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

(Bonus chapter for Chenchenpi Plum Candy~)

Just as the soul-devouring, life-threatening chains were about to pierce Han Fei's body,

Suddenly, a simple wooden sword appeared in front of Han Fei, blocking the fatal blow for him.

A simply dressed but arrogant young man suddenly appeared in front of Han Fei.

Upon seeing this, Han Fei quickly cupped his hands in gratitude and said:

"Thank you for your help, brother."

The young man had his back to Han Fei and casually waved his hand.

"This chivalrous man saw injustice and stepped in to help; you needn't be so polite, brother."

He then looked at the black-clad crow in the distance, a look of disdain on his face.

"Even cowards who hide their heads and tails can only resort to such despicable means. Hey, do you dare to fight this great hero?"

The black raven standing on the eaves had a somewhat solemn expression.

Staring at the simple, unadorned wooden sword, he murmured uncertainly:

"A wooden sword? Could it be the ironwood sword ranked 97th in Feng Hu Zi's sword manual, made from the heart of a thousand-year-old iron tree?"

With a flick of his wrists, two more iron chains flew out and pierced the young man at a tricky angle.

A glint flashed in the young man's eyes, and he shouted, "Well done!"

His right hand gripped the hilt of the wooden sword, and with a surge of internal energy,

The ironwood sword emitted extremely high-frequency and subtle vibrations.

The young man swung his sword diagonally upwards.

It blocked the first chain and collided with the high-frequency vibrating wooden sword, causing the chain to collide with another incoming chain.

With a snap, the two chains flew out.

Feeling the vibrations from the chains, Mo Ya dropped them, his right hand trembling slightly.

He looked at the young man with a grim expression. This young man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere had at least the internal energy of the mid-stage of the Innate Realm.

He was not good at fighting to begin with, so his chances of winning against a swordsman at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm were slim.

He stopped what he was doing and said loudly:

"I am Mo Ya, the assassin of the Nightfall. The person behind you is someone the Nightfall must kill. Retreat now and you will receive a hundred gold coins. If you remain obstinate, you will be hunted down by the Nightfall. There is no place for you in the great generals of Han."

Mo Ya was outwardly strong but inwardly weak. Although he couldn't beat him, he could still put on a confident act and scare him with the tiger skin of the night.

But to his surprise, the young man merely scratched his ear upon hearing this, then turned to look at Han Fei and asked:

"What is the night sky? Is it a gold mine?"

Han Fei: "..."

Mo Ya: "..."

Both the murderer and the one about to be killed were silenced by the young man's words.

Han Fei coughed and said in a low voice:

"Nightfall is the largest assassin organization in South Korea, but do not worry, brother. I am Han Fei, a young master from South Korea, and I can guarantee your safety."

The young man looked at Han Fei suspiciously.

You almost died just now and you're saying you'll keep me safe?

He abandoned his thought, raised the wooden sword, pointed it at Mo Ya, and said:

"Enough with the nonsense, let's settle this today with a fight to the death. My name will surely resound throughout Xinzheng tomorrow."

After some thought, Mo Ya decided that if it didn't work tonight, he would wait until Han Fei returned to the manor before killing him. This young man couldn't protect him forever.

His body then transformed into dozens of black crows and flew away towards the prison.

The young man turned his head, about to boast to Han Fei.

Suddenly, a flash of cold light streaked past and disappeared into the young man's dantian.

The internal energy that was originally circulating within the body was completely dissipated.

The sudden weakness caused the young man to fall to the ground, barely able to support himself with his ironwood sword.

Two figures suddenly appeared in the darkness in the distance.

They are Ying Ziqing, dressed as a bad guy, and Tianzui Xingjing, the inner demon.

Mirror Heart Demon rubbed his hands together and said with a grin:

"The commander's Huayang acupuncture technique is truly unfathomable; it can even easily dispel the cultivation of someone at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm."

Although Ying Ziqing didn't say it aloud, she was still quite pleased with Jing Xinmo's flattery.

"Who, who exactly are you people?" the young man asked.

