The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

Qin Changye did not reply, but slowly sheathed his ink sword.

This action filled Liu Chengfeng with even greater joy.

Persuaded!

Qin Changye finally chickened out!

Standing behind Zhou Bingqing, he became even more agitated, saying in a provocative tone, "Come on, didn't you want to kill me? I'm standing right here today, kill me as you please, I'll admit defeat if you even blink."

Whoosh!

Qin Changye flashed past Zhou Bingqing and arrived in front of Liu Chengfeng, grabbing his neck in one hand.

Liu Chengfeng was lifted up.

That upright and unyielding face turned bright red at a visible speed, and then turned bluish-purple.

He kicked and thrashed his legs in mid-air, but couldn't break free at all.

They could only turn to Zhou Bingqing for help.

"Qin Changye, please release Brother Liu, just to save face for this princess, okay?"

Zhou Bingqing panicked, and her voice trembled.

Qin Changye didn't turn his head, his fingers tightening further: "Your pride is worthless in my eyes."

Liu Chengfeng finally couldn't hold back any longer and desperately begged for mercy: "Young Master Qin, I was wrong. If you spare me this time, I'll be your dog from now on. I'll bite whoever you tell me to bite, woof woof woof..."

Qin Changye shook his head in disappointment: "If you continue to be so stubborn, I might have spared you."

Liu Chengfeng's eyes lit up, and before Qin Changye could finish speaking, he hurriedly said, "A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated! Just kill me already! Like I said, I'll admit defeat if you even blink!"

"Fine, you've got guts, I'll grant your wish!"

Qin Changye suddenly tightened his grip, and with a snapping sound, Liu Chengfeng's neck was broken, and his head slumped down.

Qin Changye casually tossed aside Liu Chengfeng's body and turned to leave. His corpse wasn't even qualified to be buried on the first floor of the Burial Tower.

Behind her, Zhou Bingqing's eyes were brimming with tears, her trembling finger pointing at Qin Changye: "Qin Changye, how dare you kill someone in front of me! I will return to the palace immediately and report your indiscriminate killing to Her Majesty the Empress! You will be severely punished by Her Majesty the Empress!"

Qin Changye didn't even turn his head: "Then please go quickly. It would be best if you could get Her Majesty the Empress to kill me, so that the day after tomorrow, you can go to the Northern Border to fight the enemy for me."

Zhou Bingqing immediately fell silent.

Send her to the North?

Isn't that just sending them to their deaths?

At the same time, she suddenly realized that Qin Changye was about to go to the Northern Border to die, which was the reason why he dared to do whatever he wanted today.

Qin Changye continued to leave, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned back, raised his hand, and slapped Zhou Bingqing's beautiful face hard.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the deathly silent Moon Gazing Tower.

Zhou Bingqing was spun around halfway by the slap, and staggered to the side to grab onto a pillar to avoid falling.

Zhou Bingqing's face was visibly red and swollen on one side.

The lingering resentment in Qin Changye's heart instantly dissipated, and he felt completely refreshed.

Even after leaving Wangyue Tower, the fight against traitors continues.

Not a single one can be missing!

When Qin Changye broke into the residence of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, the Vice Minister, an obese old man, was embracing his newly acquired thirteenth concubine while listening to music.

The music stopped abruptly, and the concubine screamed and shrank into a corner.

The Vice Minister of Justice slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Qin Changye! What are you trying to do by trespassing into the residence of a high-ranking official of the court?"

"Two things," Qin Changye said, drawing his ink-black sword. "First, kill someone. Second, confiscate their property."

The ink-black sword drew a sharp arc, and the Vice Minister of Rites' head flew off his shoulder...

Xiuer started moving things, her movements swift and practiced.

She was already experienced in ransacking homes; she would take everything except bricks and tiles, leaving nothing behind.

Next one.

The Registrar of the Ministry of War knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, saying that he had elderly parents and young children to support and begged the Prince of Qin to spare his life.

Qin Changye turned to his page on the list of traitors and read the words aloud to him:

For three thousand years, the Zhou Dynasty transported military supplies and intelligence to the barbarian kingdoms.

In the 3001st year of the Great Zhou calendar, a map of the Great Zhou's defensive formations was secretly copied and delivered to spies in the barbarian kingdom.

……

The grievance on the face of the Registrar of the Ministry of War instantly turned to ashes.

The ink-black sword slashed down, and his head fell to the ground.

When they arrived at the Marquis of Anyang's residence, the Ninth Prince Zhou Tianxiong suddenly appeared and blocked the entrance.

Zhou Tianxiong was a rugged and burly man with a full beard, and he was followed by a squad of fully armed guards.

He spread his arms to block Qin Changye's path. Behind him was the traitor Qin Changye wanted to kill—the young marquis of Anyang, whose face was as fair as a jade crown.

This young marquis has just turned eighteen this year. He is handsome with rosy lips and white teeth, and is a well-known beauty in the capital.

Zhou Tianxiong had a fondness for men, especially this young marquis. When he learned that Qin Changye wanted to kill this young marquis, he was the first to object.

"Young Master Qin, please give me some face."

Zhou Tianxiong knew that Qin Changye had the Blood-Clad Guards behind him, so he didn't confront him directly. Instead, he took out hundreds of thousands of spirit stones from his spatial ring. "These spirit stones are my way of apologizing to Prince Qin on behalf of the young marquis. Let's forget about the treason. I'll invite you to Phoenix Pavilion for a drink another day. At the banquet, I'll have the young marquis punish himself by drinking three cups."

Qin Changye glanced at Xiu'er, who immediately understood and skillfully opened her spatial ring, storing hundreds of thousands of spirit stones inside.

Seeing Qin Changye accept the spirit stones, Zhou Tianxiong breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The young marquis, who had been trembling with fear, stepped out from behind Zhou Tianxiong, his chin slightly raised, and his gaze toward Qin Changye became somewhat contemptuous.

Rumors say Qin Changye is ruthless and decisive, but after seeing him today, I realize he's nothing special; a few hundred thousand spirit stones are enough to make him bow down.

Sure enough, there's nothing in this world that spirit stones can't solve. If there is, then add more spirit stones.

However, the next moment, seeing that Xiu'er had finished collecting the spirit stones, Qin Changye quickly drew his ink sword.

With a flash of sword light, the young marquis's head flew off...