Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 194 The Death of Han Yu, A Piece of Unpolished Jade

"Honglian, you've gone mad!"

Han Yu's voice was like icy iron, echoing coldly in the empty hall.

Previously, because of Honglian's pitiful appearance, he felt compassion and began to consider the so-called family ties. Therefore, he did not do anything to Honglian, but simply had her taken away and imprisoned, hoping to calm her down.

Unexpectedly, not long after, Honglian escaped from the palace where she was imprisoned and even colluded with a mysterious person.

With the guards slow to arrive, and given that Honglian was able to escape from the heavily guarded palace, it seemed that this hall would become his predicament today. Han Yu's heart sank.

But in an instant, his gloom was consumed by rage. He didn't even care about finding out the identity of the person on the beam. He just stared at Honglian: "You have provoked me time and time again. Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

He could tolerate Honglian's actions the first time she did such a thing, but when she came at him with her sword for the second time, he could no longer tolerate it.

In particular, what did he hear from Honglian?

They actually planned to kill him, to let him perish along with South Korea.

It should be noted that Han Yu had just made up his mind to surrender to the Qin state, and the surrender document had already been written.

Han Yu is an extremely selfish person. He was willing to abandon his own brothers for the throne. Although Honglian is Han Yu's only sister, it does not mean that Han Yu cares about her. If he really cared about Honglian, he would not have betrothed her to Ji Yihu or Bai Yifei.

The reason he kept Honglian alive before was simply because Honglian posed no great threat to him.

When Honglian truly threatens his safety, he doesn't hesitate to kill his own family.

After all, royalty has no relatives!

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out, and Han Yu drew the sword that was hanging at his waist.

As the king of Korea, Han Yu was not a weakling. Although he neglected his training after becoming king, his martial arts skills gradually became rusty.

But unlike the former Crown Prince of Han and Han Fei, Han Yu realized long ago that only by seizing power could he plot for the throne.

Outside, he cultivated the reputation of a virtuous young master, formed cliques and engaged in private activities, raising many adopted sons and retainers. Inside, he himself practiced martial arts.

He might not be considered a top-tier master in the martial arts world, but the sword he carried was not just an ornament.

"Have you finally lost control?"

Honglian sneered. A few days ago, Han Yu had done something similar, but he had managed to restrain himself that time.

Today, Han Yu no longer restrained himself, and did exactly what she wanted.

After learning the truth, she actually had the urge to die.

Either she dies, or Han Yu dies.

For her, the former was a relief, while the latter was a way to avenge her brother, the Crown Prince, and her brother, Han Fei.

Seeing Han Yu holding the sword, Honglian suddenly moved.

Her posture was very graceful.

As the only princess of the royal family, Honglian received the best education from a very young age. Although she was spoiled and willful and unwilling to learn many things, it is undeniable that her talent was beyond question in transforming her from the current Honglian into the cold and beautiful Chilian Nu of the Quicksand in the original work.

After witnessing her elder brother, the Crown Prince, die before her eyes, Honglian resented her own weakness more than once.

After returning to the palace, she often practiced martial arts when no one was around.

The reason I was captured last time I faced Han Yu was not only because I was unarmed, but also because Han Yu had summoned his guards.

Right now, it's just her and Han Yu. There are no guards around to help Han Yu. In this relatively fair environment, even though Han Yu also has a sword, Honglian is completely fearless.

Her skirt swept across the ground, stirring up fine dust. The tip of Honglian's sword pierced straight at Han Yu's chest, moving so fast that Han Yu's pupils contracted sharply.

"court death!"

Han Yu let out a low shout, flicked his wrist, and slashed out with the sword in his hand.

The moment the two swords clashed, a crisp metallic clang resounded throughout the hall. Honglian felt a tingling sensation in her hand, and the sword tilted slightly under the impact. But she did not retreat. Instead, she used the recoil to turn her foot and slid the tip of her sword past Han Yu's blade, aiming straight for his wrist.

This was completely unexpected for Han Yu.

He initially thought Honglian was just relying on brute force, but he didn't expect that her sword moves contained a hidden strategy. Although she was still a bit naive, her swordplay was full of ruthless determination, like a vine in a desperate situation, clinging tightly to its prey.

Han Yu swung his sword again, this time with full killing intent.

The sword flashed across Honglian's shoulder, instantly slicing open her brocade sleeve. Blood seeped from her fair skin, dripping onto the ground and blooming into tiny blood flowers.

Honglian groaned, but seemed not to feel any pain. She swung her sword backhand and stabbed Han Yu in the abdomen, her movements even faster than before.

"You still dare to resist?"

Han Yu's anger intensified. He exerted force with his wrist, once again deflecting Honglian's sword, and aimed the tip straight for her throat.

The sword was swift and ruthless, and it looked like it was about to pierce her neck, but Honglian suddenly ducked down, barely avoiding the blade, and at the same time, the hilt of the sword slammed into Han Yu's knee.

With a muffled thud, Han Yu's knee was hit, and he staggered.

He hadn't expected Honglian to use such a shameless move. In the moment of his stunned silence, Honglian had already stood up, and the tip of her sword was once again presented to him.

