The group stepped into the palace, only to be taken aback. It was empty and rather dimly lit.
If it weren't for the light shining in from outside, it would probably be pitch black inside, and you wouldn't be able to see anything at all.
They had come with the intention of killing the enemy, but upon entering the palace, they found no sign of the enemy. This left the deputy general and his soldiers somewhat bewildered, standing on either side of the palace, looking at each other, unsure of what to do.
As Wang Jian followed Ying Zheng into the palace, he was quite puzzled by what he saw. "How could this be?"
Based on all the current circumstances, this is indeed the stronghold of the Yin Yang School, and if so, there should be many disciples here.
You should know that the Yin Yang School is known as a gathering place for evil cultivators in the world, and the number of its members is incalculable. It would never be so deserted.
Ying Zheng looked around the empty palace and asked in confusion, "Could it be that the news leaked out and the Yin Yang School people fled upon hearing the noise?"
Although it was a possibility, upon closer examination, Ying Zheng felt it was unlikely, since he cared deeply about this war and had done a good job of keeping it secret.
Although many soldiers went to war, they only knew that they were going to war, but they did not know who the enemy they were going to face was, and they did not even know where they were going until they arrived at the battlefield.
With this level of secrecy, it's virtually impossible for the Yin-Yang School to know the news in advance.
Moreover, it would certainly take a considerable amount of time for such a large group of people to escape.
Just as the two were wondering what was going on, bonfires suddenly lit up on both sides, illuminating the entire palace.
As the light increased, a figure quietly emerged on the skull chair directly in front of Ying Zheng.
The man was dressed in a long black robe covered with crimson marks. As the light illuminated the area, his aged face became clearer, revealing a white beard and white hair, and eyes that seemed sunken into his face.
But what's most striking is the cane he's holding, topped with a pale white skull, which looks quite eerie.
The old man in black robes sat in a chair, and his slightly shrill voice rang out, "I have always wondered if I would have the honor of meeting His Majesty, who has unified the six kingdoms, in my lifetime. It seems that you have treated me well, and you have allowed me to meet His Majesty once before I die."
Ying Zheng scrutinized the attire, his gaze darkening. "You are Mo Hun, aren't you?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Jian's expression changed slightly. "This old man is the head of the Yin-Yang School?"
Although he had never met Mo Hun, everyone in the world should know that Mo Hun led a group of people to escape from Taoism, form their own school, and name it the Yin Yang School.
Mo Hun stood up. "It is truly an honor for His Majesty to know my humble name."
Ying Zheng looked at him and said, "So many soldiers have come in, yet you are still here. It seems you are not afraid."
Mo Hun looked at Ying Zheng and said, "The Yin-Yang School is the representative of the unorthodox way. It may seem that there is no one guarding it, but in reality, it has thousands of troops. Why should we be afraid?"
Ying Zheng continued, "A thousand troops? Is that the trump card you rely on to dare to provoke the Qin Dynasty so recklessly?"
Mo Hun's expression changed slightly. "Your Majesty has misunderstood. The Yin Yang School has no intention of provoking the Great Qin."
As he spoke, his gaze turned icy. "Instead, we want to destroy the Great Qin."
Upon hearing this, Wang Jian snorted coldly, "You old, gray-haired bastard, how dare you harbor such delusional fantasies about the Great Qin!"
Ying Zheng looked at Mo Hun and said, "It seems you don't understand what you're facing."
Mo Hun chuckled lightly, "Is it Your Majesty who doesn't understand?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept in, causing the bonfire inside the palace to flicker incessantly.
As the whirlwind appeared, a surge of yin energy rose in front of Mo Hun, and dozens of figures appeared before him.
They were a group of people dressed in black cloaks, with huge black hats covering most of their faces, making it impossible to see their features.
Mo Hun looked at Ying Zheng and said, "The Qin Dynasty killed many members of the Yin-Yang School, didn't it?"
Ying Zheng understood what he meant and replied, "You mean Xu Fu and those so-called people who want to help him avenge himself?"
Xu Fu almost brought disaster to the Qin Dynasty, and the alchemists who followed him should also have been involved. If Xu Fu was a member of the Yin-Yang School, then those alchemists who followed him might also have been.
Even those who later sought revenge for Xu Fu and dared to cause trouble for the Qin Dynasty might have been members of the Yin-Yang School.
But without exception, all of those guys perished at the hands of the Qin Dynasty.
Mo Hun looked at Ying Zheng and said, "It's good that Your Majesty still remembers. After all, it's a debt that needs to be repaid. No matter what I do, Qin should have no complaints, right?"
Ying Zheng looked at him and said, "I will never forgive anyone who dares to try to shake up the Great Qin. If you want to collect a debt, you'll have to show the corresponding strength."
Upon hearing this, Mo Hun suddenly burst into laughter, "Haha! Hahaha! Hahahaha!"
He laughed loudly, as if he had encountered something very funny.
After a burst of laughter, he looked at Ying Zheng and said, "Your Majesty, don't you find it strange that everything is going so smoothly?"
Ying Zheng looked at him. "What do you mean?"
He could tell that Mo Hun was implying something, given the current situation, his reaction was quite abnormal.
Logically speaking, when a powerful force has its strongholds found and its defenses breached, the enemy stands right in front of it, sharpening their knives.
Any leader should feel the sense of crisis.
But Mo Hun's performance was too bland, as if everything was unrelated to him, which was rather strange.
Mo Hun replied, "Whether it's the intelligence about the Yin Yang School's stronghold or the fact that we didn't make any moves along the way, allowing you to reach the Yin Yang School's stronghold so easily, don't you think everything went too smoothly?"
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng looked at him and asked, "You knew all along that Qin would come? Yet you didn't flee?"
Mo Hun's expression turned serious. "Your Majesty is indeed Your Majesty; you realized the problem so quickly."
Upon hearing this, Wang Jian also realized, "So, this wasn't an attack by Great Qin, but a trap set by you, you old codger?"
Mo Hun looked at Wang Jian, "It's too late to realize this now."
After he finished speaking, the black-robed man in front of him began to form hand seals. Yin energy surged around him, gathered together, and soared into the sky. The powerful force swept out and shocked the entire palace.
As that powerful aura gathered, a huge array appeared above the palace, with countless black characters rotating and surging with yin energy, as if some terrifying being was about to descend.
Mo Hun stared at Ying Zheng, "It's a pity that such a wise emperor is about to perish here."
Sensing that powerful force, Wang Jian's eyes darkened. "It seems that old codger was prepared all along."
Ying Zheng, however, remained calm and said, "Let him witness the power of the Qin Dynasty."
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