Chapter 694: The Avenger: Flame Spirit Princess

"Is it reasonable for seven nations to exist on one piece of land?"

Ying Zheng's gaze was fixed firmly on Han Fei; his sharp eyes made Han Fei feel as if he were being stared at by an ancient ancestral Dragon, causing his hair to stand on end and a chill to run down his back.

As the final and most prized student of the Confucianism sage Xunzi, although Han Fei did not cultivate the Martial Dao and only read the books of sages, his heart had long been tempered and was not disturbed by external matters.

"If one uses strict laws to govern the future world and stabilize order, it is not to say it is bad, but this is a strategy that treats the symptoms but not the root cause," Ying Zheng said.

Upon hearing this, Han Fei became interested and asked in return:

"Brother Zhao, do you then have some brilliant method? Although my viewpoint may not be the best, it is still sufficient to end this chaotic world."

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the dark night sky, and said calmly: "Ideology!"

"Only when an ideology is deeply rooted can it truly penetrate the hearts of the people. The vastness of the seven nations contains too many regions and too many people with different cultures, and because of the deliberate actions of their Monarchs, the people of each nation are, to a greater or lesser extent, extremely xenophobic."

"This is indeed a problem; one can end the situation of the seven nations standing side by side, but one cannot settle the hearts of the people," Han Fei nodded, agreeing with Ying Zheng's viewpoint.

"And the only way to break the deadlock is naturally to remove the dross and leave behind a complete core that can be passed down forever, so that even after thousands of generations, at least for the sake of the people, they will possess a sense of"

"belonging."

"What do you intend to do?" Han Fei continued to ask.

"Standardize the script, standardize the axles, unify weights and measures, and burn books and bury scholars," Ying Zheng said.

"Hiss!"

Hearing this, Han Fei gasped.

Ying Zheng really dared to think; standardizing the script and axles was understandable and indeed a root-cause strategy; at least in the future, there would no longer be a situation of the seven nations fighting in chaos.

But burning books and burying scholars, this was...

He himself was also a disciple of Confucianism; wouldn't he also be one of the people buried?

Ying Zheng seemed to see through Han Fei's thoughts and said:

"Rest assured, the so-called burning of books and burying of scholars is not to bury all scholars or burn all books. It is to seek common ground while reserving differences, and to discard some dross."

Han Fei was silent and said: "Even so, this is destined to be a matter involving countless bloodshed, and the leader might even bear the infamy of ages, being spurned by all Confucianism scholars of later generations?"

"I do not care," Ying Zheng said calmly.

"So, what is your true identity, Brother Zhao? Although the surname Zhao is not rare, the power behind it is also extraordinary," Han Fei asked seriously.

"Ying Zheng." Ying Zheng revealed his name; having reached this point, there was no need to hide it.

Upon hearing this, although Han Fei had already had some guesses, he still could not help but be shocked when he heard this name.

Ying Zheng, isn't that the Qin King who just ascended the throne of the Qin nation?

Then this white-clad swordsman with the poker face must be the descendant of Ghost Valley, Gai Nie.

"So it is the Qin King; I have been disrespectful," Han Fei said, cupping his hands.

Old Han and the Qin nation were old neighbors; the two kingdoms were adjacent, and there had been friction from time to time over these years.

Moreover, as the Qin nation became stronger following its Transformation, Old Han was becoming weaker and weaker; the scent of rot had long caused this kingdom to gradually enter its twilight.

Han Fei leaving Confucianism and his teacher Xunzi at this time was actually to let Old Han find a new way to live.

"I have heard that the great power of the Qin nation is held by the Prime Minister Lv Buwei, and the Qin King has just ascended the throne, his foundation unstable, like duckweed without roots, swaying in the wind and rain."

"Why have you come to this small place of Old Han?" Han Fei asked.

"I was originally just passing through, but after seeing you, brother, I changed my mind," Ying Zheng said.

"Oh? What is the reason?" Han Fei asked curiously.

"Old Han is too small to contain a capable person like you. If you follow me to the Qin nation, then you will have the opportunity to display your talents. You are a smart person and should know how to choose," Ying Zheng said.

Han Fei smiled and said: "It is my honor to be valued by the Qin King. However, Qin King, why do you think I would go to the Qin nation?"

"I am the Nine Prince of Old Han; logically, I should also be in Old Han, working for my own country."

"The environment of Old Han is not suitable for you, and you are not the legitimate heir; you cannot change anything," Ying Zheng said.

He and Han Fei were the same kind of people and knew what Han Fei was thinking.

It was just that Old Han had already rotted to the core, with no possibility of salvation.

Perhaps Han Fei would even lose his life in this power struggle.

"If I don't do it, how do I know I can't change it? Qin King, the reason you gave is not enough," Han Fei shook his head.

Ying Zheng, however, said: "In a sense, our goals are the same: to end the war, to make the world stable, and to let the people live without worry."

"Since that is the case, what difference does it make whether it is in Old Han or the Qin nation?"

"In Old Han, you have no opportunity to realize your ambitions. But in the Qin nation, I am the Qin King, the master of a nation, and I will certainly give you a platform to display yourself."

