In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

On the official road, two figures, one tall and one short, with an ethereal air, strolled leisurely along.

The middle-aged man wore a plain white robe with a calm and dignified expression, and carried a long sword shaped like a whisk on his back.

The lively young girl beside him wore a pure white dress, her innocent and pretty face filled with curiosity about the surrounding scenery.

The girl had an exquisite peach wood sword hanging at her waist, and her long, silver hair cascaded down her back.

"Master, how much longer until we reach Daliang?" The girl's voice was as clear and melodious as a lark in the mountains.

"We'll be there soon, once we get past this section, we can stay in Daliang for a few more days."

"Sure!"

Looking at Xiaomeng's cheerful and happy expression, Bei Mingzi's face showed a kind smile.

Bei Mingzi is the current head of the Taoist Tianzong sect, and this girl named Xiaomeng is his direct disciple, a Taoist talent that is rare to find in a hundred years.

He brought Xiaomeng to stay in Daliang this time so that she could experience more of the worldly affairs and then put them aside to focus on cultivation.

At the gate of Daliang City,

Xiaomeng looked at the long queue ahead of her waiting to enter the city, patted her belly, and pouted, saying:

"How long will it take to get a table, Master?"

"Hehe, you can't rush it. Everything in the world has its own rules, but sometimes it's not so absolute."

After saying this, Bei Mingzi took out a gold coin from his pocket and called out to the patrolling Wei Wu soldiers' centurion.

"This general."

"What's the matter?"

Bei Mingzi raised his hand and the gold coin in his hand instantly appeared in the centurion's hand.

The centurion paused for a moment, stroked the cool metallic texture, and coughed lightly.

"General, my daughter and I wish to enter the city before nightfall. Would you be so kind as to grant us this favor?"

"Ahem, you're not young anymore and you have a little kid with you. Come on, come with me."

The centurion walked toward the city gate with his hands behind his back, pretending to be serious.

Bei Mingzi winked at Xiaomeng, then took her hand and followed behind the centurion.

Thus, the two entered the city of Daliang without any hindrance.

As soon as she entered the city, Xiaomeng's eyes were drawn to the bustling stalls.

Bei Mingzi weighed the money pouch in his arms, sighed softly, and muttered to himself:

"Money is just an external thing...money is just an external thing..."

In the streets and alleys outside the Wei residence,

Bai Du glanced at the surrounding assassins and whispered:

"Once night falls, you will be responsible for creating a disturbance to attract attention and stop the guards. I will personally go and bring Wei Ji back."

"As ordered!"

Soon, night fell gently.

The hazy moonlight cast a somewhat dim shadow over the city of Daliang tonight.

Inside the room, Ying Ziqing, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.

He glanced at Ji Ruxue, who was wiping the Su Xin Sword, and said:

"They're coming."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ruxue raised her Suxin Sword, preparing to take action, but Ying Ziqing stopped her with a raised hand.

Ying Ziqing slowly put on the scarlet mask that appeared out of thin air and said calmly:

"Let me stretch my muscles."

"Fine, I didn't really want to make a move anyway," Ji Ruxue said with a huff.

Ying Ziqing chuckled softly, and his tall figure disappeared into the room.

Suddenly, the screams of servants rang out in the courtyard, plunging the entire Wei residence into chaos.

The dozens of black-clad assassins were causing chaos and death in various parts of the courtyard.

Dressed in silver armor and a black robe, with a bamboo hat on his head, Ying Ziqing strolled leisurely down the corridor, heading towards the direction where Wei Ji was.

Just then, two black-clad assassins attacked from the other side.

Upon seeing Ying Ziqing, the assassins did not hesitate and drew their swords to strike her.

Before they could even get close, a bone-chilling cold instantly invaded their entire body, as if their blood had frozen.

The next second, they felt a dizzying sensation and seemed to see two headless corpses falling limply to the ground.

Qin—

Ying Ziqing sheathed his sword, the Wolf-Slaying Blade, and continued walking forward, leaving behind two headless corpses lying across the corridor, their blood staining the ground...

In her boudoir, Wei Ji heard a commotion outside and was about to get up to check when she suddenly felt a stiffening behind her as a hand wrapped in white cloth covered her mouth.

A chilling voice rang in her ears:

"Shh, don't make a sound..."

Wei Ji tried to break free from Bai Du's control, but she had already been poisoned by Bai Du's poison. Her limbs were stiff, as if she had lost control of her body.

Bai Du, carrying Wei Ji, prepared to retreat. Just then, a hoarse, deep voice suddenly rang out not far behind them:

"Using poison, tsk, that's not exactly a respectable method..."

A look of surprise flashed in Bai Du's eyes. He remembered that he had dealt with all the guards at the door, so how could there be any survivors? Moreover, he had not sensed the presence of the person behind him at all.

He turned his head and looked away, the surprise in his eyes disappearing, replaced by fear and unease.

As he looked at the scarlet iron mask, an invisible aura instantly swept towards him from all directions.

Bai Du tossed Wei Ji aside and flung out several poison pills.

The poison pill was crushed into powder by Ying Ziqing with a wave of his hand and vanished without a trace.

"Little Doyle... Now that you've seen me, why don't you kneel!"

With a sharp shout from Ying Ziqing, the domineering aura instantly forced Bai Du to kneel down heavily, with blood seeping from his knees.

"Who...are you...?" Bai Du asked through gritted teeth, enduring immense pressure.

"A dying person has no need to know."

Immediately afterwards, Ying Ziqing carried the white poison towards the main room.

Dozens of Wei soldiers stepped forward and pointed their halberds at Ying Ziqing.

At this moment, the patriarch Wei An came out, glanced at the dying Bai Du, and then waved his hand.

He gave Ying Ziqing a kind smile.

"Thank you very much, Commander, for saving my Wei family from this crisis," Wei An said sincerely.

"Oh? You know me, General?"

"Who in the world does not know or recognize the formidable reputation of the Great Qin's Chief of the Unruly Army?"

"Hehe, Patriarch Wei, you're quite the smooth talker. Why don't we find somewhere else to talk?"

"General, please enter the main hall."

Two Wei soldiers came over and took the white poison from Ying Ziqing's hands.

He then slowly entered the main hall under the watchful eyes of his servants and guests.

Wei An stepped aside and followed behind Ying Ziqing, one step behind her.

Only a group of shocked and bewildered retainers remained...