Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Wisps of black energy seeped from her body, condensing in mid-air into a fanged ghostly face, the chilling aura causing the candlelight inside the tent to tremble.

Qin Chuan raised his hand and made a grasping motion. The swirling Yin energy, like birds returning to their nests, was gathered in his palm and condensed into a dark-colored bead of energy, shimmering with a ghostly light.

"The two personalities are beginning to merge; success or failure hinges on this moment," he whispered a reminder.

Hou Qing bent down, his voice filled with unprecedented sincerity, and made all the "wishes" he thought he had, promising to search for martial arts techniques all over the world and visit all the masters in the world for her.

The person on the bed remained motionless, their breathing as steady as a stagnant pool.

Hou Qing stood frozen in place, bewildered as if lost in a fog: "I've followed her for so many years, and I still don't know what she really wants?"

"You men, how could you possibly understand the intricacies hidden in the hearts of us women?"

The tent flap swayed gently as the surrendered official stepped in, his copper bells jingling.

She stood in the tent with a smile, her gaze sweeping over Hou Qing before finally settling on Qin Chuan's face.

"you know?"

Hou Qing suddenly looked up, his eyes seeming to ignite with sparks.

He remembered that the surrendered minister and Ying Gou hit it off immediately and became best friends who could confide in each other within a few days. Otherwise, Ying Gou would not have risked cultivating the Nine Nether Profound Heaven Divine Art for her.

"What she wanted was never the best martial arts in the world, nor the strongest opponent, but rather..."

The surrendered official smiled, leaned close to his elder sister's ear, and whispered something so soft that only the person on the bed could hear it.

As soon as she straightened up, the "elder sister" on the bed underwent an astonishing change.

However, with each breath, the teenage girl's figure suddenly stretched out like a flower bud touched by a spring breeze.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and the childishness in her eyes faded, revealing a face of exquisite beauty. She was clearly a young woman with shoulder-length hair, and her brows held the serenity of someone who had experienced two lives.

The surrendered official turned around and looked at everyone triumphantly: "Aren't you curious about what Miss Liu's greatest wish is?"

Qin Chuan's expression remained unchanged. In fact, when the surrendered minister whispered just now, he deliberately turned his ear away—even if the transmission of sound was secret, it might not be able to hide it from him, but he had no intention of eavesdropping in the first place.

Hou Qing, however, could not contain himself and eagerly asked, "What is it?"

He secretly resolved that no matter what, he would do his best to accomplish it for his sister.

"Have you forgotten why Miss Liu brought you into the Xuanming Sect in the first place?"

The surrendered official asked Hou Qing, but his gaze remained fixed on Qin Chuan.

Hou Qing's thoughts were suddenly pulled back to decades ago.

Back then, he was just a little kid following his older sister around. His sister was exceptionally talented and always learned strange and unusual martial arts techniques from storybooks, such as "Dragon-Subduing Fan Palm," "Golden Bell Cover," and "Silver Cloth Shirt," and she actually mastered them.

But precisely because of this, her future husband's family was so frightened that they broke off the engagement, and she became known far and wide as a "wild wife."

Since then, she has devoted herself to martial arts training and brought him into the Xuanming Sect, saying that she wanted him to learn some proper martial arts routines.

"Isn't this all for martial arts training?" Hou Qing was even more confused.

"So, men don't understand women's hearts," Jiang Chen chuckled, covering his mouth.

"I understand!" Yelü Zhiwu suddenly spoke, her eyes brightening. "Miss Liu wants to find a husband who won't be scared away by her strange martial arts!"

“We girls really understand each other.” Jiang Chen’s smile deepened. “I told her that as long as she wakes up, there will be such a perfect husband waiting for her—not only will he not be scared away by her, but he also possesses the best martial arts in the world and can spar with her to her heart’s content.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hou Qing and Yelü Zhiwu's eyes both fell on Qin Chuan.

After the Longquan Underground Palace, everyone knew that Qin Chuan was now the undisputed number one in the world.

"Brother Qin!" Hou Qing's face was filled with undisguised excitement, and he almost shouted "Brother-in-law" on the spot.

Qin Chuan seemed not to hear him, and simply said, "Brother Hanba should be here soon, I'll go greet him."

Before the words were even finished, the figure had already darted out of the tent, leaving everyone inside with their own thoughts.