Xu Qing remained motionless on the beam. He leaned against it, casually twirling a splinter of wood that had fallen from the beam. His gaze swept over the clashing swords inside the hall and landed on the bloodstains on Honglian's shoulder. His eyes were completely calm, as if this life-or-death duel was merely a pastime on his journey.

Honglian didn't place her hopes on Xu Qing either, as Xu Qing had already helped her a lot.

If it weren't for Xu Qing, she wouldn't even have been able to leave that palace, let alone have the chance to come here. She would have to walk the rest of the road herself, even if the end of that road led to death.

"I can't die..."

A cry rang out from the depths of Honglian's heart, and the tip of her sword trembled slightly from the force she exerted.

Han Yu's sword pierced through her forearm again, drawing blood that dripped onto the ground, mingling with the previous bloodstains. Yet, her eyes grew brighter, like a dying flame suddenly bursting forth with its final gleam.

"Han Yu, you must die!"

She didn't say those words aloud, but they traveled through the tip of the sword.

Just then, the sword in her palm suddenly heated up, and a strange power spread from her arm to her whole body. Her sore muscles were suddenly filled with strength, and even her vision became clearer.

Han Yu felt that the red lotus in front of him had suddenly changed.

A crimson flame seemed to ignite in her eyes, and the sword in her hand was shrouded in a faint bloody light. That light carried a chilling ferocity, as if it wanted to burn away all the sins in the world.

"What's this……"

A sense of fear rose in Han Yu's heart, but before he could react, Honglian's sword had already pierced through.

Han Yu instinctively swung his sword to defend.

But he overlooked one thing.

Just as people have varying levels of skill, swords also have different levels of quality.

Although he was stronger than Honglian, it was only because Honglian did not have a good teacher. Her closed-door training improved her strength, but it did not unlock her true potential.

But a good sword is different.

When a sword is good enough, it can make up for the difference in the skill of the swordsman.

When Heaven unleashes its killing intent, stars shift and constellations change; when Earth unleashes its killing intent, dragons and snakes rise from the land; when humanity unleashes its killing intent, Heaven and Earth are overturned; when Heaven and humanity act in unison, all things are established.

The sword that Xu Qing forged for Honglian was specially prepared for Han Yu; it was a sword meant to kill a king.

Although it has not yet been named, it contains an incredibly powerful ferocity.

At this moment, this ferocity was awakened by the murderous intent in Honglian's heart.

In an instant, heaven and man united, and the power of the sword erupted completely.

As the two swords clashed, Han Yu's sword instantly became extremely fragile. With a crisp "crack," his sword was severed in two, flying out and embedding itself in a palace pillar, its blade still trembling slightly.

Without the sword's obstruction, Honglian's sword pierced Han Yu's chest without any hindrance.

Han Yu looked down at the sword piercing his body, its tip emerging from his back, carrying warm blood.

He tried to say something, but found that he could only make a hoarse sound in his throat, and blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth.

He could feel his power rapidly draining away, even his soul seemed to be pulled towards the sword by something. In an instant, his face turned ashen, and his once upright body withered away, like a dead tree stripped of all life.

Pfft!

Honglian drew her sword, and Han Yu's body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes still wide open, as if he had not yet accepted the fact that he was dead.

After glancing at Han Yu's corpse again, Honglian gasped for breath. The wounds on her shoulder and forearm were still bleeding, and the pain made her almost unable to stand. However, the hatred in her heart gradually dissipated like the receding tide, replaced by boundless confusion.

Han Yu is dead, and his elder brother, the Crown Prince, and his elder brother, Han Fei, will never come back. What is the point of this revenge?

"How does it feel to have avenged your great enemy?"

Xu Qing's voice suddenly rang out beside her.

Honglian turned her head and saw that he had come down from the beam at some point, dressed in a spotless blue robe, as if the bloody duel just now had nothing to do with him.

He didn't look at the corpse on the ground, nor did he pay attention to her wounds. He just stared at her quietly, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

"It seems... to be nothing special."

Honglian's voice was soft, tinged with a hint of bewilderment. She looked down at the sword in her hand; the bloody light on the blade had faded, leaving only a cold, icy gleam, but the warmth in her palm remained, as if reminding her that what had just happened was not a dream.

"Han Yu is dead, and South Korea is about to perish. What are your plans now?" Xu Qing asked again.

Honglian was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Perhaps, I will die along with this country."

South Korea was her home, but now her home is gone, and her relatives are all gone. What meaning is there for her to live?

"Don't you want to survive and do something more meaningful?" Xu Qing's voice carried a subtle hint of guidance. "Life is precious. You are still young and shouldn't be tied to this corrupt country. You can't change the past, but you can decide your future. If Han Fei were still alive, he probably wouldn't want to see you squandering your life like this."

Brother Han Fei...

Honglian's heart clenched as she recalled the words her brother Han Fei had spoken to her before he left.

If Han Fei's brother were still alive, what would he want her to do?

Honglian fell silent again, pondering the question seriously.

"If you've made up your mind, feel free to contact me!"

"How to contact me is..."

Before Honglian could finish thinking, Xu Qing said something to her again.

In the next instant, his figure flickered and disappeared.