Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

Rong'er blinked, "What about you? Are you going back to Southern Xinjiang?" Yang Ling shook his head, "No, I will continue to march north with General Meng and General Wang."

Rong'er heard this, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, "Then I won't go back either. Sister Lingyue asked me to stay, and I will definitely not leave."

The next day, Ying Zheng left the military camp under the escort of the Qin army.

Before leaving, Yang Ling took out a precious pill and gave it to him, "Your Majesty, this is a pill for emergencies, please accept it."

Ying Zheng took the pill gratefully, "Thank you for the medicine, sir."

After saying this, he ordered his men to reorganize the troops and prepare to set off.

Meng Tian, ​​Wang Jian and others bowed to the ground, "Your Majesty, we respectfully send you off!" Ying Zheng stood on the chariot, looking at everyone with a firm gaze, "Stand up! The victory or defeat of this battle depends on this, I hope you can work together. If you win, I will definitely reward you handsomely; if you lose, you and I will not escape death. So in this battle, everyone please be careful." His voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing in everyone's ears.

Meng Tian and Wang Jian replied in unison: "We will surely return victorious, Your Majesty, don't worry." Ying Zheng laughed, "I will wait and see!" His voice resounded through the sky, inspiring every soldier of the Qin Dynasty. Then, he waved his hand, and the chariot carrying him galloped away, rushing towards the direction of Xianyang. Yang Ling stayed where he was, watching Ying Zheng go away, his heart full of expectations and determination for the future.

The two generals, Meng Tian and Wang Jian, were leading the mighty Qin army, slowly advancing towards the northern territory.

At the moment, the world seems to be calm and harmonious.

However, since the revival of spiritual energy, the land of Kyushu has been undercurrents and turmoil.

Various hidden forces emerged one after another and quietly launched a fierce struggle, causing the world to once again show a trend of division.

Daqin, located in the middle of the Nine Provinces, stood proudly like a lion. However, this prominent position also made it the object of covetousness of the surrounding empires.

Especially the Xiongnu in the north, whose relationship with the Qin Dynasty had long since reached a freezing point, with tensions rising and conflicts imminent. Those foreign tribes that frequently invaded the border were probably not branches or allies of the Xiongnu.

In the Xiongnu royal court thousands of miles away from the Qin Dynasty, Chanyu Wuyan sat at the top of the table, looking terribly gloomy. He never expected that the Qin Dynasty would so decisively choose to march north to attack.

At this moment, the royal hall was filled with a heavy atmosphere of solemnity, which made people feel extremely depressed.

The leaders of the Xiongnu tribes were also in a dilemma and felt uneasy. They had finally gathered some extraordinary people and thought they could strengthen their strength, but unexpectedly, Agula was defeated on the front line and even died on the border of Daqin. Now, Agula's tribe demanded compensation, and Daqin's army was pressing forward step by step. This made Wuyan, who was originally excited by Agula's victory, feel extremely heavy.

When the Xiongnu tribes learned that the commanders of the Qin army were Meng Tian and Wang Jian, they were even more terrified and did not dare to act rashly. After all, the reputation of these two generals was no less than that of the Qin Emperor Ying Zheng himself.

Although the Qin Dynasty did not behead Agula's men in public this time, the Huns were well aware that the Qin army was so brutal and powerful that it was not easy to deal with.

"Chanyu, the Qin army is about to arrive. If we don't evacuate now, I'm afraid we will lose our last chance." A Xiongnu tribal leader said anxiously.

"Have you forgotten that the Qin Dynasty has always been avenging its enemies? If we retreat now, we will not be able to escape." Another leader echoed with a worried look on his face. As soon as he finished speaking, the worry on the faces of the other leaders became more and more intense.

"Then tell me, what should we do?" Wu Yan waved his hands irritably, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly.

"What should I do? What should I do now?"

"Agula once said that Emperor Qin has mastered immortal arts and is difficult to fight against."

Wu Yan listened to the leaders' discussion, clenched his fists, and his eyes flashed with anger and anxiety. He knew very well that he was also upset and confused at the moment.

"Chanyu, we can only take it one step at a time."

"If we really can't resist the Qin's offensive, perhaps we can send envoys to ask for peace."

"Seeking peace? How is that possible? We have been at odds with the Qin for a hundred years. How could they let us go so easily?"

