Ying Zheng personally led an army of 100,000 to surround the Mohists; it turned out that Zhao Gao had informed Ying Zheng of this.
Upon learning this news, Ying Zheng mobilized an army of 100,000 as quickly as possible and marched towards the Mohist school.
Although he was extremely disappointed in Lu Li, he couldn't sever the bond between them.
Therefore, when he learned of this news, he led an army of 100,000 without any hesitation.
Ying Zheng stood on the chariot and saw that Lu Li had already fainted. He was furious!
"You...how dare you injure the master like this!"
"All troops, listen to my command!"
"drink!"
Just as Ying Zheng was about to order an attack, Wang Xu stopped him.
"Emperor Qin Shi Huang, the Mohist School's mechanical arts are not just a name. Let's not add to the bloodshed. Take Lu Li back for treatment first."
After saying that, Wang Xu glanced at Mo Yun.
At this moment, Mo Yun was also watching Ying Zheng, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
He never imagined that the weakest state in the world, Qin, would eventually unify the country.
Even if he were incredibly powerful, he couldn't possibly be a match for an army of 100,000, but that's not the most important thing.
At their level, they value luck even more.
Back then, the Zhou Dynasty's fortunes had declined to their lowest point, and no country dared to challenge its position, even though it existed in name only.
It was because the Zhou Dynasty's fortune was still intact that King Wu of Qin, Ying Dang, attempted to challenge the Zhou Dynasty by resisting the Nine Tripods, but he was directly crushed to death by the tripods due to exhaustion.
Since then, countries have been even more hesitant to do so.
The Zhou Dynasty only truly dissipated when King Zhaoxiang of Qin, Ying Ji, transported the Nine Tripods back to Qin.
In those days, after the human emperor Yu the Great successfully controlled the floods, he divided the world into nine provinces and created nine tripods to intimidate the nine provinces.
These nine tripods represent fortune, and are further enhanced by the fortune of the human race.
Mo Yun dared not disbelieve such mysterious and enigmatic things.
Now that the Qin state has unified the world and is blessed with good fortune, Mo Yun naturally dares not make a move against Ying Zheng.
He said coldly, "You can take them away!"
Although he was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to confront the First Generation Guiguzi, whose strength was comparable to his own, and the Qin army of 100,000.
He had no choice but to back down! If a real war broke out, the Mo family would certainly be destroyed, but the Qin army would also pay a heavy price. All of these losses were beyond Mo Yun's capacity to bear.
At Ying Zheng's command, the soldiers carried Lu Li away.
Afterwards, Ying Zheng led his army away in a grand procession.
Watching Ying Zheng's departing figure, Mo Yun gritted his teeth and said, "Ying Zheng! Lu Li! The Ghost Valley lineage! Sooner or later, I will make you pay a bloody price!"
During the journey, Ying Zheng looked at Lu Li, who was on the verge of death, and his eyes showed great panic.
He kept calling out, "Sir, sir? Wake up, sir!"
"Sir, please don't scare me! I was wrong, I apologize!"
Lu Li's face grew paler and paler, and he could barely breathe.
Ying Zheng felt Lu Li's body growing colder and colder, and he became extremely anxious.
"Immortal Master, is there any way you can save him?" Ying Zheng asked Wang Xu, who was standing to the side.
Wang Xu shook his head: "He's already at his last gasp..."
"What?" Ying Zheng stood there, stunned.
Wang Xu's words pierced Ying Zheng's heart like a knife.
"How could this happen? Why did this happen..." Ying Zheng closed his eyes in anguish.
Wang Xu sighed and said, "Actually, Mo Yun's attack exceeded the power he could withstand at this stage; all his internal organs were shattered..."
After hearing Wang Xu's words, Ying Zheng suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar.
"Boom!"
Thunder rumbled in the sky, seemingly venting some resentment and sorrow.
After a moment, Ying Zheng calmed down and asked in a low voice, "Is there really no other way? Sir... isn't sir blessed with immortality?"
Wang Xu frowned and pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Perhaps, there is another way..."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's eyes widened instantly, and he exclaimed with delight, "What method? Please tell me, Immortal Master!"
Wang Xu pondered for a long time before finally making up his mind.
He slowly began to speak: "Find a grave, then bury him in it to preserve his body from decay, awaiting the birth of new internal organs..."
Wang Xu had lived for over two hundred years, spending his life indulging in worldly pleasures and showing little interest in the Guigu School or the Hundred Schools of Thought.
But when he learned that Lu Li had become a disciple of Guigu, he was just as shocked as Qu Yuan had been back then.
From that moment on, he had been secretly observing Lu Li and discovered that his appearance had never changed in all these decades, which further confirmed his suspicions.
"Is this... really possible?" Ying Zheng murmured.
This is too fantastical. Who knows how many years it will take for Lu Li's internal organs to regenerate?
"I don't know either, but at this point, we can only try anything!"
"Bring Lu Li back to Ghost Valley. If there is an opportunity in the future, perhaps he can come back to life!"
Upon hearing Wang Xu's words, Ying Zheng's expression darkened.
"But....."
He looked at Lu Li, who had fallen into a coma, in his arms, his heart filled with conflict.
Wang Xu sighed and said, "Emperor Qin Shi Huang, this is the only way. As for whether it will really work, let fate decide!"
Ying Zheng took a deep breath and slowly said, "I understand! Immortal Master, I will escort you back to Ghost Valley!"
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