The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 732: Imperial Might as Prison
Hearing Ying Zheng's question, An Yun replied carefully and respectfully: "Your Majesty is the Holy Lord appointed by Heaven. I only wish to be behind Your Majesty and help Your Majesty achieve greater success with my humble efforts. It would be enough for me to witness the ancient prosperity."

After that, An Yun paused, and then said: "In addition, I also have some selfish motives. I would like to ask Your Majesty, can you also send my former teacher Zou Yan and my uncle Zou Shi to the Temple of Sages to enjoy offerings and sacrifices?"

"All that I have learned throughout my life was taught by my mentor and uncle. These secrets were also taught by my master and uncle."

An Yun was once again under tremendous pressure waiting for Ying Zheng's response. Although it wasn't long, An Yun now felt what it meant to live every day like a year. Bai Jie's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and she felt that her inner clothes were already wet.

She hadn't felt such pressure in a long time.

Ying Zheng chuckled softly and ordered, "Crawl over here."

An Yun felt relieved when she finally heard Ying Zheng speak. But then, the content of his words struck her like lightning, and she felt a great insult surge into her heart.

She bit the corner of her cherry-like lips, her pearly teeth sank slightly, and a hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, but in the end, she still crawled obediently to the side of Ying Zheng.

"Hmm?" Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and expressed his dissatisfaction in a low voice.

An Yun hurriedly crawled forward two more steps, and at this moment, she was already at Ying Zheng's feet.

Ying Zheng raised his hand, and his slender fingers slowly stroked An Yun's ink-black hair. His movements were gentle, yet filled with unquestionable arrogance, as if he was stroking a kitten or puppy.

An Yun was filled with grief and indignation, but her face showed no signs of abnormality. She just lowered her head slightly and obediently allowed Ying Zheng to touch her, hoping that Ying Zheng would feel more comfortable with her touch.

Ying Zheng said calmly, "You have a very high level of cultivation and a great talent. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are both talented and beautiful. In today's world, if you don't count the people from Taiji Palace and Xuanyu Guard, your cultivation level can definitely compete for the top ten, or even the top five."

"At your age, you are already a rare genius. If you are given another twenty years, it is not impossible for you to compete for the top spot in this world."

Ying Zheng paused here, showing an emotionless smile, and asked softly: "But do you know? Even with your cultivation level, if I want to kill you, it's just a matter of moving my fingers. Do you believe it?"

When An Yun heard this, her whole body tensed up.

After hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "Yes."

An Yun's reaction made Ying Zheng chuckle. He stretched out his index finger and gently lifted the beauty's swan-like delicate chin. The action seemed gentle, but it carried an irresistible force, making her look at him.

This is indeed a stunningly beautiful face. Her skin is as white as snow, her eyes are like twinkling stars in the night sky, her nose is straight, and her lips are like blooming roses, so beautiful that they are tempting to the touch.

An Yun and Ying Zheng looked at each other, and as if they were scalded, they quickly lowered their eyes. Even with their heads raised, they did not dare to look directly into Ying Zheng's eyes.

"Look at me." Ying Zheng's voice sounded again, with unquestionable majesty.

An Yun felt her chin was pinched and hurt. She made up her mind and looked straight at Ying Zheng, mustering up the courage to look him in the face.

The next moment, something unexpected happened.

An Yun's cherry-like mouth, painted with bright red rouge, suddenly spurted out large gulps of blood, and her whole body shook violently.

The blood that spurted out was all hit back onto her body by the invisible true energy.

However, Ying Zheng still sat upright on the throne, his imperial robe spotless.

Ying Zheng released the hand that was pinching her chin and let An Yun collapse to the ground. Her whole body was shaking violently, and blood was flowing out of her mouth and nose, spreading on the ground.

This was the first time she had suffered such severe internal injuries since Zou Yan passed on his skills to her.

"Do you believe it now?"

To An Yun, Ying Zheng's calm voice seemed to come from the Netherworld. Her whole body's Qi was running around like a wild horse, and her mind was in a mess. Her entire Niwan Zifu seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles, and her head was splitting, and she couldn't speak at all.

Ying Zheng still sat on the throne, high above, like a towering mountain. After An Yun calmed down a little and could at least hear his words clearly, she said to herself calmly: "With my cultivation, unless I am really a god descending from heaven, there is no one in the world who can match me."

"But I have never killed anyone myself."

"What do you think I relied on to unify the world and sweep across the land? Was it the Nine Cauldrons? Was it the power of the Azure Dragon?"

Ying Zheng sneered and said, "How ridiculous! Only people like you would pin everything on an illusory legend. If these things were really useful, Daxia would not have perished."

"King Yu forged the Nine Cauldrons, but I also forged the Imperial Seal and the Emperor's Sword. But did they grant me the power?"

"Humph! It's because of me that they have become supreme treasures."

