Qin Dynasty: Starting with clinging to Zhao Ji's thigh

The flames roared, like an angry dragon soaring into the sky, dyeing the horizon crimson.

From a distance, they look like fiery snakes dancing wildly.

In the night sky, the brilliant stars were obscured by the firelight, leaving only a bright moon hanging alone.

The firelight illuminated the surrounding buildings, casting long shadows that resembled giant beasts in the darkness.

By the time Ying Jing actually arrived at Fei Xue Pavilion, the fire was already out of control.

Human power is sometimes limited!

Faced with such a raging fire, even Ying Jing was powerless to extinguish it.

Gazing at the sea of ​​fire before him, Ying Jing fell silent.

Behind him were Zhen Gang, Luan Shen, Wang Liang, and Li Wu, as well as dozens of assassins transferred from the Zhao Kingdom's Luo Wang.

With such a raging fire, the ordinary assassins from the Luo Wang organization were undoubtedly rendered useless.

Even with their powerful internal energy, Zhen Gang and the others probably couldn't hold out for long.

"The mind in its original state is neither good nor evil; its actions are either good or evil. Although I do not distinguish between good and evil, I must ultimately follow my own heart..."

Ying Jing finally spoke, his voice calm and undisturbed.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, as if disconnected from the world.

After a moment of silence, he slowly exhaled all the air he had inhaled, and his eyes opened wide.

His entire demeanor suddenly changed!

In an instant, purple energy surged forth like a tide, and dense purple energy flowed continuously from Ying Jing's body, surrounding him.

A purple dragon appeared, coiling above Ying Jing's head, clearly visible to the naked eye.

The once dormant young master suddenly seemed to transform into a majestic and awe-inspiring god-king.

Ying Jing took a step forward and appeared in the ruins of Fei Xue Pavilion, which were engulfed by flames.

The fire continued to burn fiercely, consuming everything around it without showing any signs of abating.

Surrounded by purple aura, with a dragon atop its head.

Ying Jing strolled leisurely through the flames, hands behind his back, as if taking a leisurely walk.

In the firelight, his figure appeared and disappeared, seemingly ethereal.

For the first time, Ying Jing publicly displayed his strength.

In fact, Ying Jing never intended to hide anything. As long as he didn't reveal the extraordinary nature of his luck, no matter how strong he performed, he would only be considered to have unfathomable martial arts skills.

However, as a prince of Qin, Ying Jing never really had many opportunities to demonstrate this power.

Ying Jing had also considered under what circumstances he would actually make a move.

Was it an assassination attempt by a powerful enemy, or perhaps the attempt to kill a troublesome foe?

But Ying Jing never imagined that the first time he truly revealed this power was not because he encountered a crisis, nor was it for the purpose of killing.

A great fire at Feixue Pavilion.

To save people.

Ying Jing finally revealed his true power for the first time!

He truly deserves the title of a great philanthropist!

Behind them, Zhen Gang, Li Wu, and the others were already dumbfounded.

"Your Majesty..."

Previously, she was somewhat worried about Lord Changxin's departure from the dance, but now her heart was pounding and her breathing was becoming rapid. Her jade-like face was flushed with excitement and shock.

Zhen Gang was known for his iron will and never wavered in the face of death, but at this moment, one of his hands, which had never held a sword before, involuntarily clenched into a fist.

That seemingly unreliable Prince Changxin, who rose to power by clinging to the Empress Dowager's coattails, was actually hiding such great power!

Others, including the Chaos Gods, the Wraiths, and even the remaining dozens of assassins from the Luo Wang organization, were also shaken at this moment.

As assassins, they had all undergone rigorous training and should have been able to effectively conceal their emotions.

But at this moment, the shock that Ying Jing brought to everyone was just too great!

Being able to follow Lord Naganobu and serve him would perhaps be the greatest fortune of my life!

"Has this day finally come...?"

Amidst the raging flames, Ying Jing gently stretched his body.

This was the first time he had truly given it his all.

Especially after becoming Lord Changxin, the Purple Python of Fortune transformed into the Purple Flood Dragon of Fortune, and even he himself was not sure just how strong he was now.

"Seal off the surrounding area and do not allow anyone to approach."

"True strength, chaotic spirits, and demons, follow me to save people."

Ying Jing spoke softly, his voice drowned out by the crackling sounds of burning fires around him, yet it was still clearly audible to Zhen Gang and the others.

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

All the assassins from the Luo Wang organization here have been filled with awe and loyalty to Lord Changxin.

They would not hesitate to obey any order from Lord Changxin, even if it meant their deaths!

A purple aura permeated the air.

Ying Jing's eyes swept across the entire Fei Xue Pavilion, and he quickly spotted some survivors.

Although their condition may not be good, at least they can still be saved.

Without any visible movement, the purple aura surrounding Ying Jing's body began to separate out in wisps.

With the protection and guidance of this wisp of purple energy, Zhengang and the others will be able to rescue them one by one.

He continued walking through the sea of ​​fire and soon spotted a petite figure.

The little snow maiden hid under a stone platform, trembling all over, her arms wrapped around herself, clearly terrified.

Ying Jing took a step forward and appeared near the stone platform.

He stood there, purple energy spreading from his body to the stone platform below, engulfing Xiaoxue Nu.

Her fair face was covered in black soot, and tears still clung to her eyes. Ying Jing held her in his arms with one hand and gently patted her back, as if he were coaxing a child to sleep.

"Bastard……"

The little guy's words made Ying Jing's face darken.

"You big bad guy, thank you for saving me."

Little Snow Maiden was very sensible. Although the way she addressed Lord Nagatoshi was still somewhat displeased, her voice was gentle and filled with gratitude.

Amidst the raging flames, they rescued her from the brink of death.

At this moment, in Xiaoxue's eyes, Changxin seemed to be shining.

At the same time, it left an indelible mark on her heart.

"Lord...Lord Naganobu, please, please save Sister Yukihime!"

Even without Xiaoxue Nu's plea for help, Ying Jing would never forget Xue Ji's existence.

With a sweep of his purple eyes, Ying Jing had already spotted the other party's location.

However, Yukihime was not in mortal danger.

She wasn't in the room, but on the Flying Snow Jade Flower Terrace, which only she was qualified to ascend.

This is a treasure carved from special jade, and the fire has spread much less here.

Yukihime, dressed in a snow-white dance costume, collapsed on the stage, seemingly having been dancing alone here before losing consciousness.

With one step, Ying Jing stepped onto the Flying Snow Jade Flower Terrace, a place that only Xue Ji had been able to access for many years.

A hand slowly rose, and purple energy filled Xue Ji's entire body.

"Cough...cough..."

Seemingly choked by the thick smoke and unconscious, Yuki coughed twice and finally slowly opened her eyes.

But all she could see before her was a sky full of fire.

The Feixue Pavilion, which she had painstakingly built up throughout her life, had turned to ashes.