King Qin and drank it all in one gulp. He then asked, "So, Your Majesty, how will you capture the Phoenix family's phoenix?"

King Qin smiled mysteriously and pointed outside.

Chapter 100 The Golden Lion Knights Archbishop

Crowdo, sitting inside the house, looked in the direction King Qin pointed, but his view was blocked by the door.

"Your Excellency Archbishop, perhaps we should go out and take a look." King Qin gestured for Archbishop Crowdo to leave, then walked out first, leaving behind the numb-looking double and the three corpses of the dead Right Chancellor.

Archbishop Claude followed Prince Qin out of Consort Yu's palace and arrived at the site where the Phoenix Beak Knights and the Imperial Guard had clashed. The

situation had clearly changed. The Phoenix Beak Knights, as expected of the Vermilion Bird Legion's elite, had annihilated nearly half of the ten thousand Imperial Guards with only five thousand men, while suffering negligible losses themselves.

"Your Majesty, the situation doesn't seem very optimistic..." Archbishop Claude frowned slightly as he spoke to Prince Qin. It wasn't that he was worried about Prince Qin; after all, Prince Qin was now a Sword Saint, and if he wanted to leave, no one could stop him. His concern lay with Prince Qin's plan to subdue the Phoenix family, as the Holy See and Prince Qin had already reached an agreement, essentially becoming partners. If something were to happen to Prince Qin, it would inevitably affect the Holy See's plans.

"Hehe, Your Excellency Archbishop, no need to worry, just patiently watch the show." Archbishop Crowdo of the Qin Dynasty chuckled, a magic scroll appearing in his hand. He crushed it, and a ball of white light rose from his hand into the sky.

This magic scroll was merely a level 2 light-type magic spell, Illumination, but it was quite conspicuous in the night sky.

The two sides locked in combat were clearly disoriented by the sudden appearance of the ball of light, causing them to pause.

In that moment of hesitation, muffled thuds filled with deathly aura drifted from all around them, and an overwhelming killing intent instantly permeated the entire arena. The heavy hooves pounding the ground sounded like death knells. The two sides in the arena simultaneously ceased their fighting.

General Catherine Phoenix of the Phoenix Beak Knights immediately made the most rational decision, withdrawing her entire army and forming a circular defensive formation.

Finally, the mysterious enemy appeared. Even the battle-hardened Catherine couldn't help but gasp, for before her stood the so-called elite cavalry of the Great Qin Dynasty—the Golden Lion Knights.

Golden masks, golden armor, golden horse armor—a dazzling gold, imbued with overwhelming killing intent, death, and resentment.

Five thousand Golden Lion Knights, as if wielding the scythe of death, charged towards the Phoenix Beak Knights and the Imperial Guard in perfect formation.

"All troops in a single, long line formation! Charge!" Catherine commanded, then led the charge, a single horse charging towards the Golden Lion Knights, seemingly with no intention of turning back.

"Kill!" The Phoenix Beak Knights, their blood boiling with Catherine's actions, roared and followed her.

"Not bad, worthy of the 'Blazing Phoenix,' knowing how to fight to the death. Unfortunately, the Phoenix Beak Knights are ultimately no match for the Golden Lion Knights. What a pity," the King of Qin remarked, observing the situation.

With a deafening boom, the Phoenix Beak Knights and the Golden Lion Knights finally clashed. The intense collision of fiery red and golden light sparked invisible flames.

"It seems she has already reached the strength of a Sword Emperor. She's truly remarkable," Archbishop Crowdo remarked, watching Catherine dominate the Golden Lion Knights.

"Indeed, reaching the Sword Emperor level in her twenties is second only to Qin Feng in this generation," King Qin nodded. The

Phoenix Beak Knights were ultimately outmatched by the Golden Lion Knights. After a few moments, their formation was broken, and they were surrounded by the Golden Lion Knights. The red light rapidly diminished, threatening to be swallowed by the gold.

"Catherine, are you alright?" A Phoenix Beak Knight, his armor tattered, squeezed to the side of the surrounded Catherine Phoenix and asked.

"Ultra? You're still alive! That's great!" Catherine pulled the Phoenix Spear from a Golden Lion Knight's body and addressed Ultra.

“Yes, I’m not dead yet. Of the five thousand Phoenix Beak Knights who came with us, only the two of us remain,” Ott said to Catherine, blocking a thrusting lance.

Catherine didn’t speak, but instead forcefully plunged her phoenix lance into the chest of a Golden Lion Knight.

