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Chapter 312 Siege and Killing
If someone were standing high enough at this time, they could see this spectacular sight in the palace.

Thousands upon thousands of armored soldiers pressed closely together as they advanced step by step into the interior.

Forget about taking big strides, they couldn't even take small, shuffling steps. Many of the thinner ones were practically walking with both feet off the ground, moving forward passively.

If a master with innate talent is still clear-headed in such a situation, there is only one path they can take.

escape!
Li Anmin's mind was no longer clear; all he could see were hallucinations.

He believed himself to be incredibly powerful at that moment, leading countless elite troops in a charge against the enemy across the vast desert.

Of course, even if he wanted to escape now, he couldn't.

Two masters of innate talent had their eyes firmly on him.

One fighter engaged him, keeping him occupied and preventing him from killing too many ordinary soldiers, while the other blocked any possible escape route for him.

The encirclement is shrinking step by step.

On the square, the sound of drums and shouts of battle never ceased.

The soldiers in the very center were tossed up like balls, one after another. The falling soldiers crashed into the dense formation, yet the formation remained completely still. In fact, these fallen soldiers couldn't even touch the ground; their mangled remains hovered on the heads of some, still moving forward relentlessly.

Such a scene looks rather creepy.

Wei Yi didn't care. He was a scholar, but after taking up a post outside the capital, he became a military officer. Starting from Hedong, he had killed countless people. He had seen even more tragic scenes than this. This little thing in front of him was just child's play.

However, his father, Wei Zhengdao, couldn't bear to watch any longer. His face gradually turned pale, and finally his legs went weak. After taking a few steps back, he was helped by Wei Yi to sit down on the corridor.

Li Dachui left this meat grinder.

Based on his experience, he judged that Li Anmin was doomed.

It's better to have no emperor than to have a madman.

For someone like Wei Zhengdao, eliminating Emperor Li Anmin seemed to be a matter of no psychological burden, which also illustrates the immense power of wealthy and powerful families today.

If one emperor dies, just install another.

As for the palace guards who were supposed to protect the emperor, it seems that not many of them were truly loyal to the royal family. Even if there were, after being slaughtered by Li Anmin, they probably had no intention of serving him anymore.

After some time, the news of Emperor Li Anmin's death due to illness will naturally be announced to the world.

It remains to be seen what posthumous title Wei Zhengdao will bestow upon this emperor!

If the scholars of the Qin Dynasty had any integrity, Li Anmin probably wouldn't have received a good posthumous title!
Li Dachui's figure appeared and disappeared as he walked straight into the deepest part of the palace.

The dead palace guards, eunuchs, and maids who fell along the way served as striking road signs.

From time to time, one could see panicked palace maids and eunuchs scurrying about, searching for a place to hide.

Inside those tightly closed palace gates, what were those numerous people of noble status thinking at that moment?
If the skin is gone, where will the hair attach? They probably understand this principle.

But what can they do?

They could only remain trapped in the besieged city, awaiting the final verdict from fate.

Ahead, the stench of blood mingled with a rich medicinal aroma; they must have found their destination.

The next moment, Li Dachui appeared in front of a grand hall.

The number of deaths is particularly high here.

Besides eunuchs and palace maids, there were many more Taoist priests dressed in Taoist robes.

A furnace weighing at least several thousand kilograms was broken in two. The upper half flew into the courtyard and smashed down an old locust tree, while the lower half overturned in the main hall.

Walking up to the cauldron, Li Dachui reached inside and scooped out a handful of things, sniffing them. They were all good stuff.

Yi Ming Lao Za Mao's alchemy skills are no less than Fu Qingzhu's.

Moreover, with the Qin Emperor as his backer, he could obtain any precious medicinal herb he desired, and use it to refine his skills. After all, if the Emperor spoke up, what could be lacking?
Even a deposed emperor could not control resources that a local tyrant like Li Dachui could match.

There were still several pills in the alchemy furnace.

Li Dachui, as if finding a treasure, dug it out of the ashes and then took out a jade bottle from his pocket and put it inside.

They are all treasures!
Although they cannot compare to the Rejuvenation Pill, these pills have a much wider range of applications.

It seemed that Yi Ming, that old bastard, had successfully completed this batch of pills. Li Anmin couldn't wait to chew on these pills like candy. He had already reached the critical point, and finally, he overflowed and could no longer control himself.

He strode into the main hall, glanced around, and was overjoyed. This was where Yi Ming, the old bastard, practiced alchemy. At a glance, he saw several extremely precious medicinal herbs. In Changchun Valley, these herbs had to be cut into small pieces before use, but here, they were placed in large chunks on a plate, making Li Dachui extremely happy.

