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

boom----

A powerful and vast "qi" shot out from the edge of Tanlang's sword, sending Ji Wuye's burly body flying. He crashed heavily into the lacquered red pillar, which was almost broken in half. Ji Wuye, lying on the ground, supported himself with the broken sword and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Clearly, this attack severely injured Ji Wuye, who was skilled in external martial arts.

Ying Ziqing instantly appeared in front of Ji Wuye, and suddenly stomped down, accompanied by a scream.

Ji Wuye's body was embedded in the stone slab, and his breath was barely audible.

Ying Ziqing leaned down and spoke slowly to Ji Wuye, whose fate was unknown:

"Ji Wuye, we have a long future ahead of us."

He then sheathed his sword and slowly walked towards the door. He didn't intend to kill Ji Wuye yet; he was more useful alive than dead.

Who could have imagined that the once all-powerful general in South Korea would one day be trampled underfoot in such a miserable state?

The main hall doors seemed to be pushed open by an invisible force.

outside the door,

The corpses of hundreds of personal guards and servants lay scattered throughout the general's mansion, and a strong stench of blood filled the air. The blood seeped out and flowed into the artificial lake beside it, turning the once clear water a deep crimson color.

Ying Ziqing glanced at the black crow on the rooftop in the distance, then leaped into the air, her agile and upright figure disappearing into the moonlight.

Mo Ya watched the figure disappear into the moonlight.

He subconsciously swallowed, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"Choices are really important..."

There was a squeak,

Ying Ziqing entered Zilan Pavilion through the window.

His clothes had long since returned to the magnificent black and gold robe he had worn before.

A slightly teasing, cool voice sounded behind Ying Ziqing:

"Why did you suddenly become so interested as to return to your room through the window, young master?"

Ying Ziqing turned around and saw Zi Nu, dressed in a purple silk dress, kneeling in front of the table, looking at her with a smile.

Ying Ziqing's face showed a helpless expression, and he rubbed his temples, saying:

"What are you doing in my room? Where did Yan Lingji go to play?"

Upon hearing this, Zi Nu paused in her hand, which was holding the wine cup, and a hint of resentment appeared on her beautiful face, which was as lovely as a peach blossom.

She pouted her little lips, but still spoke:

"This humble girl has come here especially to welcome you, young master. My sister Lingji is already asleep in the next room tonight."

Hearing Zi Nu's words, Ying Zi Qing's face showed a faint smile.

"Then this young master will experience the pleasure of lying drunk on a beauty's lap tonight."

Zi Nu's small hands clenched nervously, and a blush crept onto her alluring, serpentine face.

........................

In the General's Mansion, Ji Wuye, barely breathing, leaned against a red pillar with Mo Ya's support.

Ji Wuye weakly raised his eyelids and asked Mo Ya:

"Did the guards outside the courtyard stop that mysterious person?"

"This……"

Mo Ya hesitated for a moment, then reported the truth:

"General, all the guards and servants in the manor have been killed by that mysterious man."

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuye felt another mouthful of blood rise to his head. He closed his eyes in humiliation, his heart filled with boundless resentment towards the mysterious man born from the humiliation he had suffered.

The most powerful place in all of South Korea was slaughtered by this mysterious person, who came and went as he pleased.

What's even more infuriating is that he still doesn't know a single thing about that mysterious person.

Mo Ya stood quietly to the side, silently awaiting Ji Wuye's next instruction.

After a long while,

Ji Wuye's weak voice rang out again: "Go and have Emerald Tiger find a few imperial physicians from the palace."

"Yes, General." Mo Ya decisively left the dilapidated general's mansion.

He didn't want to stay here and incur Ji Wuye's wrath...

Zilanxuan

Ying Ziqing stared calmly at the roof.

The exhausted Zi Nu beside him had already fallen asleep.

He glanced sideways at Zi Nu, whose face was still flushed.

In truth, he felt no emotion towards Zi Nu.

He knew, and Zi Nu probably knew as well, that their relationship was solely for Ying Ziqing's sake. Zi Nu was taking the initiative to increase Ying Ziqing's trust in her and solidify their relationship.

Although Zi Nu harbored romantic fantasies about Ying Zi Qing, these feelings were buried deep within her heart after she submitted to him.

"A clever woman..." This was Ying Ziqing's only evaluation of Zi Nu from beginning to end.

In chaotic times, all living beings are merely trying to find a way to survive in this turbulent world.

Since she wanted it, Ying Ziqing gave her a way out and granted her the protection she deserved.

After thinking all this through, Ying Ziqing's consciousness immersed itself in her sea of ​​consciousness. Looking at the four fishing opportunities displayed by the system, a satisfied expression appeared on her face.

These four opportunities were hard-won.

One time was when he ordered the King of Han to increase the tribute; another time was when he ordered Ji Wuye to perform a sword dance; another time was when he subdued Mo Ya; and another time was when he caused a great disturbance at the General's Mansion.

It's fair to say that the money they earn is hard-earned through physical and mental exhaustion.

Therefore,

Hopefully, this time we can produce some decent products.

With these feelings in mind, Ying Ziqing began her fishing trip.

……

"You have obtained one sweet potato seed, which has been stored in the system space..."

The smile on Ying Ziqing's face gradually disappeared.

One seed, what can it do? By the time sweet potatoes can be mass-produced, it will probably have already become an immortal.

"You have received a stamp from China Post, which has been automatically destroyed..."

Ying Ziqing: "..."

Your system is pretty good, it even knows this thing is completely useless...

The system's emotionless, mechanical voice continued to ring out:

"You have obtained a Thousand-Year Yangluan Flower. Consuming it will increase your internal strength by sixty years. It has been stored in the system space..."

Ying Ziqing's smile returned; he admitted that he had spoken a bit too loudly earlier.

"You have acquired the external martial art of Buddhist protection—the Diamond Sutra, which has been stored in the system space."

The gloom that Ying Ziqing had felt during her two previous withdrawals vanished completely.

He needs to hone his external martial arts skills. Although he has a heart with three hundred years of internal energy, his body is not strong enough to support such a huge internal force load, even though a large part of his internal energy is still sealed.

The appearance of the Diamond Sutra undoubtedly solved Ying Ziqing's immediate problem.

Once he has mastered the Diamond Sutra, he will be able to break free from the shackles on his heart and gain control of three hundred years of internal energy. At that point, nothing and no one will be able to stop his plans.

Of all the people in the world, he alone wields the fishing rod.

"Hehehe..."