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Yan Fei took the token and examined it closely, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The token is genuine, and it still retains the unique spiritual energy fluctuations of Donghuang Taiyi.

The Moon Goddess stared intently at Qin Chuan, trying to find a flaw in his eyes, but only saw a deep, unfathomable depth.

"Your Excellency is still in seclusion in the secret chamber," Qin Chuan said calmly, yet with an undeniable air of authority. "He instructed me to return to Xianyang Palace first, and the succession ceremony will be held after he emerges from seclusion."

He turned and walked towards the steps leading down the mountain, his voice carrying far: "Sister Yanfei is proficient in fire magic, and Sister Yueshen is skilled in astrology and mind control. In the future, we will have to rely on the two of you for matters of the Yin-Yang School."

Yanfei and Yueshen stood there, watching his composed back, their hearts churning with turbulent emotions.

They couldn't understand why the mentally challenged boy had undergone such a complete transformation in just seven days, nor could they understand why Donghuang Taiyi had made such a decision.

But the Eastern Emperor's decree cannot be faked, nor can the clarity and majesty in the boy's eyes.

As the mist gradually dissipated, the bronze bells of the Tibetan Buddhist Pavilion emitted a long, drawn-out sound, as if playing the prelude to the beginning of a new era.

Qin Chuan walked on the white jade steps, his fingertips caressing the Eastern Emperor's Token, a cold smile curving his lips.

Donghuang Taiyi's five-hundred-year-long scheme ultimately came to naught. With the power of the Yin-Yang School, his path to "unifying the world" with Zheng Ge will likely be much smoother.

As for Yanfei and the Moon Goddess...

He glanced back in the direction of the Dharma Pavilion, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

These two women might become his best assistants in taking control of the Yin-Yang School.

Chapter 9 Reunion with Brother Zheng, a Warning to Others

As the carriage drove away from the Yin-Yang School, Qin Chuan was sitting by the window, twirling the black Eastern Emperor Token between his fingers.

The fog outside the window was dispersed by the wheels, revealing the ochre-red mountains and forests of late autumn, much like the maple leaves in the Phantom Sound Pavilion in the world of Bad Guys.

"Young Master," came Yan Fei's voice from outside the carriage, tinged with deliberate respect, "The Imperial Palace has prepared a place for quiet contemplation. Shall we go and settle in first?"

Qin Chuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the Moon Goddess beside him who was resting with her eyes closed.

The moon goddess's eyelashes were long, casting faint shadows under her eyelids, while her fingertips unconsciously twirled the Taiyin pattern on her cuffs—a habit she had when she was restless.

"Let's go back to Xianyang Palace first," Qin Chuan said calmly. "Brother Zheng is still waiting for news."

The Moon Goddess opened her eyes, her dark pupils reflecting his profile: "If His Highness the King of Qin knew that you had become the successor of the Yin-Yang School, he would probably be suspicious."

"It's natural to have doubts," Qin Chuan chuckled. "But he hopes I'll get better even more."

Seven days ago, he was still the "foolish hostage" who needed Ying Zheng to stand in front of him.

Seven days later, he was already an heir who could stand on equal footing with the two stars of the Yin-Yang School.

This change was too drastic; Ying Zheng would certainly ask about it, but he would never delve into it.

Simply because he is "Chuan Di".

As the carriage rolled over the bluestone pavement of Xianyang Palace, a faint scent of pine smoke filled the carriage.

Qin Chuan was looking down at a scroll of "The Essence of Fire" that he had brought from the Zangfa Pavilion. As his fingertips traced the sentence "Fire is fierce and must be tempered with gentleness," he suddenly felt a gaze fall on his wrist.

He looked up and met Yan Fei's eyes.

Today she changed into a slightly lighter red patterned ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the light so faint it was almost invisible, and her exposed profile appeared somewhat soft in the dim light filtering through the gaps in the carriage curtain.

"Your wrist," Yan Fei's gaze fell on a faint old scar on his wrist, the origin of which she didn't know when, "Does it still hurt?"

Qin Chuan was slightly taken aback, then shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He put down the bamboo slips, then suddenly remembered something and took out a small brocade pouch from his sleeve. "This is for you."