"Then what do you say we should do? Do you want us to fight to the death?"

Facing the quarrel, Wu Yan shouted angrily, but he could not hide his inner weakness. He actually did not have the courage to fight to the death with Daqin.

At this moment, there was a cold light flashing in Wu Yan's eyes, and he seemed to be thinking about some deep plan.

"Chanyu, please say something. Are we just going to sit here and wait for the Qin Dynasty to attack us?" The leaders looked at the silent Wuyan and asked anxiously.

"Humph, are you scared? How have we, the Huns' warriors, ever feared death?" Wuyan stared at everyone with a ferocious expression.

"Chanyu, the Qin army is too powerful." A leader said worriedly.

"Even if we die, we must protect our tribe!" Another leader stepped forward and said passionately.

"Yes, there are no cowards among us Xiongnu men!" This man was the great elder of the Wuyan tribe. He once fought side by side with Wuyan and conquered the border of the Qin Dynasty. He would rather die than surrender.

"If the generals of the Qin dare to harm our people, they will pay the price, even if it means we will all perish together!" Wu Yan looked around and said in a cold voice.

"Don't worry, Chanyu. We Xiongnu men are never afraid of death!"

"Even if we die, we will let them taste our power!" The leaders expressed their opinions one after another, their voices full of determination.

Seeing everyone's attitude, Wu Yan nodded with satisfaction.

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind that if the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty really dared to attack their tribe, he would make the Qin Dynasty pay a heavy price.

However, Wuyan did not have a clear plan at the moment. They could only wait for the arrival of the Qin army and then make a decision based on the other party's attitude and strength.

At this moment, Wu Yan's deputy rushed into the tent and knelt on the ground.

"Report to the Chanyu, the Qin cavalry has appeared on the grassland and is heading towards our camp. It is expected to arrive in half a day!"

"What?" Upon hearing this news, everyone in the field gasped. The Qin army came so quickly! Everyone's face showed fear. Wu Yan's pupils also shrank suddenly, but he forced himself to remain calm and did not show any emotion.

After a long time, Wu Yan slowly spoke, his voice full of determination: "Since they are here, let's not spare any of them. I will use their blood to commemorate our ancestors!"

His voice echoed in the big tent, instantly silencing everyone. Fear appeared on everyone's faces again. After a long while, the leaders finally reacted, and they all fell to the ground and said in unison: "The Chanyu is wise. The Qin and our tribe have been feuding for a long time. Today's battle is inevitable!"

Afterwards, the leaders hurriedly left Wuyan's tent to prepare for battle. At this time, Wang Jian and Meng Tian were unaware of the turmoil in the Xiongnu tribe. They had only one goal, which was the Xiongnu's royal city.

Meng Tian's eyes were sharp as a knife. He stared at the densely packed tents ahead and said softly, "Sir, the Xiongnu camp is ahead. After these days of investigation, we learned that Agula was instigated by the Xiongnu Chanyu Wuyan to invade the border of Daqin."

Hearing this, Yang Ling looked at the tent in front of him curiously.

The Xiongnu, a nation recorded in history books as brutal and bloodthirsty, now actually stood on the opposite side of the Qin Dynasty. He thought to himself that such an enemy must not be left behind. So Yang Ling said to Meng Tian and Wang Jian beside him in a decisive manner: "Two generals, the Xiongnu are barbaric and brutal, and our Qin Dynasty cannot coexist with them. Especially the Xiongnu Chanyu Wuyan, he must be eradicated, otherwise he will become a big trouble in the future. In this battle, we can only win, not lose. Moreover, do not capture the enemy, as long as they are Xiongnu, kill them without mercy!"

His voice was firm and powerful, making both Meng Tian and Wang Jian feel his determination.

Meng Tian stood up, bowed and said, "Sir, you are wise. I will do my best!"

Wang Jian followed closely behind, bowed to Yang Ling and said, "Don't worry, sir. We will never let any Xiongnu escape."

Yang Ling looked at them, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, go ahead. End this battle as soon as possible."

Hearing Yang Ling's order, Meng Tian responded without hesitation: "Yes, sir. Our army will begin to deploy the plan to attack the Xiongnu royal court."

Yang Ling reminded again: "Remember, no matter whether they surrender or not, capture them first. As for the leaders of the Xiongnu tribes, leave them to me. I hope you can break through the Xiongnu royal court as soon as possible!"

