Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 280: New Qin Destiny
With a creaky sound, the iron door slowly opened, and a rotten smell mixed with sandalwood filled the air.

The walls here are brown and yellow, the space seems small, and I don't know how thick the walls are.

They heard a faint rustling sound, and then they saw a man writing something at a desk.

He was very focused. He held the brush and carved on a small piece of yellow paper stroke by stroke. After finishing, he changed to another one.

And the piece of yellow paper was gently placed behind him to add thickness to the "wall".

That's not a wall! That's the thickness of the yellow paper stacked up. How thick is it?

Looking around, there are walls like this everywhere, and that person is still painting stroke by stroke, concentrating and focusing.

How long did he paint?
Old Emperor Qin's eyes fell on Chen Ning'an, he took a deep breath, and did not disturb him.

They stood and waited, waiting for the sky to set and for the sun to rise. Finally, Chen Ning'an slowly withdrew his hand.

"Emperor Qin, you are much more capable than your child."

With this kind of patience and character, it is no wonder that great things can be accomplished. New Qin has been as stable as a rock during this period.

"Just wait a moment." Old Emperor Qin bowed to Chen Ning'an and said:

"Compared to the benefactor who saved my Xin Qin, it's worth it even if my old bones wait to die."

Chen Ning'an nodded slightly: "Your Majesty came to see me, is there something?"

"If everything is alright, please go back. I will continue to make preparations."

He worked tirelessly, but these talismans were still not enough to bring about the fall of this world.

The old Qin Emperor's eyes moved across the yellow paper. Those mysterious lines were exactly the same as the lines on the red leaves that Zhang Jia described as having killed Chen An.

In his eyes, these things seemed to suddenly become fierce and aggressive.

He suddenly thought, what would happen if these things fell on his head, Xin Qin, one day?

Why did he have this idea? Old Qin Emperor didn't know that his idea was actually the same as the truth.

"Dear sir, I am here to thank you."

The old Qin Emperor said, "I would like to invite you to the imperial capital. There is everything you need. If you need anything, I, Xin Qin, will do my best to satisfy you."

This was his purpose. The old dragon saw the value in Chen Ning'an.

If what Zhang Jia said was true, Chen Ning'an alone destroyed an era.

All the powerful Night's Watchmen are dead, so the royal family can naturally deal with the remaining Night's Watchmen.

"Oh?"

Chen Ning'an raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Whatever you ask, can you satisfy me?"

"Yes, sir."

Emperor Qin did not deny this statement: "Intelligence, materials, or anything else, even my life, can be given to you, sir."

"hehe."

Chen Ning'an turned his head slowly: "Your Majesty, what if I want to save the fate of the new Qin?"

National destiny!

The old Qin Emperor's eyes sparkled.

He met Chen Ning'an's gaze. The man seemed to be smiling, but he met his gaze without losing any momentum.

In these eyes, Old Qin Emperor found that he could not see any other emotional fluctuations.

When Chen Ning'an said he wanted national destiny, that was what he wanted, without any other emotions mixed in.

"If New Qin is gone, what will happen to the fate of our country?"

He asked in a low voice, his voice already hoarse.

"The country's fortune is gone. The New Qin will probably end within a hundred years."

"What if I don't agree?"

Old Emperor Qin looked at Chen Ning'an, testing his attitude.

"I asked, and you must agree." Chen Ning'an said calmly: "You have no right to refuse."

The old man's figure suddenly hunched over, his eyelids drooped, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"In fact, even if I don't take your national destiny, New Qin will perish within the next hundred years."

Chen Ningan smiled gently, picked up the brush again and said, "If you don't invite me, I will go to Xianyangjing to take a look. This world is actually very small."

Since the first time he arrived in the imperial capital, he had actually had this idea when he saw the country's fortune gathering, but his strength was far from enough at that time.

But now it’s different. There are more than 100,000 thunder talismans in this warehouse.
He can boldly say that he can deal with all the monsters and demons, and the layout of the new Qin can also start now.

Emperor Qin was silent about this...

Three days later, Chen Ning'an set foot in Xianyang Capital.

Compared with the later period, the current Xianyang Capital is not prosperous, but it has more ancient charm and the imperial palace is newer.

The Suzaku Gate is decorated with carved inner brilliance. This gate has not been destroyed.

"This is my palace."

The old Qin Emperor spoke softly, he could not see the so-called luck, but Chen Ning'an could see it.

According to the art of qi-gazing, this place is full of grandeur and magnificence, with dragon veins condensed. Xianyang Capital must be the guardian of the country.

There are already vehicles moving on both sides of the street, and of course, there are also naughty children running and playing.

In front of them, there was a group of young men in luxurious clothes, running towards them, smiling at each other.

