Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

Chapter 130 The Immortal Seal Technique

Cheng Jiao had never been so moved as he was at this moment. He was born into wealth and privilege and had been showered with love and affection since birth. Even King Zheng of Qin could not compare to him in this respect. He used to take it for granted that he was admired by millions of people.

Only now, after experiencing defeat and being hunted down, after losing everything, has he realized that it was all because of his identity. When he no longer had that identity, what was he? A few assassins could easily drive him to the brink of despair.

When he was destitute, a fisherwoman gave him food; when he was at his wit's end, his master saved him.

He knew, of course, that his master had a purpose in saving him and that he intended to use him. However, he was now happy to be used. He was not afraid of being used; he was more afraid of being useless.

Looking at the booklet in his hand, Cheng Pan made a decision. He decided that he would change his battlefield in the future. He had lost the last duel, and lost it completely. But that was when Lord Chang'an lost, losing everything. Now, Cheng Pan, who was alive, would walk the path of an assassin.

From this day forward, there will be no more Lord Chang'an of Qin in this world; only the Holy Son of Mending Heaven and the Phantom Swordsman will live on.

"Let's go. Before my master left, he told me that he could teach you martial arts. From now on, we'll be considered fellow disciples," Cheng Jiao said to the little girl beside him, Dui Li.

"Hmm." Dui Li nodded, her eyes sparkling with a thoughtfulness that was unusual for a girl her age.

She knew she had succeeded; she had successfully escaped the identity of a fisherwoman. Unlike her father, who toiled all day just to make ends meet and eventually succumbed to a serious illness, she no longer had to struggle to live like her mother, only to be powerless against an unexpected event on the river.

She didn't want to live like her parents, so after meeting Cheng Pan, she decided to change. Even a down-on-his-luck benefactor is still a benefactor. She wanted to change her fate, and the only way was to gamble with her life.

In the original trajectory, she lost, and the price was her own life, becoming part of the Eight Linglong.

Fortunately, a person named Yang Che appeared in this time and space, and his actions have, intentionally or unintentionally, changed the fate of many people.

The same applies to the coiled fish and the carp.

Leaving aside the transformation that a scroll of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion's cultivation technique and a Sun-Covering Sword would bring to the one-armed Cheng Jiao and Dui Li, Yang Che rushed back to Nanyang overnight after finishing up.

Judging by the time, the procession from Xinzheng to Nanyang should be almost there by now.

In Nanyang City, the magistrate of Nanyang was waiting at the city gate early in the morning, ready to welcome the arrival of the Minister of Works.

The arrival of the Minister of Works caused the magistrate of Nanyang City, who held absolute power, to frown with worry. This was because he had heard that the Minister of Works was a trusted minister of the king, and that his relationship with the general was only superficially harmonious, but in reality, the two sides were mutually hostile. And the magistrate happened to be one of the general's men.

He had not been in Nanyang for very long, but during that time he had already done many shady things for the General's Mansion.

For example, instead of taking the time to repair water conservancy projects, the government deliberately delayed the process, aiming to exacerbate the drought and bankrupt farmers.

Only when farmers go bankrupt will they sell their children and land, allowing the Jade Tigers under the general's command to acquire land at low prices and keep servants.

Only when the people are bankrupt can Emerald Tiger take the opportunity to sell fertilizer adulterated with harmful substances at a low price, causing farmers to have no harvest the following year. Two consecutive years of natural and man-made disasters are enough for Emerald Tiger to control the entire Nanyang at a cost of less than one-tenth.

However, now the Grand Minister of Works has arrived. The Grand Minister of Works, who is at odds with the General, has arrived. Will their plan still be able to proceed smoothly?

If the Grand Marshal discovers them, the General will be fine, and Jade Tiger will be protected by the General because he is in charge of the General's finances. But what about him?

Although his position as the magistrate of Nanyang is not low in the Korean administrative system, he can easily be made a scapegoat if things really come to a head.

Thinking of this, the magistrate of Nanyang frowned. Wasn't Nanyang supposed to be the territory of Xueyi Fort and also the territory of the Grand General? Why would the Grand Marshal be allowed to come here?

Isn't the General setting a trap for us?

While the magistrate of Nanyang was lost in thought, a carriage was approaching on the distant official road, with cavalry ahead and armored soldiers guarding the area. Scholars accompanied the carriage.

"They've arrived." The magistrate of Nanyang was startled and quickly looked himself over to see if there was anything amiss, lest he lose face in front of the Minister of Works. There was still a tough battle ahead, and he couldn't afford to give anyone a handle to use against him in the first battle.

As the caravan came to a stop, a person stepped out of the most luxurious carriage in the very center.

When the magistrate of Nanyang saw the newcomer, he was taken aback. The man was so young, probably not even twenty years old, and had such a refined and scholarly air. Could this be the legendary Grand Minister of Works?

Nanyang Ling found it absurd; he simply couldn't reconcile the refined young man who stepped out of the carriage with the Grand Minister of Works, a figure even a great general would treat with utmost respect.

If such a young man appeared on the street at any time, he would only think that he was a noble young master from some family going out, and would never think that this person was the Grand Minister of Works of the current dynasty.

But no matter how much the magistrate of Nanyang disbelieved it, the fact that the boy stepped down from the Grand Minister's carriage proved everything.

Considering the rumors that the Grand Minister of Works was indeed a prodigy, he had no choice but to believe it.

Realizing that the visitor could only be the Grand Minister of Works, the Magistrate of Nanyang hurriedly went to greet him, bowing from a distance: "Han Fu, Magistrate of Nanyang, greets the Grand Minister of Works."

"Greetings, Magistrate of Nanyang. However, I am not the Grand Minister of Works. I am Zhang Liang from Xinzheng. I have just met the Magistrate of Nanyang." The young man was polite and showed great demeanor, but his gentle and courteous words sounded like a thunderclap to the Magistrate of Nanyang.

If the person in front of me is not the Grand Minister of Works, then where is the Grand Minister of Works?

A bad possibility crept into Nanyang's mind. Could it be? It shouldn't be like this.

The magistrate of Nanyang, clinging to a sliver of hope, only wished that his guess was wrong, but Zhang Liang's next words plunged his hopeful heart into despair.

"The Grand Marshal has already set out for Nanyang ahead of time. Our journey has been slower because we are carrying too much stuff."

Upon hearing such a reply, you felt a chill run from the soles of your feet straight to the top of your head.

The Grand Minister of Works actually arrived in Nanyang ahead of schedule. Isn't this a case of traveling incognito?

Why would the Grand Marshal do this? Did he know something?

"Where in Nanyang is the Grand Minister of Works now? I would like to go and meet him." The magistrate of Nanyang inquired.

"I don't know." Zhang Liang remained very gentle, but his answer was simple and watertight.

The magistrate of Nanyang grew increasingly worried; something seemed amiss.

So, where exactly is Yang Che, the Grand Minister of Works, now?

In the land of Nanyang, beside an ordinary river, the Grand Minister of Works, whom the magistrate of Nanyang could not forget, lay under the shade of a tree, seemingly asleep and quite at ease. However, no one knew that although he looked like he was about to fall asleep, his mind was fluctuating violently, and his mental activity was at its peak.

This was because, deep within his consciousness, within the Heavenly Demon Strategy, a mysterious cultivation technique was constantly emerging, and a name quietly surfaced in his mind:

The Immortal Seal Technique.