The brocade pouch was woven from the silk of fire silkworms from southern Xinjiang. Inside was half a piece of debris scraped from the fire marrow crystal, and through the silk threads, one could see faint red light.

"Yesterday at the Hidden Dharma Pavilion, thank you for using that Crimson Flame Talisman to block the rebound of the restriction. This Fire Marrow Crystal Shard can nourish spiritual energy, which may be useful to you."

Yan Fei took the brocade pouch, her fingertips touching the silky fabric and then the warm crumbs inside, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

When she looked up, she saw Qin Chuan staring at her.

The timidity of the past was gone from his eyes, as was the sharpness he had gained after meeting Donghuang Taiyi. His eyes were calm and warm, like a stream after the snow melts in spring.

She wanted to say something, but seeing the Moon Goddess open her eyes from her meditation, a hint of inquiry flashing in her dark pupils, she swallowed the rest of her words and only whispered:

"Thank you, young master."

Qin Chuan smiled, said nothing more, and picked up the bamboo slips again.

As the carriage entered Xianyang Palace, dusk was falling.

Ying Zheng was indeed waiting in the side hall, with an untouched dinner set out on the table.

Upon seeing him enter, she immediately stood up to greet him, her gaze sweeping over his face before settling on Yan Fei and Yue Shen behind him, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Brother Zheng," Qin Chuan said, his voice clear and bright, without a trace of timidity.

Ying Zheng's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively reached out to touch his forehead: "Your illness..."

"Alright." Qin Chuan grasped his hand, the warmth of his palm seeping through his skin. "Your Excellency Donghuang used the Yin-Yang Secret Technique to cleanse my marrow, and my long-standing ailment is gone."

He paused, then stepped aside to let Yan Fei pass. "Moreover, His Majesty the Eastern Emperor has recognized me as his successor. In the future, I can help Brother Zheng with some of the affairs of the Yin Yang School."

Ying Zheng looked at Yan Fei, his eyes sharp as knives.

Consort Yan bowed and presented the Eastern Emperor's Decree:

"Your Highness, this is true. Before his seclusion, His Majesty the Eastern Emperor gave an order that Young Master Ying Chuan possesses the Seven Qi Spirit Body and is a once-in-a-millennium inheritor of the Yin-Yang School. From now on, the Yin-Yang School is willing to obey Young Master's orders and assist Great Qin in unifying the six kingdoms."

Ying Zheng took the token, his fingertips tracing the intaglio patterns on it. After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled and patted Qin Chuan on the shoulder:

"Good, good! It's better than anything else that Brother Chuan can get better."

He turned to Yanfei and Yueshen, his tone regaining the majesty of the King of Qin, "You two have come from afar. Xianyang Palace has prepared rooms for you to rest."

After Yanfei and Yueshen withdrew, Ying Zheng pulled Qin Chuan to sit down, dismissed the others, and asked in a low voice, "Why did Donghuang Taiyi suddenly act this way?"

"Perhaps they coveted my spirit, or perhaps they wanted to take advantage of the power of the Qin Dynasty."

Qin Chuan picked up a piece of pastry, speaking casually:

"But for Brother Zheng, this is a good thing, isn't it? The Yin-Yang School's astrology can predict good and bad fortune, and their mind control techniques can detect the truth. They'll be just the right fit to deal with Lü Buwei and Lao Ai."

Looking into the clarity in his eyes, Ying Zheng suddenly felt that his younger brother was both familiar and unfamiliar.

He was no longer the child who needed to be protected; the sharpness in his eyes was somewhat like his own.

"Whatever you want to do, I'll believe you." Ying Zheng only said this in the end, pushing the dinner towards him, "Eat quickly, you've lost weight."

Qin Chuan felt a warmth in his heart and took a bite of the pastry.

He knew that Ying Zheng's trust was never blind; this indulgence concealed a tacit understanding of "unifying the world."

The following morning, commotion arose at the Yin-Yang School's residence. An elder, dissatisfied with Qin Chuan's succession, shouted outside the hall that he would return to confront Donghuang Taiyi.

Yanfei and Yueshen stood under the corridor, looking at the white-haired elder with different expressions.

“This old man is a former subordinate of the previous Donghuang Emperor, and he has always been arrogant,” Yanfei said in a low voice. “Young Master has just taken over, and I’m afraid he can’t keep him in check.”