“I am the elder sister, and also Ying Gou…”

The young lady on the couch slowly opened her eyes, her pupils reflecting the candlelight, carrying a hint of bewilderment from just waking up, yet also concealing a subtle expectation.

The surrendered minister moved closer to her, covered his mouth and laughed, "Don't worry, he wasn't scared away, he's just shy."

She could already imagine the scene of Qin Chuan being chased around by Miss Liu in the future.

Hou Qing patted his chest and said, "Sister, I know where he lives. I'll find him even if I have to crawl through the ground!"

Yelü Zhiwu clenched his fists, looking at the suddenly "grown" Miss Liu in front of him, his brows furrowing slightly—now there was another candidate for teacher's wife, it seemed he would have to think things over carefully.

Meanwhile, Qin Chuan had already led a group of soldiers out of the camp.

The north wind whipped up sand and dust that swept past his robes, and the faint sound of carriage wheels could be heard in the distance, which meant that Hanba had come all the way to deliver the treasure.

As he walked, he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his temples, as if recalling the smug smile of the surrendered official in the tent, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Women are truly not to be trifled with...

Chapter 119 After bombarding King Yingtian, the Northern Desert Royal Court was leveled!

Dust and smoke obscured the sun in the distance as a convoy of armored vehicles rolled across the Gobi Desert in northern China. The dull thud of their iron hooves echoed across the land like muffled thunder from the depths of the earth.

The leader of the demons was dressed in a black outfit, with an exquisitely embroidered double lotus flower amulet hanging at his waist. The stitches were fine and dense, clearly the work of Princess Shangrao.

His rough fingertips occasionally and unconsciously stroked the talisman's horn. The once chilling ferocity between his brows had quietly settled, replaced by a gentle calm that even the wind and sand could not dispel.

The Black and White Impermanence beside him possessed auras that were one yin and one yang, making them even more profound and unpredictable than before, like two bottomless shadows. Their cultivation had clearly reached a new level.

In the center of the convoy, ten enormous figures, tightly shrouded in thick black cloth, swayed with the bumpy wheels. Beneath the cloth, the cold, sharp edges of cast bronze and iron were faintly visible, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

This was a specially made cannon that Hanba painstakingly forged at Qin Chuan's request.

While they lack the earth-shattering power of the "Invincible General of Liang," they excel in rapid reloading and ease of maneuverability, making them precisely the battlefield weapon Qin Chuan sought—a "mass-produced killing machine."

"Brother Qin, I have not failed you." Hanba dismounted, his voice more steady and deep than the unchanging Gobi Desert beneath his feet.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "The princess always says she owes you a cup of wedding wine. If you miss the baby's one-month celebration, she'll probably have to personally bring the little one to your door to deliver the wine."

Qin Chuan patted his strong shoulder forcefully, but his gaze was already fixed on the ten giant objects like that of a hawk.

A savage silhouette beneath the black cloth ignited a sharp, cold glint in his eyes: "The full moon celebration, I must attend. And I must prepare a celebratory gift for the little guy that can explode with a bang."

He raised his hand, his voice clear and decisive: "Move it three hundred paces outside the royal court, and set up the cannons according to the preset positions!"

At this moment, on the city wall of the Northern Desert Royal Court, the defending soldiers were already terrified by this uninvited guest.

When the ten thick black cloths were suddenly ripped off, and ten cannon barrels, as dark as the entrance to hell, were pointed simultaneously at the majestic city tower, the color drained from the commander's face instantly. He stumbled and scrambled towards the inner palace, screaming hoarsely:

"Quickly! Quickly, summon the Queen! That man from the Central Plains... Qin Chuan! He's not dead! He brought a monster! The monster is here!"

Shuliduo strode up the city wall and bumped into Qin Chuan, who was holding a torch and standing alone in front of the steel jungle formed by ten cannons.

The wind and sand stained his blue robe, but his smile remained gentle and refined. However, the cold light emanating from the depths of his eyes was more piercing and chilling than the fiercest northerly wind.

“You…you’re still alive!” Shuliduo’s fingertips dug into the cold cracks in the battlements, her knuckles turning pale from the force.

The pronouncement of the sorcerer king Chi Li, "Qin Chuan is dead, Luoyang is its substitute," still resounded in my ears.