Wang Jian smiled and replied, "Okay, then we will act according to your wishes. Please rest assured, sir."

After saying this, he rode forward and charged. Meng Tian followed closely behind him, and the two of them joined forces and launched a fierce charge towards the Xiongnu camp.

At this moment, Wang Jian and Meng Tian were filled with excitement and anticipation.

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The mighty Qin army was unstoppable throughout the journey, and their strength was enough to sweep away all enemies.

If a real fight breaks out, no matter how many Huns there are, they will not be enough for them to kill.

Seeing how brave the Qin army was, the Huns began to defend themselves nervously.

However, the Qin army's fighting power was too strong. In just a few moments, they killed hundreds of Hun warriors.

In the Xiongnu camp, Chanyu Wuyan sat on the commander's seat, watching the battle, and fell into deep thought. He kept searching for a way to break the spell, but at this moment he was already in a desperate situation. If there were no reinforcements, he would probably become a prisoner if he continued like this.

Just as he was hesitating and feeling fearful, deafening shouts of killing were heard again outside the camp.

The Qin army had already broken through their defenses with great force and was approaching the royal court.

At this moment, Wu Yan felt that his legs were trembling and his heart was filled with unprecedented fear and despair.

Even in such a desperate situation, Wu Yan couldn't help but feel a strong desire to survive. He thought to himself that he had to survive no matter what and couldn't just sit there and wait to die.

"Boom! Boom!"

Outside the camp, explosions and whistling sounds came one after another, as deafening as thunder.

In this brief moment, countless Hun soldiers had fallen in a pool of blood, and the camp was in a tragic scene.

Wu Yan witnessed all this, his eyes burning red with anger and grief.

Although these people were not his confidants, each of them was a member of his tribe, and now countless of them have been killed or injured.

However, what made the Huns even more disheartened was that the Qin army was once again ready to go with high morale.

The aura emanating from those Qin soldiers was simply suffocating. Compared with ordinary Hun soldiers, there was a world of difference between them.

"Chanyu, be careful!" A cry of surprise broke Wu Yan's meditation. He stood up suddenly and walked quickly towards the camp gate.

But when he arrived at the camp gate, the scene before him terrified him. He saw that Meng Tian and Wang Jian had led a large army and had surrounded the Xiongnu royal court.

"Who are you?" Wu Yan asked coldly with a gloomy face.

Upon hearing this, Meng Tian just stared at him coldly, his gaze as piercing as ice.

It was not until Wu Yan could no longer hold on that Meng Tian slowly spoke: "I am Meng Tian under the command of Emperor Qin. Today I have come to attack you invaders. You'd better surrender, otherwise I will kill you without mercy!"

Meng Tian's voice was filled with a chill, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yan was immediately furious: "How dare you trespass into my royal court? You are simply courting death!"

After saying that, he turned around and shouted to the Xiongnu people around him: "We Xiongnu have never been afraid of anyone. Brothers, follow me and kill!"

Wu Yan, angry and humiliated, swung the golden mace in his hand and rushed towards Meng Tian. He was determined to find a way out for himself, otherwise he would probably die today.

"clang!"

However, at the moment he raised the mace, the weapon in Meng Tian's hand also struck like lightning. The two suddenly collided in the air, making a deafening noise.

Immediately afterwards, the weapon in Meng Tian's hand emitted a brilliant light, like lightning across the night sky.

"laugh!"

The next moment, Wuyan, the Khan of the Xiongnu, was chopped into pieces by Meng Tian, ​​leaving him no room for resistance.

In an instant, all the Huns looked at Meng Tian in fear, who looked like a god of death.

On the other hand, Yang Ling was also thinking about the secrets of cultivation. He knew that the path of cultivation not only focused on cultivation and magic power, but also on luck and cause and effect.

There are three thousand great ways, and the way of man is people-oriented. Helping the world is the right way.

Gaining the faith of all living beings is actually a form of spiritual practice.

Thinking of this, a hint of anticipation flashed across Yang Ling's eyes.

However, he did not realize that once one takes humans as the foundation of practice, it would involve great cause and effect.

There will be more hardships and tests, but of course the rewards will be greater.

Every sip and bite has its own destiny; the cycle of cause and effect is determined by heaven. (End of this chapter)