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

Looking at the aggressive nobleman, Sheng Qi's face was ashen, and his right hand slowly reached for the hilt of the sword behind his back.

He had already planned to kill all the people on the street and then turn himself in to the magistrate of Xianyang.

And at this moment,

Ying Ziqing, dressed in a long, dark robe, stepped out from the crowd.

Sheng Qi looked at Ying Ziqing, who seemed to possess a special aura, narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly lowered his right hand.

Ying Ziqing flicked her right hand, sending a bronze token flying across the nobleman's face.

He then said indifferently:

"Go to the magistrate of Xianyang and be punished!"

The noble young master rubbed his swollen cheek, about to utter some arrogant words, when his gaze inadvertently fell upon the token. What he saw terrified him, as if his seven orifices had popped out of his body.

The token was engraved with the single gilded character – Victory.

The noble young master naturally knew what this meant in Xianyang City.

His knees buckled and he knelt on the ground, stammering:

"This humble one, Pei Feng, pays his respects to the young master."

"Get lost." Ying Ziqing's gaze didn't even fall on the noble young master.

Pei Feng hurriedly led his men, scrambling and stumbling, towards the Xianyang magistrate's office.

His face still bore a hint of relief at surviving the ordeal.

Ying Ziqing glanced at Pei Feng's back, and someone in the crowd understood and quietly followed.

Seeing that there was no excitement to be had, the crowd dispersed.

Ying Ziqing turned to look at Sheng Qi, a smile playing on her lips.

"What, aren't you going to say thank you?"

Sheng Qi thought Ying Ziqing was just a noble young master of a higher rank than Pei Feng. He never liked this kind of person. At least dozens of young masters had died at his hands.

Although he didn't know why Ying Ziqing was helping him out, he snorted coldly.

He said in a muffled voice, "Thank you."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Ying Ziqing shook her head and smiled, a kind smile on her face.

“Sheng Qi, I know you. Didn’t you come here to challenge the sword masters of Qin? Why don’t you fight me first?”

Sheng Qi sized up Ying Ziqing, then shook his head.

"You don't even have a sword, how can you fight? Besides, you'll die if you fight me."

Ying Ziqing said nothing upon hearing this, and took out the Longquan Sword from her spatial storage.

He then ignored Shengqi and walked alone into a secluded alley.

Looking at Ying Ziqing's mysterious and divine abilities and that powerful and imposing giant sword, Sheng Qi's face, covered with tattoos, revealed a hint of desire.

“Killing people and swords like that must be very satisfying.”

He then followed Ying Ziqing's footsteps and walked into the alley.

The alleyway was quite spacious, and apart from a few miscellaneous items, it was completely deserted.

Ying Ziqing stopped, turned around, casually placed his hand on the Longquan sword, and said calmly:

"Everything in this world has a price. If you are not as good as me, then serve me until death."

Sheng Qi ripped the giant sword off his back, and the heavy sword pressed down on the ground, causing surrounding rocks to fly up.

He said in a rough tone, "Fine! Why not!"

Sheng Qi used a chain to tightly bind the sword hilt to his hand.

The late-stage innate internal energy exploded with full force, causing the muscles on his body to bulge.

And at this moment,

Ying Ziqing gripped the hilt of the sword, and the Longquan sword, gleaming with a chilling light, slowly drew from its sheath. The moment Ying Ziqing held the Longquan sword, her entire aura changed; her previously restrained presence instantly erupted.

Ying Ziqing did not use the Heavenly Gang Inner Force of the mid-stage True Spirit Realm, but relied solely on her domineering and unparalleled sword intent.

The moment Ying Ziqing pointed his sword at Sheng Qi, Sheng Qi felt an immense and terrifying aura sweep over him, the domineering pressure seemingly forcing him to kneel and pay homage to the king before him.

At this moment, Sheng Qi, who was also practicing the Overbearing Sword Technique, seemed to see the end of the Overbearing Sword Intent in the way of swordsmanship.

The iron chains were shattered by the sweeping wind, and the giant sword in Sheng Qi's hand fell to the ground.

He stared blankly at the domineering man not far in front of him, who had suppressed him with just his aura.

He lowered his proud head.

With a slight tremor in his voice, he said, "Sheng Qi, I admit defeat."

Ying Ziqing, somewhat bored, sheathed his Longquan sword and said in a detached tone:

"Unfortunately, I thought you could withstand my sword strike."

Sheng Qi swallowed hard, his usual fierce and domineering demeanor now appearing timid and submissive.

If he were facing someone stronger than him, he would definitely draw his sword and step forward, regardless of victory or defeat. However, he was facing Ying Ziqing, who cultivated the same domineering sword intent as him. The terrifying sword aura made him have no courage to draw his sword at all.

He picked up the Giant Sword and sheathed it behind his back, letting out a simple, honest laugh.

With a solemn expression, he clasped his hands and said, "Young master, although I, Sheng Qi, am utterly wicked, I always keep my word and accept my defeat. My life now belongs to you. However, there is still one thing I haven't finished, and I hope you can grant my request in the future."

"When the time is right, this temple will help you return to your farm to clear your name and allow you to become the head of the Kuiwei Hall again."

Ying Ziqing's calm words seemed to resonate deeply with Sheng Qi.

A look of astonishment and surprise appeared on Sheng Qi's face.

Apart from a small group of people in the farming family, no one outside knew about her shameful past. How did this powerful and unpredictable young nobleman know about it?

Ying Ziqing seemed to have anticipated Sheng Qi's expression and casually said:

"Don't overthink it. If you work for me, I will give you what you want."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Qi stopped thinking and knelt on one knee, saying, "This humble subject, Sheng Qi, greets the young master."

Faced with this powerful and mysterious young master, Sheng Qi was completely convinced. Serving such a person was better than killing aimlessly.

Ying Ziqing tossed a black iron token to Sheng Qi, "Take this token to the east of the city, and someone will come to settle you down."

After speaking, his figure vanished in an instant. Watching Ying Ziqing disappear from his sight in a flash, Sheng Qi's pupils shrank, and he glanced at the character "Ying" on the token.

He suddenly realized: he seemed to be following an extraordinary person...

After leaving the alley, Ying Ziqing quickly arrived at Yan Lingji and Bago's side.

Holding Yan Lingji's supple waist, Ying Ziqing smiled slightly.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you to continue strolling around the streets of Xianyang."

As the largest and most prosperous capital among the seven kingdoms, Xianyang's markets not only featured Qin's unique snacks but also delicacies from the other six kingdoms.

After taking Yan Lingji around half of the market, they finally returned to the new young master's residence.

Although the entire mansion did not appear luxurious, it was simple and grand, and at the same time elegant. This must have been arranged by Jingxinmo, who had many side businesses.

Ying Ziqing was quite satisfied with this.

All the servants in the mansion have been replaced by members of the Bad Guys, so in another sense, this place can be considered the Bad Guys' headquarters in Xianyang.

I went for a physical exam yesterday, and they said I had an irregular heartbeat due to excessive exercise, and told me to control my exercise level. Can't I have both fitness and basketball at the same time?