"ah!"

The child in the lead glanced at Chen Ning'an and the others, then suddenly froze in shock and stood still.

"Brother Chun, what's wrong?"

The children behind him stopped when they saw this. The child shook his head and pointed at Chen Ningan and his group and said:
"Look, does that old man look like Emperor Qin?"

"How is that possible? The Emperor Qin is sitting in the palace. You must have seen it wrong."

"Maybe I saw it wrong." The young man left half-believing and half-doubting, and soon the sound of playful fighting was heard again.

"That child is the eldest son of Prince Chun's family."

Emperor Qin saw that Chen Ning'an was staring at him and began to explain softly.

Zhang Jia did not come. He was left in Mucheng by Chen Ning'an and moved along the predetermined trajectory.

"Really? That child, is he called Chun Busheng?"

"Yes."

The old Qin Emperor smiled lightly, but his expression gradually became gloomy.

"My New Qin only has a hundred years of national fortune left. So, sir, what destroyed it in the end?"

"Ruined by people."

Chen Ning'an said calmly that throughout history, the fall of a powerful empire was never a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

"Human?"

The Qin Emperor sighed: "This world is made of water by people. It can create waves or stabilize nations. I am the one who makes me successful and also the one who makes me fail."

"People are like this, with two sides. There is the light that makes people intoxicated, and there is also the evil of the corrupt world. From what I have seen since the New Qin Dynasty, there was so much evil that it was hard to find any good in the world."

Chen Ning'an shook his head slightly. That was not the world he liked, so naturally... there was no need for it to exist.

"Please follow me into the Xuanwu Palace."

Emperor Qin asked Chen Ning'an to live behind the imperial palace, where he could occasionally see concubines, some old, some young, the youngest of whom was still a minor.

Chen Ning'an was surrounded by concubines and palaces. It was true that he could get whatever he wanted.

But he didn't even look at it, which made Emperor Qin look gloomy.

"So I stayed here."

Chen Ning'an stretched out his hand and pointed, and it turned out to be the ancestral temple of the ancestors of the New Qin Dynasty.

This is the place where the fortune of the entire New Qin lies.

The old Qin Emperor took a deep breath and said, "Please wait a moment, sir. I will go and arrange for the arrangements."

The old Qin emperor pushed it open from here, and Chen Ningan had already looked inside the ancestral temple. Since Qin Shihuang, all dynasties have been Qin, including Bai Qin, Huang Qin, Shui Qin, De Qin, Gao Tian Qin, etc., from the back to the front, the bloodline is deeply rooted, and the posthumous title of Xin Qin also comes from this.

He walked around the kings of later generations and came to the highest point of the ancestral temple, where there was a huge statue, shining brightly and made of gold.

Emperor Qin Shihuang!
It has an extraordinary majesty, and the mere sculpture gives people a sense of stability.

"Ugh……"

He sighed softly. There were originally words from the First Emperor under the statue, wishing blessings to future generations, but they had been erased.

"Your Majesty, you are on the wrong path."

He turned his back, took out paper and pen from the lamp and continued to carve the talisman, keeping his mind calm.

Here, his condition was surprisingly good, and his soul was glowing slightly.

On the second day, in the main hall of the imperial palace, the ministers retired from court and the old Qin Emperor asked the princes to stay.

The place became deserted, even the eunuchs were driven out.

"My children, your father wants to abdicate."

The old Qin Emperor's words made the atmosphere here slightly tense.

Crown Prince Ying Duwu raised his head, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he was the calmest among all the princes.

But only he knew how fast his heart was beating at that moment.

Since ancient times, the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty has ascended the throne. He is the crown prince and the well-deserved heir to the throne.

But...what does it mean that my father didn't say it in the court, but instead called them together to question them?
This made him slightly uneasy.

The old Qin Emperor took in the expressions of the princes and said, "Someone once told me that the fate of the New Qin Kingdom only lasts a hundred years. Success or failure depends on people."

He exhaled slowly: "I don't believe it. I want to eliminate the uncertain factors so that my New Qin can continue to exist. The so-called national destiny, ah, is a false talk."

The princes remained silent. The old Qin Emperor raised his hand slightly and said, "Wu'er, come forward."

The eyes of the princes flickered again. Are they going to make the eldest brother the new emperor?
They were unwilling to accept this. Why could only the eldest son inherit the throne? They wanted it too!

Ying Duwu walked to the side of the old Qin Emperor with slightly trembling steps.

"Father."

He himself couldn't explain how he felt.

But Emperor Qin waved his hand.

The next second, he heard something falling behind him, and the smell of blood filled the entire hall.

This is……

His heart skipped a beat and he turned his head tremblingly, only to see a natural disaster slowly leaving the world and returning to the realm of lights.

