"There's something I need you to do." Zhao Gao nodded.”
"Please instruct me, Master."
"Startling Salamander, you go and monitor Ying Qiye. If you have the chance, attack him immediately.”
"Yes."
Startling Salamander knew who Ying Qiye was, but he didn't understand why Zhao Gao would use her to deal with such a small character. After all, an ordinary person shouldn't need to do it himself.
"He has Zhang Han protecting him, don't underestimate him.”
"Yes."
"It's a little different this time. Pretend to be an ordinary woman and try to get close to him first. It's best if you can find out the origin of his Levitation Technique.”
"This subordinate understands."
A sinister smile appeared on Zhao Gao's face as he said,""Black White Profound Blade, you hide in the dark. Once the Startling Salamander makes a move, Zhang Han will be handed over to you.”
"This subordinate understands."
"Go down, don't let our seventh young master wait anxiously.”
......
On the other side.
Ying Qiye and Zhang Han sat in the same carriage and drove out of Xianyang City, heading towards the Mohist City of Traps.
"How many soldiers does Young Master have?"
Zhang Han frowned. He looked at Ying Qiye, who seemed to be fine, and then at the coachman, who only had three people. In the end, he couldn't help but ask.
"Didn't General see it? Why ask?"
Ying Qiye answered with a smile.
From the first day Zhang Han was sent to Ying Qiye by the First Emperor, he had thought that Ying Qiye had a hidden elite troop under him, which was why he was confident in taking down the Mohist City of Traps. This was also one of the missions that the First Emperor had given him.
However, they had already left Xianyang City, but there was still no extra person.
A guess that he did not want to believe appeared in his mind.
The Seventh Young Master really intended to break through the Mo Family's defense by himself.
Although he had already witnessed Ying Qiye's formidable strength, the Mo Family had countless experts. How could he resist the attacks of so many experts by himself?
Even with him, there were only two of them. One had to know that there was a limit to one's strength. No matter how deep one's internal strength was, there would always be a time when it was used up. At that time, it would be dangerous to be surrounded by enemies.
However, Ying Qiye didn't seem to care at all. This made Zhang Han a little uncertain. What trump card did Ying Qiye have that allowed him to remain as calm as a mountain?
"Hey!"
Zhang Han couldn't understand and sighed.
At that time, if they were really surrounded by the Mo Family's experts, they would have to risk their lives to ensure Ying Qiye's safety.
In Xianyang City.
The First Emperor was standing on the highest tower, watching Ying Qiye and his people leave.
He had already heard from Zhang Han that Ying Qiye had the strength of a Heavenly Phenomenon Grandmaster. This was something he had never expected. However, after thinking about it, he felt relieved. With the Immortal Levitation Technique, how could he be weak?
"Seven Nights, oh Seven Nights, what other shocking methods are you hiding?”
The First Emperor muttered.
All these years, he had exhausted the entire country's efforts to find the method of immortality. This was the closest he had come to becoming an immortal. He definitely had to firmly grasp this opportunity. Perhaps after the clouds were cleared, the method of immortality would be in front of him.
The reason why the First Emperor had agreed to Ying Qiye's request to destroy the Mohist City of Traps by himself was to see if the person behind Ying Qiye would come to his aid.
As for the position of Crown Prince, he had been disappointed after seeing Fu Su and Huhai's actions over the years. The two young masters that were favored by outsiders actually had a huge flaw in his heart and could not take on the great responsibility.
If Ying Qiye could really help him obtain the method of immortality, why not give him the position of Crown Prince?
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Thinking of this, he could not help but feel excited. Because of his excitement, he could not help but cough twice.
......
A few days later.
On the way to the Mohist City of Traps, Ying Qiye suddenly heard a commotion, accompanied by many shouts and cries.
Zhang Han, who had the cultivation of a Profound Finger Grandmaster, naturally heard it.
He looked at Ying Qiye and asked.
"Young Master, do you need me to investigate?”
"Let's go together." Ying Qiye nodded.”
Then, the two of them jumped off the carriage and turned into afterimages as they rushed towards the source of the voice.
Zhang Han's strength was one realm lower than Ying Qiye's, so he couldn't keep up with Ying Qiye's speed. In the blink of an eye, he had already lost track of Ying Qiye.
In a small village not far away.
At this moment, flames soared into the sky and killing cries sounded everywhere.
A group of 40 to 50 bandits were burning, killing, and looting. Along the way, there were already hundreds of corpses lying in pools of blood. One could see how cruel their methods were.
A ten-year-old child was about to be hacked to death.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of air being torn apart could be heard. The bandit had already been sent flying into the air by a long sword and was pinned to the earthen wall at an extremely fast speed.
The little boy, who had thought that he would die for sure, cried as he opened his eyes. He saw a tall figure in embroidered clothes standing in front of him.
Another bandit nearby saw his comrade die instantly. He didn't care how this person appeared and immediately charged forward with his saber.
"You're courting death."
Ying Qiye snorted coldly and attacked angrily.
With a loud bang, Ying Qiye kicked the bandit who was swinging his saber into a bloody mess.
He was sent flying for an unknown distance and crashed into a big tree along the way.
By the time he landed, he had already turned into a pile of meat paste.
At the same time, the loud noise attracted all the bandits.
It was a pity that they didn't see Ying Qiye make a move. Otherwise, they would have fled long ago.
Ying Qiye looked at the mountain bandits that were surrounding him and revealed a bloodthirsty smile. He grabbed the sword with his hand, and as he circulated his internal energy, the sword left the mountain bandit's body and returned to Ying Qiye's hand.
"Kill them."
Following Ying Qiye's shout, the sword in his hand had already pierced through the throat of the nearest bandit.
Ying Qiye was like a tiger among a flock of sheep. Every time he swung his sword, one or two bandits would die.
A moment later, the remaining fifty bandits had their throats slit and fell to the ground.
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