But the eyes of the person in front of me are exactly the same as those of the scheming man who went into hiding and infiltrated the northern desert back then!

"If I don't play dead once," Qin Chuan laughed loudly, making a neat circle with the torch in his hand, sparks flying like gold dust onto the dry sand, "how dare those bedbugs and rats in the gutter crawl out and bare their fangs?"

Shuliduo's face instantly darkened. How could she not understand that the phrase "insects and rats" clearly included her as well!

"Abaoji colluded with foreign enemies and let wolves into the house! He is not fit to be the emperor of the Liao Dynasty at all!"

Shuliduo suddenly seized upon Qin Chuan's identity as a strategist from the Central Plains, and shouted sternly, attempting to ignite the soldiers' shared hatred of the enemy:

"My son Yelü Yaoguang is the future destined for our Great Liao Dynasty!"

"Oh?" Qin Chuan's laughter grew louder, filled with undisguised sarcasm. "I thought the Queen was ambitious, wanting to emulate Empress Wu Zetian and achieve unparalleled feats. How come in the end, all her thoughts are just paving the way for her son?"

Though his laughter lingered, a chill ran through him for Yelü Zhiwu.

Despite being blood relatives, Shuliduo devoted everything to Yelü Yaoguang, willingly serving him like an ox; yet, towards Yelü Zhiwu, even the most wicked stepmother in the world could not match her cold-heartedness.

"I, Shuliduo, do this for the eternal foundation of the northern desert!" She straightened her back, her voice impassioned, and shouted the word "righteousness" with a thunderous roar.

The soldiers on the city wall were inspired by this momentum and couldn't help but straighten their chests.

The general defending the city seized the opportunity to raise his arms and shout "Long live the Queen!" The shouts on the city walls surged like a tide, and the morale seemed to be forcibly boosted.

Qin Chuan smiled coldly, said nothing more, and steadily brought the flickering torch in his hand close to the fuse of one of the cannons.

"Sizzle—" The fuse was suddenly ignited, and blinding sparks flew rapidly along the hemp rope into the deep chamber of the cannon, with a wisp of smoke rising up.

"Then let me see just how solid the 'future' the Queen speaks of truly is."

The moment the words fell—

A deafening roar that seemed to tear the sky apart suddenly exploded!

The ground of the entire Northern Desert Royal Court trembled violently!

The frenzied shouts that had just erupted on the city wall were abruptly silenced, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand!

Shuliduo and the others felt their eardrums about to burst. Before they could see clearly, a fireball trailing thick black smoke, accompanied by a deathly shriek, ripped through the sky and slammed into the heavy city gate with the force of a thunderbolt!

That city gate, reinforced repeatedly with hundreds of pounds of fine iron and said to be impregnable by ten thousand men, was now as fragile as rotten wood and paper!

With a deafening roar, it instantly shattered and disintegrated! Dozens of huge fragments, accompanied by a shower of iron and wood chips, shot into the sky and then crashed down with a deafening roar!

"Whoosh—!" After the deathly silence on the city wall, there was a collective gasp of cold air.

A young soldier's hands trembled violently, and his halberd slammed against the city bricks with a clang. His face was ashen, and his teeth chattered: "Monster...monster! That's a monster!"

The old soldier beside him trembled, his cloudy old eyes fixed on the smoking weapon below the city, unable to utter a single word—in his entire life guarding the city, he had never seen such devastating power.

Shulido's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints as she stared intently at the steel monster below the city, which was still exuding an aura of death, as if she wanted to imprint it into the depths of her soul.

Qin Chuan's voice, carried by the winds of gunpowder smoke, clearly drifted up to the city wall, carrying a smile, yet each word piercing like an ice pick:

"Your Majesty, how does this carefully constructed lair feel? When you manipulated Yelü Lige to wreak havoc in the Central Plains and slaughter the people, did you ever imagine that this day would come?"

He paused, his voice growing even colder:

"Fortunately, the innocent people in the royal court had already been forced to flee by your own perverse actions. On the night of your rebellion, Brother Yelü had already sent men to escort them all to safety. Now, only your henchmen remain in this city, to be buried with you!"

"Fire!" Qin Chuan raised his arm high like a battle flag!

Ten torches, like ten fallen stars, simultaneously ignited ten fuses leading to destruction!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom—!!!