At that moment, a spear, like a venomous snake, darted towards Catherine’s left ribs. Catherine’s weapon was stuck in the body of the Golden Lion Knight in front of

her

, and she couldn’t stop the spear

. “Watch out! Ahh ...

"Could this also be part of Your Majesty's plan, King Qin?" Archbishop Crowdo, who had witnessed the entire unfolding of events, asked King Qin.

King Qin did not answer, only revealing a profound and inscrutable smile.

Catherine, forced off her horse by Otto with a dagger, moved towards King Qin under the watchful eyes of the Golden Lion Knights.

"Beautiful Miss Catherine, I never expected you to be so beautiful," King Qin greeted her politely.

Catherine clearly hadn't expected that the ruddy-faced, imposing man before her was the rumored King Qin, who was said to be nearing the end of his life. Out of noble etiquette, she returned the bow, saying,

"It is a great honor to meet you, Your Majesty. May I ask who you are...?"

"I am indeed the King of this Great Qin."

"You..." At this moment, Catherine finally realized she had made a colossal mistake, launching a coup without ascertaining King Qin's true strength.

In fact, not only Catherine, but also the Left and Right Chancellors, the ministers of Great Qin, Qin Feng, and everyone on the continent had been deceived by King Qin.

"I wonder if I would have the honor of marrying Miss Catherine?" The King of Qin's words sent everyone sprawling, except for one person: Ott, who had just held Catherine hostage.

"Your Majesty, you promised me that if I captured Catherine, you would reward me! Your Majesty..." Ott knelt before the King of Qin.

"Is that so? I didn't hear that. Guards, drag this traitor out and behead him!" The King of Qin frowned.

Chapter 101 Phoenix Wings Soaring

Ott, the traitor, was dragged away, awaiting his beheading.

"Miss Catherine, what do you say?" The King of Qin sized up the eldest daughter of the Phoenix family before him, a surge of lust rising in his lower abdomen. Golden hair, snow-white skin, a curvaceous figure, a stubborn expression—wasn't this the kind of beauty every man dreamed of?

For over twenty years, the King of Qin had remained steadfast, rarely indulging in women. Now that the situation was settled, the sudden sight of a beauty like Catherine ignited an uncontrollable lust within him, a burning desire to pull her into his arms and shower her with affection.

Just as the King of Qin was fantasizing about Catherine, a sudden, incredibly powerful energy surge jolted him from his reverie.

Catherine stood solemnly, her hands clasped together, half-raised in front of her chest, silently chanting a dry incantation that sounded like a clear bird's song. Fire elements in the air frantically gathered towards her, coalescing behind her into a pair of enormous energy wings. These wings grew clearer and clearer as the fire elements intensified.

These fiery red wings were not like the wings of angels in murals, but larger and longer; if a comparison had to be made, they would be the wings of a phoenix!

"It is said that the Phoenix family possesses the bloodline of the phoenix; it seems it is true," Archbishop Crowdo remarked, watching Catherine's fiery wings emerge.

"Hmph, even if she's a proud phoenix, I'll make her kneel down and sing 'Conquer'!" King Qin said, staring at Catherine, who had grown elemental wings.

Suddenly, Catherine's clear voice rang out in the arena—

"Inherited from ancient bloodlines, a soul awakened in flames, borrowing your noble wings, carry me to fly freely in the sky, my innate skill—Phoenix Wings Soaring Through the Heavens!"

Catherine was now surrounded by a raging inferno, which transformed into a phoenix. Fiery red wings extended from her back, carrying her into the air, illuminating the once-dark night sky. In mid-air, the fiery phoenix Catherine had become spread its wings, each ten meters long, instantly obscuring the sky for dozens of meters around.

Just then, a sword beam carrying overwhelming power struck the phoenix's left wing like lightning, extinguishing the flames within a few meters of the point of impact. The phoenix let out

a mournful cry and flew westward.

On the ground, King Qin gripped his sword, his face ashen, his overwhelming killing intent leaving no doubt that he was ready to kill at any moment. King Qin swept his gaze over the crowd and roared, "Chase her! She's already wounded by my sword's edge; she can't have gone far. Seal the city gates! Imprison the entire city! Anyone who dares to harbor Catherine will be executed without mercy!"

"Yes, sir!" the Golden Lion Knights responded, then retreated in an orderly fashion like a receding tide.

Shouts rose and lights flickered haphazardly; this night was destined to be anything but peaceful.