The Moon Goddess didn't speak, but simply looked in Qin Chuan's direction.

Qin Chuan was sitting on the stone steps in front of the hall, toying with a Fire-Separating Talisman in his hand. Hearing this, he looked up at the elder who was jumping up and down, and suddenly smiled: "You want to see His Majesty the Eastern Emperor?"

The elder, his neck stiff with arrogance, declared, "Of course! I want to ask him why he entrusted the Yin-Yang School to a mere child!"

Qin Chuan flicked his finger, and the Fire Talisman transformed into a streak of crimson light, grazing past the elder's ear and embedding itself in the pillar behind him, instantly igniting a cluster of flames.

The flames were strange; they only burned the talisman paper, yet they scorched the dark patterns on the pillar until they shone brightly.

"His Excellency Donghuang is in seclusion," Qin Chuan stood up and walked slowly toward the elder, his tone calm, "but he taught me a method to distinguish between the loyal and the treacherous among the Yin-Yang School."

He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a wisp of faint but pure fire gathered at his fingertips. "If you believe me, then accept this 'test of your heart' talisman; if you don't believe me, you can get out of Xianyang now."

The elder was so shocked by the purity of the fire that he took a half step back. He had been immersed in fire magic for decades, yet he could not see any flaws in the young man's fire.

Seeing that both Yanfei and Yueshen remained silent, he knew that things had come to this point, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Fine! I'll believe you this once!"

Qin Chuan touched the elder's brow with his fingertip, and the fiery energy seeped in like silk. The elder initially tried to hold on, but after a moment he suddenly screamed and knelt down, clutching his forehead.

"You!" The elder was both shocked and furious, but dared not shout any more.

"Delay it, cripple the spell, and demote him to guard the altar." Qin Chuan withdrew his hand, his tone calm.

The black-robed disciple stepped forward and dragged the elder away, and the palace instantly fell silent.

Looking at the lingering flames on Qin Chuan's fingertips, Yan Fei suddenly realized that although his Yin-Yang techniques might not be as good as Donghuang Taiyi's, he had already grasped the essence of the "Mind Control" realm.

That fiery flame was not only a magical technique, but also a powerful deterrent.

The Moon Goddess walked to his side and spoke for the first time: "You haven't finished reading the 'Taiyin Refining Form Chapter' from the Hidden Dharma Pavilion."

"No rush." ​​Qin Chuan looked in the direction of Xianyang Palace. "Let's help Brother Zheng resolve his worries first, then it's not too late to go back and learn."

He turned to look at the two of them, his gaze calm:

"Sister Yanfei is skilled in fire manipulation, which can help the Qin army break through the enemy's formation; Sister Yueshen is adept at astrology, which can help Brother Zheng avoid some troubles. As for the Yin-Yang School..."

He weighed the Eastern Emperor's Decree in his hand: "If anyone is dissatisfied, let them come."

Yanfei and Yueshen exchanged a glance and bowed simultaneously: "Yes, young master."

Sunlight streamed through the palace walls and fell on Qin Chuan, casting a long shadow over him.

He knew this was just the beginning.

The complex and intertwined history of Donghuang Taiyi over the past five hundred years, the covetous eyes of the various schools of thought, and his grand ambition to "unify the world" are all waiting for him to dismantle and fulfill step by step.

But at this moment, holding the Eastern Emperor's Decree and looking at the two top women of the Yin-Yang School in front of him, he suddenly thought of the Taiye Pool in the world of Bad Guys.

Perhaps after this matter is settled, I should go back and take a look.

He told the Empress and the others that he had also found his own "empire" in this world.

The bronze bells under the eaves swayed in the wind, producing a clear and melodious sound, as if playing the opening tune for this new game of chess.

Chapter 10 Black and White Xuanjian, Feelings Blossom

The nights in Xianyang Palace were always shrouded in a layer of frost. In Ying Zheng's side hall, the candlelight flickered in and out due to the draft, reflecting the knuckles of his hand tightly gripping the bamboo slips—knuckles that were white and almost crushed.

“Cheng Jiao has rebelled.” His voice was deep, like iron polished on bluestone. “He has stationed troops in Tunliu and sent proclamations to the world, saying that I… am not of the bloodline of the former king.”