He casually tore off a piece of gauze, swept away all the precious medicinal herbs, and stuffed them into a bundle.

In a flash, he noticed a thin book behind the medicinal herbs. He picked it up and opened it, only to find that it was Yiming's alchemy notes. He was immediately overjoyed. Ignoring everything else, just looking at the few pills he carried in his pocket, he knew that the old Taoist's alchemy skills were top-notch.

Carefully put it away and keep it close to your body.

To be honest, this stuff is much more valuable than those medicinal herbs.

Just by getting these things, my trip to the palace will not have been in vain.

He carried the bundle and walked towards the inner hall.

The inner hall doors were wide open, and several people lay dead inside and outside the door. Li Dachui pushed the corpses aside with his foot and went inside. This must have been the quiet room that Li Anmin usually used for cultivation.

The furnishings were simple, but a box on the table caught Li Dachui's attention.

I walked over, opened the box, and my eyes lit up.

They lifted the contents and forcefully covered them with the bulging cloth.

Mandated by Heaven,

May you live long and prosper.

It was actually the Imperial Seal of the State.

It seems that after the eunuch stole the imperial seal last time and conspired with Scholar Zhou to create a fake imperial edict, Li Anmin learned his lesson and actually carried the Imperial Seal with him at all times.

It seems this guy isn't completely muddle-headed all the time; he can be lucid for a while sometimes.

Such a good thing should not be taken lightly.

He put the things away, closed the lid tightly, and tucked them into his clothes.

The Imperial Seal, usually of little use, becomes incredibly heavy when it is needed.

After looking around the room for a while, Li Dachui realized there was nothing better to see, so he grabbed a few jade ornaments and stuffed them into his pocket.

Having been a bandit for so long, he wanted to take anything of value he saw.
It's worth at least a few dollars!
Back when my business was just starting out, I was short of money everywhere, so I developed the habit of stealing anything that could be worth a little money.

The battle continues.

This made Li Dachui marvel at the formidable fighting power of innate martial artists.

Wrapping the bundle around his waist, Li Dachui approached the battlefield once more. Now, armored soldiers were roaming everywhere in the palace. Li Dachui even saw quite a few guys with bulging bodies, who seemed to have acquired a lot of good stuff, just like him.

When they met, they exchanged knowing smiles and then immediately went their separate ways.

Having found a good spot with a great view but without attracting attention, Li Dachui looked smugly at the center of the fight.

Li Anmin was completely surrounded by crowds, and the little space he had left was gone.

Even in his frenzy, Li Anmin's fighting instincts remained. He must have sensed the extreme danger, so he wanted to escape the situation.

Unfortunately, whenever he found an opening to leap into the air, there was always a master of innate talent waiting for him in his inevitable path.

His body was already covered in blood.

Li Dachui watched all of this coldly.

Seeing Hong Zhan punch him,
He saw the long sword in Yiming's hand leaving wounds on his body.

Watching him fall down again and again, and then leap up again and again.

Finally, after Hong Zhan delivered another heavy punch to Li Anmin's head, pinning him down like a wooden stake, Li Anmin never got up again.

From Li Dachui's perspective, all he could see were countless throngs of people and the cheers of the soldiers.

In the square in front of the palace, corpses were piled up one after another, and blood gushed out along the smooth blue bricks, winding and twisting on the ground like a blood-red snake flowing into the distance.

Li Dachui retreated and disappeared into the darkness.

Li Dachui pushed open a small side door and went out.

Wu De was standing outside.

“Li Anmin is dead!” Li Dachui said.

Wu De paused, stopped, swayed slightly, looked at Li Dachui's back, and then quickly caught up with him.

"With the emperor dead, the world is finally free of all constraints, and people can do whatever they want!" Wu De sighed.

Even though Li Anmin neglected state affairs and was licentious and immoral, he still held this position for decades. In the early years, the Qin Dynasty appeared to be incomparably powerful.

With him around, everyone still had some reservations.

But now, he is finally dead.

Moreover, it can be said that he died under mysterious circumstances.

Therefore, everyone in the world has the right to ask questions.

Of course, the so-called "people of the world" are actually just a few families.

For example, Linghu Ye, who was marching towards Luoyang, could now rightfully turn his horse around and head straight for Chang'an.

He possessed an imperial edict bearing the national seal, which clearly ordered Linghu Ye to lead his troops into the pass to defend the emperor.

"Li Tai must get back to Chang'an immediately!" Li Dachui said. "What if he can't get back to Chang'an?"

Wu De stopped again, staring at Li Dachui's retreating figure for a long time.

(End of this chapter)