Archbishop Crowdo, under King Qin's fierce killing intent, barely managed to maintain his stance. After a long while, the overwhelming killing intent vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"Your Excellency Archbishop, remember what we agreed upon. Don't make a mistake, or my Bloodthirsty Sword will be very angry!" King Qin's emotionless voice carried a hint of bloodlust.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, our Holy See will act according to the agreement," Archbishop Claude, startled by the King of Qin's voice, replied.

"Furthermore, if Qin Feng is handed over to you, I do not wish him to be alive; at the very least, his soul must be destroyed."

"Ah? He…isn't…"

"He is not my biological son, but merely the son of one of my puppets. And even if he were my son, when he becomes capable of threatening my rule, he must die! Since ancient times, emperors have no in-laws!" The King of Qin revealed a puzzling smile.

"Then, Your Majesty, how do you think we should capture him?"

"I have already prepared a net; we are just waiting for him to walk into it," the King of Qin said with a mysterious smile.

"So that means even if the Holy See doesn't demand Qin Feng from His Majesty, he won't live much longer."

"Apart from the Creator God, those with all-elemental magic talent shouldn't be human."

"Understood! Your Majesty, rest assured, our Holy See only wants to capture him for research. We'll handle things properly afterward."...

On the official road leading to the Great Qin Royal City, a thunderous thud of hooves shattered the surrounding tranquility.

A white horse stood out among a herd of pure black, iron-like steeds.

The white horse gleamed, without a single stray hair. A dashing knight in silver armor and white robes sat elegantly on its back, cradling a stunningly beautiful woman with a flushed face.

It was Qin Feng, who had traveled wearily from Bildan, and his beautiful maid, the most beautiful orc, Annie Fox. Behind Qin Feng were naturally the loyal Lei Men and the three thousand Yan Yun Guards.

Qin Feng, holding Aini atop Taxue's back, sat casually without holding the reins or bracing the horse's belly with his feet. Aini felt no vibration, as if she were on flat ground.

Qin Feng whispered teasingly in Aini's ear, "Little girl, I want some wine."

Hearing Qin Feng's intimate words, Aini, already exhausted, now had watery, alluring eyes that seemed to overflow with desire.

"Young master, then Aini will feed you..." With that, Aini took a sip of the wine from her flask and brought her tempting lips to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng, who had been enjoying the beastman beauty's delicate tongue, suddenly looked up, gently patting Taxue's head. His hawk-like eyes were fixed on the depths of the nearby forest. The beauty in his arms was flushed and breathing heavily; clearly, the kiss had almost suffocated her. Her alluring eyes gazed dreamily at the man before her.

Taxue stopped abruptly, as if in perfect unison. The three thousand Yan Yun Guards following behind reined in their horses in perfect unison, silently following Qin Feng without making a sound.

"Little girl, stay on Ta Xue's back obediently, I'll go check on things," Qin Feng gently stroked Aini's hair and whispered in her ear.

"Okay, young master, go ahead. Be careful, Aini will listen," Aini nodded gently, telling Qin Feng.

Qin Feng smiled slightly at Aini, dismounted, and headed towards the dense forest to his left. He had already locked onto the other party's aura halfway there…

Chapter 102 A Woman is Injured

Qin Feng carefully made his way deeper into the forest. If you ask when wild beasts are most terrifying, it's definitely when they're injured.

At this moment, Qin Feng had the feeling of being watched by a wild beast, and an injured one at that. A faint sense of crisis rose from the depths of Qin Feng's heart, but it was only faint. Qin Feng was confident he could subdue the beast, but he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't get hurt, so Qin Feng continued cautiously forward.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's eyes narrowed to slits, his gaze fixed intently on a certain spot. The Azure Sky Technique within his body circulated rapidly, its immense aura pressing down on his opponent.

A scorching battle qi surged from the depths of the dense forest towards Qin Feng, swift and fierce, aiming straight for his chest. Just as it was about to strike, it vanished from his sight at the last moment.

"Come out!" Qin Feng abruptly appeared several feet above his previous position, using the Cloud-Soaring Ladder, a movement technique from ancient Chinese martial arts.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a gigantic golden hand appeared in the sky, its immense energy and overwhelming force grabbing towards the depths of the forest, as if it had grasped the entire space, creating an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. This was

the Great Dragon-Capturing Hand, an ancient Chinese martial art.

The Great Dragon-Capturing Hand emphasizes the act of "capturing," and being included in the *Chinese Martial Arts Classic*, it undoubtedly ranks among the top grappling techniques. Legend has it that at its peak, it can even capture a dragon.

Wherever the enormous golden hand passed, the trees within its range turned to ashes.