Ying Ziqing didn't look at the young man; instead, her right hand reached up to the Greedy Wolf sword hanging at her waist.

Keng——

The Greedy Wolf Blade, like a ferocious shadow in the night, spilled a drop of blood.

The young man's head rolled to the ground, and the ironwood sword, which was listed in the Feng Hu Zi sword manual, was also cut in two.

Jingxin Demon's expression froze, and for a moment he didn't know how to describe the general's strike.

In conclusion, it can be summed up in just four words:

"The handsome man is mighty!"

Han Fei was deeply moved as he watched the righteous swordsman who had been joking with him just a moment ago beheaded with a single blow.

Ying Ziqing held Tanlang in her arms, her eyes, visible beneath the scarlet mask, filled with cruelty and indifference.

"Jie, even Han Fei, who boasted of changing the world, is nothing more than this."

Han Fei was speechless. After a moment of silence, his voice became slightly hoarse.

"The person next to you is your attendant. I also happened to have seen this person with the Third Prince of Qin."

Han Fei paused for a moment,

Then he said:

"You must be the Third Prince, Ying Ziqing, right?"

A low, muffled laugh came from beneath the mask. Ying Ziqing raised his hand and slowly removed the mask, revealing a handsome face that resembled that of a banished immortal.

Upon seeing Ying Ziqing's face, Han Fei's expression returned to calm.

He asked softly, "Brother Ziqing, are you here to kill me too?"

Ying Ziqing nodded slightly, her face as calm and indifferent as an iceberg.

"You've blocked my path, so you're out."

Han Fei gave a wry smile, "That's really domineering..."

He gradually lowered his head, which he had held high since returning to Xinzheng, and said somewhat dejectedly:

"It is my fate, Brother Ziqing. I did not know that with your abilities, Han would already be meat in Qin's mouth. Therefore, I have a request that I hope Brother Ziqing can grant."

As he spoke, Han Fei faced Ying Ziqing and knelt down on both knees.

"I beg Brother Ziqing to take my younger sister Honglian with me, so that she may go and see the new world that Brother Ziqing will create in the future..."

A slight expression appeared on Ying Ziqing's icy face.

"can."

After receiving Ying Ziqing's promise, Han Fei smiled slightly and picked up the broken ironwood sword from the ground.

Before stabbing himself in the heart, Han Fei suddenly spoke:

"Brother Ziqing, if I didn't have the identity of the Ninth Prince of Han, we would probably be friends, wouldn't we?"

"Perhaps," Ying Ziqing said, unusually.

"Ahem, it's a pity I won't be able to see the utopian world you described... It's a bit of a shame..."

After saying this, Han Fei plunged the broken sword into his heart. Blood gushed out like a torrent, and Han Fei collapsed heavily to the ground, his life force extinguished.

A sudden clap of thunder roared in the sky, followed by a downpour of raindrops that relentlessly washed away the bloodstains on the ground.

With a blank expression, Ying Ziqing put her mask back on, adjusted her bamboo hat, and turned to step into the darkness.

Mirror Heart Demon glanced back at Han Fei's corpse, shook his head, and then followed behind Ying Ziqing...

(End of this chapter)

There will be a short side story about Han Fei later. For the sake of the plot, Han Fei had to be killed off. The main reason is that Han Fei's background meant that he could never be a companion of Ying Ziqing. I didn't want to force Han Fei to be convinced by the protagonist, because Han Fei is not the kind of person who is willing to be inferior to others. Moreover, Han Fei's life would inevitably be a huge obstacle to Ying Ziqing's plans for the state of Han. So, Han Fei died because of the plot. Rest in peace.

Then, let me tell you about the updates. Before the 80,000-word debut, this book will be updated once a day. Of course, I will remember those who have given me a reward of "urging me to update" or higher and will give me extra updates. After the 80,000-word debut, this book will be updated twice a day, and if the data is good, it will be updated three times a day. Each chapter will be more than 2,000 words, no less. Finally, thank you to all the readers who have been with this book all this time.

Don't forget to add a touch of that dreaded yellowish-brown color—the root of all evil! (Just kidding.)