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

Chapter 10 Lü Buwei's Frustration

The voice was somewhat hoarse, perhaps because he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Six Sword Slaves, Cut Water.

Ying Jing narrowed his eyes slightly. The Six Sword Slaves actually dared to defy orders?

He's not a god, so this scene was quite unexpected.

The Six Sword Slaves are special beings within the Luo Wang (Net of Heaven).

They've been training together since the day they joined the Luo Wang organization, developing teamwork and practicing combined attack techniques.

Each of them is of the highest caliber, but they never act separately. Even when carrying out missions, they still work together as a group of six.

From this perspective, what Duan Shui said is not wrong.

However, a net is a weapon.

A murder weapon doesn't need its own thoughts; it only needs to execute orders.

As a murder weapon, cutting off the water supply is somewhat inadequate.

Zhao Ji was truly incapable of being a ruler!

The killing machine that Luo Wang painstakingly cultivated could be ruined by her!

This is because I've always been too good to them!

If it were one of Lü Buwei's men, let's see who would dare.

The weapon was acting out of control, but Ying Jing didn't show any anger on his face. Instead, he flashed a bright smile.

How could a person as upright and great as Jing Dashan get angry just because he was refuted?

He's not so intolerant of opposition as to be unable to hear it, especially when the other party has valid reasons!

"If I remember correctly, Duan Shui's position among the Six Sword Slaves was that of a hermit."

As he spoke, Ying Jing released his arms from the embroiderer's embrace.

He gently patted her fair hand twice to reassure her not to do anything for the time being.

Although Ying Jing was smiling, Duan Shui felt an invisible pressure.

His voice was still hoarse: "Young Master knows the Six Sword Slaves very well. Each of the Six Sword Slaves has their own duties, and Duan Shui's position is indeed that of a hermit."

Ying Jing clapped his hands, his smile growing even brighter.

"Hermits are often thoughtful, planning carefully before acting, and taking lives invisibly."

"You have doubts about orders, you can think, and you can refute them, which is good."

Jing Dashan was not angry at all; in fact, he even praised him a few times.

"but--"

"The leader of the Six Sword Slaves is Zhen Gang. If there are any doubts, they should be addressed by Zhen Gang, not by you."

Jing Dashan also had a penchant for being a teacher, and he earnestly instructed: "You should always remember that you are a hermit. You do not seek to hide from the world or the wilderness, but at least you can hide among the six of you and wait to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy."

As he spoke, he gradually approached the location of the Six Sword Slaves.

They finally stopped when they were only three steps away from the water supply being cut off.

"As the hermit among the Six Sword Slaves, you are somewhat unqualified."

Ying Jing shook his head slightly: "It's fortunate that this happened here today. If you had made such a mistake during a critical mission, it wouldn't just have harmed yourself."

As Ying Jing continued to speak and approach, Duan Shui's expression grew increasingly pale.

He wanted to argue, but found he couldn't even open his mouth.

They wanted to escape, but they couldn't move at all.

Ying Jing's eyes were lowered, yet they were tinged with a hazy purple aura.

A purple python was spiraling down his neck and clinging tightly to Duan Shui's body.

It's not that the benevolent Master Jing wouldn't let you escape, it's just that this Purple Python of Fortune really enjoys playing with you...

"Hand over the Broken Water Sword, and I will find another master for it. You may return to the Net."

"Although you are no longer qualified, I am still very satisfied with the others. I can't let you ruin their lives."

Jing Dashan is still so kind!

Even if the other party has made a serious mistake, they are still willing to spare his life and give him a chance to repent and start anew.

As he spoke, Ying Jing glanced at Soul Transfer and Soul Destruction again.

Look at them, they execute orders without hesitation, that's what makes a proper murder weapon!

Hand over the Broken Water Sword and return to the Net?

Duan Shui's face turned somewhat pale.

Even for an ordinary swordsman, the sword is of utmost importance, let alone the Net where "a person may die, but the sword must not perish."

Ying Jing didn't say he wanted his life, but that was no different from taking his life.

If he really goes back to Luo Wang, his fate will only be worse than death.

He regretted cutting off the water supply, but it was too late.

Unconsciously, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Swish swish!

In an instant, including Zhuanhun and Miepo who were already beside Xiu Niang, along with Zhengang, Luanshen, and Wangliang, the five sword slaves simultaneously drew their swords.

The water cut-off has developed its own thoughts, and those thoughts have become problematic, but they have no thoughts at all!

Protecting Ying Jing's safety and obeying his orders is their mission.

That subtle hint of murderous intent had already sealed Duan Shui's fate.

Eyes, throat, heart, genitals...

Each person attacks the weakest or most fatal part of the human body!

Tsk!

How can it be a tragic word!

"Why do this? Why do this!"

The purple aura in Jing Dashanren's eyes quickly dissipated.

He squinted his eyes as hard as he could.

Unfortunately... great sorrow leaves no tears; the philanthropist Jing Da simply couldn't squeeze out any.

"Your problem is really too big. I really can't let you stay in the Six Sword Slaves and harm the others. I only want your Broken Water Sword, I didn't mean to take your life!"

"Though I did not kill Duan Shui, Duan Shui died because of me!"

Unable to bear watching any longer, the benevolent Jing took the Broken Water Sword and turned his back.

He didn't want the remaining five sword slaves and the embroiderer to see his grief-stricken state, where he couldn't even cry.

"A man of the martial world, now old and frail, surely Duan Shui doesn't want to be buried like an ordinary person. So please help me hold a grand cremation for him."

“Even if he made a big mistake, he has protected the Empress Dowager for so many years. He has worked hard even if he has no merit.”

After a moment's thought, the benevolent Jing finally came up with a good idea.

He finally turned around, his voice tinged with surprise: "Let his ashes be scattered into the Wei River. The Wei River is the mother river of our Qin state, so that his spirit in heaven can be with our great Qin!"

Jing Dashan is always so kind and considerate of others!

Even if the other party is just a substandard murder weapon, the aftermath must be arranged so meticulously!

Meanwhile, Ying Jing was making arrangements for the aftermath of the water shortage.

On the other side, in the largest mansion in the center of Xianyang City, an old man also looked worried.

His face was old and wrinkled, and even his hair had turned quite white.

However, no one in the world dared to underestimate this old man who seemed to be on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Because he was Lü Buwei, a legendary figure who rose from a mere merchant to become the Prime Minister of Qin.

"What exactly is Cheng Jiao trying to do? Even I wouldn't dare to assassinate a young master in Xianyang!"

Lü Buwei was somewhat annoyed.

That's not how you play the political game!

Those who break the rules will only be attacked by the masses.

He was the one whose interests were most affected by Ying Jing, yet he didn't dare to assassinate him directly.

What frustrated and aggrieved Lü Buwei the most was that it was clearly Cheng Jiao's stupid act that had backfired and brought trouble upon him.

The King of Qin's blatant surveillance of the Prime Minister's residence made the seasoned official feel uneasy.

"Arrange things with Li Wu as soon as possible. We must ensure that Cheng Jiao's every move is under my watchful eye."

After calming down slightly, Lü Buwei looked at the figure dressed as a Qin soldier in front of him.