Suddenly, a woman's scream echoed from the depths of the dense forest.

The giant golden hand recoiled abruptly as if fleeing from something. Qin Feng, who landed on the ground, looked at the woman with a strange expression, his right hand clenching awkwardly. She stared at the woman before her with embarrassed eyes. She

possessed curly hair more lustrous than gold, delicate eyebrows, and emerald eyes that held a stubbornness tinged with a hint of shame and anger. A pert nose, full lips—she was a woman of unparalleled beauty. But that wasn't the crucial point. The most crucial point was that this beauty was completely naked!

Her skin was as smooth as milk, her breasts proud and alluring, and on her left breast was a striking handprint! Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this handprint perfectly matched Qin Feng's right hand.

However, Qin Feng was no longer the novice he was five years ago. After a brief mental lapse, he quickly took off his cloak and, using his inner strength, threw it at the woman, covering her alluring figure perfectly.

"I'm sorry," Qin Feng apologized awkwardly to the woman.

After waiting for a while without a response, Qin Feng looked closely and saw that the woman had fainted. He boldly stepped forward and examined her closely, discovering that she had suffered severe internal injuries. Her left hand was almost shattered, hanging limply, and two ribs on her left side were broken.

Looking at this woman, whose face still held a stubborn expression even in unconsciousness, Qin Feng felt a sudden pang of heartache.

He doted on women, especially his own, to a degree bordering on spoiling, like he did with the elf princess and Aini. Of course, this doting wasn't about blindly yielding and indulging; he still had to speak up when necessary.

However, Qin Feng held extreme contempt for men who tried to demonstrate their masculinity by ordering their women around. If you're so capable, go fight on the battlefield, expand the country's territory, seek welfare for the people, and create a peaceful world for future generations—that's what a real man should do!

What kind of man is one who only bosses around and yells at his woman?

Beauty fades quickly; a woman's most beautiful years are fleeting, lasting only twenty. This is why her man needs to carefully cherish and care for her. If he truly loves her, what's wrong with spoiling and indulging her?

Aini, standing outside, was startled by the sudden surge of violent energy from within the forest. Fearing for Qin Feng's safety, she dismounted and tried to run into the dense woods, but Lei Men blocked her path.

"General Lei Men, hurry and check on the young master! Is he alright?" Aini asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, Madam, His Highness is fine. That energy was unleashed by His Highness," Lei Men replied in a deep voice.

"Little girl, didn't I tell you to wait for me obediently on Taxue's back? Why didn't you listen?"

Still somewhat worried, Aini heard the familiar voice behind her. Turning around, she saw Qin Feng standing at the edge of the forest, smiling slightly at her. "Come."

"Young master..." Aini called out softly, looking at Qin Feng with concern.

Qin Feng pulled the adorable little girl into his arms, slapping her alluring buttocks hard with his large hand, and said with feigned fierceness, "Aren't you being disobedient, little girl? Hmm?"

"Young Master... I..." Aini, held in Qin Feng's arms, raised her cute head, her cheeks flushed with an alluring pink, her watery blue eyes slightly misty, making Qin Feng unable to resist. The fox spirit's charm was undeniable. "

Little girl, there's a sister inside who's injured. Go in and bandage her wound, um, and then, uh, help her put on her clothes." Qin Feng said somewhat awkwardly to Aini.

"Young Master, you..."

"It's not what you think... um, go quickly." Qin Feng felt increasingly frustrated as he spoke; this was just too...

"Pfft~~ Young Master, you're so cute~~ Ah~~ Young Master, you're so bad~~ I'm not playing with you anymore, I'm going to see that sister." Aini, her face as red as the sun, ran as if fleeing into the depths of the dense forest.

A moment later, Aini struggled to emerge from the forest carrying the unconscious woman. She was wearing Aini's clothes, but they were clearly a bit too small, revealing glimpses of her skin.

"Young Master… this sister has suffered severe internal injuries," Aini gasped, wiping the sweat from her brow. Carrying a woman heavier than herself from the depths of the forest was no easy feat for the typically frail fox clan.

"I'll heal her wounds here first. You go tell Lei Men and the others to be on guard," Qin Feng said, taking the woman from Aini's back.

"Yes, Young Master, I'll go right away. Please heal this sister quickly," Aini nodded and headed outside.

Looking at the unconscious beauty before him, Qin Feng felt a sense of unease. The arm was manageable; he could just immobilize it. But the ribs… they seemed to be in a sensitive area. If bandaging was necessary, bumps and bruises were inevitable! ...

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