Ying Zheng said majestically: "I maintain order, change order, create order, and bring a stable and safe order to the people of the world, so that the people of the world can live and work in peace and contentment. Therefore, I am the master of the world and the father of hundreds of millions of subjects!" "Fools in the world always think that they can have everything if they have power, but they don't understand what power is."

"The illusory divine power is power, but that power is empty and ridiculous. I hold the power of heaven and control the lives of billions of people. I can kill you with just one word. Is this power?"

"On what basis?"

"Power is based on violence, but this violence must be stable and controllable, otherwise how can we have it?"

"The world is won by strong soldiers and horses, but where did these strong soldiers and horses come from? Who in the world knows? Could it be that they fell from the sky?"

"I maintain order and create order. I know exactly how I gained my power and how I could lose it."

Ying Zheng leaned forward slightly, looked at An Yun jokingly, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "You are pursuing the illusory power of the blue dragon. Aren't you just hoping for an illusory, ethereal, and irresistible force to fall from the sky? It's like God suddenly gave you a million-strong army and hundreds of millions of subjects."

"Moreover, these millions of soldiers and hundreds of millions of subjects are all loyal to you and have no second thoughts."

When Ying Zheng said this, he burst into laughter, and his laughter was full of disdain and sarcasm.

"Then how can you control this power? And how can you control this power?"

"There are always idiots like you who blindly advocate and indulge in violence, pursuing illusory power without knowing how to be down-to-earth."

"Where in this world is there a power that comes out of nowhere, can be controlled by anyone, and is unmatched?"

Ying Zheng's expression became even more playful. He leaned over and rubbed An Yun's head, sneering, "Why do you bother with this? It's faster to just dream than to fantasize about pursuing such things. For Yin-Yang masters, it's not difficult to control what you dream about, isn't it?"

Ying Zheng snorted coldly, casually shook off An Yun's delicate head, sat upright on the throne, looked down and said loudly: "I have worked day and night, worked diligently and selflessly, and persevered for more than 30 years to gain this vast territory. Could it be that I relied on fate?"

"I am the supreme ruler of the world, but I am still trembling with fear and working diligently on government affairs. I dare not slack off in the slightest. What is the reason for this?!"

Ying Zheng shouted loudly: "Human affairs are endless, what can Heaven do?!" At this moment, Ying Zheng was like a god from heaven, his aura was majestic, unattainable and awe-inspiring.

Now An Yun has finally recovered. Although the internal energy is still dry, she has finally regained her spirit and some strength.

She knew that Ying Zheng was an unparalleled master, the best in the world, and that she was no match for him.

But I never expected it to be so vulnerable.

He didn't even take any action. Just a glance was enough to shock his soul and spirit, and the true Qi that was originally flowing freely throughout his body suddenly lost all control. His entire body's energy and spirit became disordered and paralyzed, and the runaway true Qi instantly caused him serious damage.

To be honest, An Yun suffered from her high level of cultivation. If her level of cultivation was not high, or if she had no true energy at all, Ying Zheng's move would not have been so effective.

Although if an ordinary person were hit by this move, he might not be physically hurt, but there is a high probability that his spirit would completely collapse and turn him into an idiot.

A person's cultivation and true Qi are both controlled by the mind. Under years of guidance, the true Qi will operate naturally and step by step, and generally there will be no problems.

However, when the soul and spirit are suddenly severely damaged, coupled with the severe impact, they will instinctively resist. At this time, if the true energy in the body cannot be controlled, it will easily run wild. If it cannot be vented, it will naturally hurt oneself.

Ying Zheng's move was not just a simple mental shock, but also a teasing of the true Qi after breaking through the mind. At this time, the mind was completely defeated and there was no time to control it. In just a moment, An Yun fell there with blood spurting out.

Well. This doesn't count as Ying Zheng hitting a woman. This is An Yun's own internal energy hitting her defenseless self, and it's working to its full effect.

Ying Zheng just taught her a lesson, and didn't want to completely destroy her. If she was defeated in an instant, she would stop pursuing. With the unique spiritual practice of the Yin-Yang family, she could recover quickly.

After all, when the true energy in her body cannot feel the external attacks and when it feels the damage inside her body, it will naturally protect itself and repair itself according to the circulation route that has been engraved in her bones over the years.

This time would not be very long, but it would be enough for an ordinary person to kill her several times.

An Yun was now prostrating herself at Ying Zheng's feet, her inky black hair scattered on the ground in disarray. She didn't even bother to wipe off the blood and sweat that had stained her hair, her heart filled with fear.

And Ying Zheng's scolding and ridicule made her feel so ashamed that she couldn't even face anyone.

After all, she grew up in the Yin-Yang family. Although the training was hard, she had enough food and clothing, or to be more precise, she had a life of luxury.

As long as she becomes stronger through practice, she won't need to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, as the Yin-Yang Family will provide them all. She has only been in charge for a few days, so how could she know the difficulties of being in charge, nor the essence of how society works.

(End of this chapter)