The huge hall was littered with corpses, all of which were the severed limbs of his brothers.

Old Emperor Qin slowly raised his hand, which was as dry as a dragon's claw, with blue veins exposed and covered with age spots, and touched the top of his head.

"My child, I will pass the throne to you soon. In the meantime, you follow me. I will help you deal with those 'people' little by little."

Ying Duwu stood still, watching all this in disbelief, fear, and surprise. His emotions were very complicated.

Inside the ancestral temple, Chen Ning'an stopped writing and looked outside.

"Tsk tsk, Emperor Qin, Ying Duwu."

He didn't believe what he said and wanted to change it, but he didn't know that this step laid the groundwork for Ying Duwu's killing in the future.

Last night, Emperor Qin asked him, if the New Qin was really gone, then where should they go, where should they welcome their family, and how much blood would be left?
Chen Ningan’s answer was, “Not a single one left.”

He will personally take charge of the operation and destroy it all.

And even if he didn't perform the surgery, the outcome would be the same if the people behind the mountain came.

The mountain is about to collapse.

"Is there any way? At least leave a trace of my winner's bloodline!"

The old Qin Emperor was struck by lightning and wanted to ask Chen Ning'an what to do.

"Simple. Kill thirty-six males and seventy-two females of your Xin Qin direct lineage. Kill off all the direct lineage, but leave some room for the collateral lineage to survive."

This is not something Chen Ningan said casually, but a method he found through divination.

The way of heaven has waxing and waning. The thirty-six celestial beings and seventy-two earthly evil beings can actively break the extinction in the hexagrams and leave a glimmer of alternative hope.

After a night, Old Emperor Qin didn’t know what to think. Anyway, he let Chen Ning’an see his cruelty today.

"The tougher you are, the harder it is to keep you."

He sighed and continued drawing the talisman.

For three years, all the forces, big and small, in Xianyang, including the royal palace, the imperial family, and the nobles, were trembling with fear and did not dare to reveal the slightest flaw.

Too many people died. The old Qin Emperor killed countless people with his own hands to stop what Chen Ningan said.

Ying Duwu sat on the bloody throne, with only murderous intent in his eyes.

Five years later, the retired emperor was critically ill and met with Ying Duwu alone. No one in the entire palace was close to him anymore.

"Son."

The old Qin Emperor was almost out of breath: "Go, go to the ancestral temple and ask that person to come over."

Ying Duwu frowned. He knew there was someone in the ancestral temple and his father had always told him not to disturb him.

Unexpectedly, my father was seriously ill and wanted to invite that person over.

"I'm already here."

A calm voice, Chen Ning'an was the same as before, without any change, Ying Duwu couldn't see his face clearly.

"Old Qin Emperor, you have killed so many people in your old age. I am afraid you will be tortured in hell after you die."

He sat on the bed and said, "You will regret it."

Old Emperor Qin wanted to speak, but his face became increasingly gloomy and he was unable to speak.

Chen Ning'an stretched out his hand, holding a wooden talisman, and pressed it on the old Qin Emperor's chest.

His face suddenly turned red.

Chen Ning'an frowned slightly. At this moment he heard the sound of chains. Two "gods" walked towards him in the light realm.

"It's just that I'll stay a little longer. Please give me some face."

He folded his hands and took out three incense sticks, lit them, and pressed them on the marble floor: "Please enjoy them for a while until the incense is burnt out."

"who are you talking to?"

The old Qin Emperor actually sat up. His face was ruddy and he didn't look old at all.

This was not a last gasp of life, this was really a life extension caused by a talisman cast by Chen Ning'an.

Ying Duwu's face suddenly turned ugly. His father was not dead?

"Your Majesty does not need to know. When the incense is gone, you will understand."

Chen Ning'an shook his head slightly. The old Qin Emperor was doomed to die. His talisman could save him, but there was no need to offend the two people in the Lamp Realm.

"What do you want to tell me?"

Chen Ning'an asked him if he was willing to help out for the sake of the new Qin's national fortune.

"If this is impossible, please leave a trace of blood for my Ying family."

The old man knelt in front of Chen Ning'an and begged: "I know you are not an ordinary person. Maybe you are the only one who can have a glimmer of hope."

Chen Ning'an was silent, the figures of Ying Qiongyu and Ying Wuyi flashed through his mind, and perhaps, Ying Gao could also be included.

This silence is about to burn out the incense.

"can."

He finally nodded, "You can go die now."

The old Qin Emperor felt relieved, extinguished the incense, and immediately closed his eyes.

The God in the Lantern Realm bowed to Chen Ning'an, and then took the old Qin Emperor on the road.

(End of this chapter)