"Or perhaps there is another possibility: you also want to be the master of the world? If that is the case..."

"How so?" Han Fei asked with a smile.

"Perhaps I would lose a like-minded friend," Ying Zheng said.

"Hahaha."

Han Fei looked up and laughed, suddenly gulping down a mouthful of strong wine, feeling spirited, and said:

"It is my honor that the Qin King considers me a friend, but I still need to consider the Qin King's invitation."

"I want to see if there is still a chance to save Old Han."

Han Fei's expression suddenly became serious; if Old Han truly had no hope and could not allow him to fulfill his ambitions, then going to the Qin nation would not be a bad choice.

He had no intention of being the master of the world; he only wanted to end the chaotic world.

If Ying Zheng could do it, he could also help Ying Zheng sweep across the six directions.

"Very well," Ying Zheng nodded.

Han Fei did not agree immediately, which was also within his expectations.

The few of them drank freely, talking about everything under the sun, covering all-encompassing topics.

Especially with Ying Zheng, Han Fei felt like a brother separated for many years, having endless things to say, talking through the night with high spirits.

Yan Fei and Yan Lingji were not interested in these things and listened until they were drowsy.

Gai Nie remained expressionless, looking up at the stars in the night sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next day.

On the imperial road to Xinzheng, many Han soldiers suddenly appeared; these troops were well-trained, coming from military camps, and were not a disorganized mob.

"This wouldn't be here to welcome you, the Ninth Prince, would it?" Yan Fei teased.

"Haha, I wish. Unfortunately, I am not favored, and I have been at the Little Sage Manor all these years; I fear Old Han has long forgotten a person like me," Han Fei said with some embarrassment.

"Then why did these troops leave Xinzheng?" Yan Fei said.

"If I am not mistaken, this is the Meng Hu Army of the Old Han Great General Ji Wuye.

The Meng Hu Army, as the name suggests, are soldiers like fierce tigers; their combat power is formidable, and they are the most elite soldiers of Old Han.

And their leader, Ji Wuye, is also the strongest general of Old Han in a hundred years; one could say he is below one person but above ten thousand."

Mentioning the name Ji Wuye, Han Fei's expression was not relaxed.

If one wanted to reform the decaying Old Han, Ji Wuye would be the greatest obstacle.

Ji Wuye not only held heavy power in his hands, but his own martial arts were also unfathomable.

With a body of tempered martial arts, he was impervious to blades and spears, and fighting one against a hundred was no trouble at all.

"Not bad."

Facing the Meng Hu Army, Ying Zheng's eyes flickered slightly. Such a lineup was not much worse than the Meng Family Army or the Wang Family Army.

Sure enough, a lean camel is bigger than a horse; although Old Han was rotten, it still had the strength for a battle.

"Why do I feel like the direction they are heading is the direction of Baiyue?" Yan Fei said.

"Baiyue!"

Yan Lingji's pretty face turned pale, and a bad thought emerged in her heart.

Could it be!

Since joining the Chat Group, Yan Lingji had long been reborn and had long forgotten the trajectory of her future fate.

At this moment, she woke up as if from a dream; the future trend of events did not seem to change with her changes.

Looking at the Meng Hu Army, could it be that this was the day of the destruction of Baiyue in the trajectory of fate?

"Although Baiyue is a foreign tribe on the border of Old Han, an agreement was signed decades ago not to raise arms. What is this now?" Han Fei said.

"People change," Ying Zheng said.

"Sister Yan Fei, I need to rush back; I am worried," Yan Lingji said.

Regardless of whether it was aimed at Baiyue, she had to go back and see.

"Together," Yan Fei said.

"I will go too," Ying Zheng said.

"??" Han Fei was a bit confused, not yet knowing what had happened.

Consequently, a pair of flame wings condensed from true Qi appeared behind Yan Fei and Yan Lingji simultaneously, and they flew toward Baiyue.

"??" Gai Nie.

"Damn! These are fairies," Han Fei couldn't help but widen his eyes and say.

"I told you to study martial arts, but you went to read books," Ying Zheng said irritably.

As he finished speaking, he picked up Gai Nie with his left hand and Han Fei with his right, his mind stirred slightly, and the Magnetic Field Force acted upon his own body, lifting the whole group off the ground.

"?, Qin King, you can even do this?"

In the air, Han Fei said excitedly.

It was the first time in his life he had been carried in flight; this feeling was truly too exhilarating.

"Just a small trick," Ying Zheng said calmly.

Gai Nie watched as they moved further and further from the ground, and his complexion couldn't help but turn pale.

He had still underestimated Ying Zheng; he had not expected that Ying Zheng could already fly.

The progress was too fast; he couldn't even react.

It was just that, why was it that as they got further from the ground, his legs were actually a bit weak?

"Gai Nie, you aren't afraid of heights, are you?"

Ying Zheng teased for once; one had to know that in his eyes, Gai Nie had always been as immovable as Mount Tai, a straight face, an ice-cold face, with no emotions.

