Chapter 147 My Charming Ancestor 21
As Zhou Jue held the wine cup, watching the dragon energy swirling in Ying Zheng's palm and hearing his slightly boastful question, he almost lost his composure.
A finger-severing Vajra?
You call this "Finger-Breaking Vajra"?
This is clearly bullying mortals by taking advantage of one's cultivation level; it has absolutely nothing to do with martial arts techniques.
This is a bit rough around the edges, I'll give it 82 points, and the remaining 666 points are yours.
She thought to herself, but on the surface she maintained an inscrutable expression and nodded slightly: "Not bad."
It neither appears to be excessive praise, nor does it give this emperor, who is considered one of the greatest emperors in history, enough face.
Adding even one more word would make her seem like an unsophisticated immortal.
Ying Zheng was overjoyed by this reaction.
What he wants is the approval of the immortals!
This is more important than him crushing a hundred assassins!
He slowly withdrew the dragon energy from his palm, and his domineering gaze returned to His Highness once more.
Xiao He, Chen Ping, and the others were still lying on the ground, dead.
They've read countless volumes of classical texts and met countless kings and generals, but who the hell has ever seen such divine power?!
Your Majesty... he has truly become an immortal!
This thought, like a thunderbolt, shattered their worldview.
Legalism, Confucianism, the School of Diplomacy...
Compared to a deity who can breathe dragon's breath, they're nothing!
Fusu's face turned deathly pale. He looked at his father with shock, confusion, and a hint of fanaticism that he himself was unaware of.
Li Si, Wang Ben, and others felt their blood boiling with excitement, filled with pride and honor.
"Get up, everyone."
Xiao He and the others felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they timidly got up, bowing their heads and not daring to even breathe.
Ying Zheng's gaze swept over them, finally landing on the strongman who was being held firmly to the ground by the Imperial Guards, who had given up struggling and whose eyes were vacant.
"Drag him up here for me."
"Here you go!"
Two imperial guards lifted the strongman and dragged him to the center of the hall like a dead dog.
The strongman was limp, muttering to himself, "A god...it's a god...I've lost...I've lost everything..."
His faith, his will, and everything he was willing to give his life for collapsed completely with a single, casual flick of Ying Zheng's finger, a single palm strike, and a wisp of dragon energy.
"Did Zhang Liang send you?" Ying Zheng asked.
The strongman stiffened, then abruptly looked up, a renewed glint of hatred in his eyes: "I take responsibility for my own actions! Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you! It has nothing to do with Master Zifang!"
"Is that so?" Ying Zheng smiled.
"Do you think I really know nothing?"
He strolled down the steps, one step at a time, until he reached the strongman.
Those deep eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts.
"You come from Bolangsha, with a dagger hidden in your sleeve, three and a half inches long and wide, coated with the venom of snakes from the Western Regions, which will kill on sight."
"You think your little tricks can escape my eyes? You think you were able to bring in a dagger because of the negligence of my Imperial Guards?"
Ying Zheng suddenly kicked the strongman hard in the chest!
"Pfft—" The sound of ribs breaking was clearly audible, and a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out!
Ying Zheng approached step by step: "Fool!"
"I deliberately let you bring him in!"
"I want to see just how much courage Zhang Zifang, who is determined to win battles from afar and is single-mindedly seeking revenge for the state of Han, actually has under his command."
"I want you to see for yourself just how ridiculous and utterly vulnerable you and he are in my presence!"
Every word Ying Zheng uttered was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the strongman's heart.
He...he knows everything!
He let me in on purpose!
He treated me like a plaything! A prop used to demonstrate his divine power!
A tremendous sense of humiliation instantly overwhelmed the strongman.
"puff--"
He was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood, staining the floor tiles in front of him red.
"Why...why humiliate me like this!" he roared with his last ounce of strength.
"To humiliate you?" Ying Zheng looked down at him, his eyes icy cold.
"I am giving you, Zhang Liang, and all those in the world who still cherish their homeland an opportunity."
"An opportunity to face reality."
He paused, his voice echoing in the deathly silent hall.
"The six kingdoms are gone. That is the past."
"And I!" He pointed to himself, his voice resounding throughout the Xianyang Palace: "I am the present of Great Qin, and also the future of this world!"
"Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish! This is not just empty talk!"
"I am the mandate of heaven!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't even glance at Xiao He and the others who were still shaken. Instead, his gaze returned to the strongman, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"You avenged your lord, a story worthy of praise and tears. But I ask you, when the state of Han was still in existence, did the people have enough to eat? Could their families sleep peacefully at night?"
"Warring states, silence for miles, and bones exposed in the wilderness! Is that the 'homeland' you yearn for?"
"I have unified the world, standardized the width of carts and the written language, defeated the Xiongnu in the north, and conquered the Baiyue in the south! I have spared the people of the world from the suffering of war! Is this not an achievement?"
"In the end, what you hate is not the harshness of Qin law, nor my cruelty!"
"What you hate is that you have gone from being high-ranking nobles to being slaves of a conquered nation!"
"Your hatred has nothing to do with the lives of ordinary people; it's all for your own pathetic and laughable pride!"
The strongman lay on the ground, his body convulsing violently.
He wanted to argue, but found himself unable to utter a single word.
yes……
When South Korea was still in existence, were the lives of ordinary people... really good?
Years of war, heavy taxes, exploitation by the nobility...
He suddenly realized that everything he had risked his life for seemed to be... a joke.
His world has completely collapsed.
Seeing that the time was almost right, Ying Zheng's voice suddenly softened.
"I need talented people."
He looked at the strongman as if he were looking at a rough stone that could be sculpted.
"Zhang Liang possessed extraordinary talent, yet he used it for such a trivial matter as revenge. How foolish and laughable!"
“Tell him that my empire is far more than just the land of these nine provinces.”
Before taking out the huge world map, Ying Zheng traced his finger across the vast ocean and the unknown lands.
"My journey is to the stars and the sea!"
"What I want to establish is an immortal Qin Empire that will last for ten thousand generations!"
"If he is willing to come, I can give him an unprecedented stage to fully display his talents. I will make him famous throughout history and leave a lasting legacy!"
"If he doesn't come..."
Ying Zheng's voice turned cold once again.
"Then I will have no choice but to destroy him myself."
"I love talent, but I also understand that talent that cannot be used by me is my greatest enemy."
"I never show mercy to the enemy."
Having said that, he stopped looking at the now completely crippled strongman, turned around, and walked back to the throne.
Just when everyone thought the matter was over, Ying Zheng issued an unexpected decree.
"Someone come here."
"Issue my decree."
"Take this man away and treat him properly, but do not kill him."
Everyone was stunned. Was His Majesty... going to let him go?
Even Zhou Jue raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
However, Ying Zheng's next order caused the air in the entire hall to freeze instantly!
His gaze fell on Xiao He and Chen Ping, who had just stood up and hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath.
"Three days later."
"Xiao He, Chen Ping, and Cao Can."
"The three of you, along with ten thousand elite Qin soldiers, shall personally escort this man back to Zhang Liang's side intact."
ah?
Let them...go see Zhang Liang?!
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