As if his secret had been poked, Gai Nie turned his head away and said haughtily:

"No."

Ying Zheng smiled without a word and didn't say anything else, just feeling that such a Gai Nie was a bit cute.

"Hahaha!"

"The great roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring ninety thousand miles up!"

Han Fei was instead unusually excited, even reciting poetry to express his emotions at this moment.

Old Han and Baiyue were not far apart, and soon the group arrived at the Ten Thousand Mountains of Baiyue.

Two thousand Meng Hu soldiers had already arrived here, and firelight could be seen within the Ten Thousand Mountains, with thick smoke obscuring the clouds and the sun.

Looking down from the sky, most of the Baiyue people were being attacked by the Meng Hu Army, with corpses everywhere.

Besides women being tied up and dragged away like sheep, the old, weak, women, and children were not spared either, almost all dying under the blades of the Meng Hu Army; wails were everywhere, and human lives were like grass.

"My Lord, Yan Lingji has not been found."

At this moment, the tall and fierce-looking Ji Wuye was kneeling before a man in black, extremely respectful, looking cautious.

The man in black was none other than Yan Dan; in order to become the First Emperor like Ying Zheng and sweep across the six states, he had been secretly accumulating strength, and Ji Wuye was one of those he had subdued.

This time, Ji Wuye came to destroy Baiyue because of Yan Dan's order.

"Nothing found?"

Yan Dan frowned; Yan Lingji was not here, this was impossible.

In this timeline, if Yan Lingji was not in Baiyue, where else could she be?

Moreover, his Plane Emperor System could not possibly issue a useless mission; where exactly had something gone wrong?

"I want you all to die!"

Just at this moment, a voice filled with fury came from the sky.

Yan Dan and Ji Wuye looked up, only to see a mass of scorching flames descend rapidly, slamming fiercely into the earth; instantly, the ground shattered and flames shot into the sky!

Amidst the crimson flames, a slender figure slowly walked out.

One could see Yan Lingji's eyes glowing with red light, her body bathed in flames, wearing a long flame dress, radiating murderous intent.

Behind her, one could vaguely see a phoenix bathing in fire, roaring toward the nine heavens.

The Meng Hu Army soldiers surrounding Yan Lingji all turned into ashes naturally, without even a shred of resistance.

Yan Fei stood in mid-air, watching quietly, letting Yan Lingji vent her anger.

"Yan Lingji!?" Yan Dan was shocked, not expecting to see the real person in such a manner.

However, he was even more terrified; according to the timeline, the current Yan Lingji should be at most around ten years old, still a little girl. Was this development not a bit excessive? Moreover, her cultivation definitely surpassed the Heavenly Human level, reaching the Land Immortal Realm, or perhaps even stronger.

How could Yan Dan know that although Yan Lingji was young, under the transformation of the Phoenix Bloodline and the occasional gifts from the Chat Group members.

Such as roasted meat of ancient fierce beasts, Forbidden Area Supreme set meals, and cultivation boosts, her body was also constantly evolving, becoming flawless and moving.

She looked about ten years old, but her physical development was not much different from an eighteen or nineteen-year-old.

Of course, Yan Lingji could choose to keep her body unchanged, but the older sisters in the group all had long legs and large breasts, so naturally, there would be a bit of a desire to compete.

Not to mention the distant ones, just looking at the Yan Fei sister beside her, her figure was perfectly unbelievable.

"Demoness!"

"Hurry and kill this demoness!"

Although Ji Wuye was shocked, as the Great General of Old Han, he did not believe in ghosts or gods at all.

As long as his firepower was strong enough, all monsters and demons would have to die.

The twenty thousand Meng Hu Army soldiers were terrified in their hearts, but they could not defy Ji Wuye's orders, so they mustered their courage and swarmed forward.

"Even if she is a Land Immortal, being surrounded by tens of thousands of soldiers, she must eventually exhaust herself to death," Yan Dan thought to himself, watching quietly.

"Kill!"

At this moment, Yan Lingji only had hatred in her eyes; she waved her hands, and phoenix-shaped flames spread in all directions. Everywhere they passed, not a blade of grass survived, and the twenty thousand Meng Hu Army soldiers were burned to ashes one after another, not even having time to let out a scream.

Although Yan Lingji was a Martial Artist at this time, her true strength could no longer be measured by a Martial Artist, and she was not even weaker than some practitioners of Immortal Cultivation.

Especially the Phoenix Fire; its flames were too fierce and scorching, making it difficult for mortal flesh and ordinary practitioners of Immortal Cultivation to resist.

"Demoness, demoness!"

Seeing such a terrifying scene, a Great General like Ji Wuye felt his heart about to burst; this was simply not something a human could accomplish.

Yan Dan was the same; even though he had now reached the Land Immortal Realm, he was no match for Yan Lingji.

"Run!"

In an instant, Yan Dan and Ji Wuye employed their light-body techniques and fled toward the distance.

"Soul Dragon Roam!"

Yan Fei performed Yin-Yang Arts, her hands flashing with golden light, transforming into a dragon-shaped true Qi to block the two.