If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 1080 The Xianyang Coup
Ten miles northeast of Xianyang City, there is a mountain valley on the banks of the Jing River.

Teams of Qin soldiers, their hair tied in topknots on the right, resembled moving terracotta warriors, digging and excavating pits with expressionless yet swift movements.

The pit was 100 zhang long and 5 zhang deep.

More than three thousand Qin soldiers, some holding shovels, dug the soil with all their might; others used large baskets to transport the soil from the bottom of the pit to the outside.

The sounds of shovels digging, metal hitting stone, and sand being thrown out filled the air, creating a cacophony of noise, yet no one uttered a word.

They all looked like gourds with their mouths sawed off.

Three thousand soldiers were divided into three hundred teams of ten men each. Without any officers shouting orders, they moved with the same order as different screws on the same machine.

They started digging in the morning, and by noon the huge pit was basically formed.

Even though the ravine was backed by the Jing River, and the pit was separated from the river by a small hill, water still began to seep from the bottom of the pit, which was dug to a depth of five zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Then soldiers brought truckloads of lime, turning the originally yellowish-brown soil at the bottom of the pit white.

Just after lunchtime, another group of covered horse-drawn carriages arrived at the edge of the pit from Xianyang City.

On the road where the carriage passed, there were obvious dark red wet stains.

If you look closely, you can see a thick, dark red liquid seeping from the gaps in the bottom of the carriage, forming long threads that drip onto the dirt road.

Once the carriage stopped at the edge of the pit, the soldier, with a solemn expression, pulled out the back panel of the carriage.

The carriage was filled with mutilated corpses.

The soldiers dragged the body out and threw it directly into a pit sprinkled with lime.

Most of the corpses were dressed in warrior attire and Qin army standard armor, but they had a huge "毐" character on their chests.

There were also many "nobles" in splendid attire, young and beautiful boys and girls, eunuchs dressed as servants, and strong servants.
In life, they had different identities and different statuses. Now, they were all physically disabled, some had lost their whole heads, some had lost half of their heads, some had lost limbs, and some had a large hole in their chests. They were all piled up equally in the pit.

Outside the valley, many villagers stood watching from a distance.

Many people were also standing in the forest on the mountain ridge, including martial artists, officials, nobles, and Qi cultivators who could ride the clouds.

"Hehehe, in two days, I've killed 30,000 people. I wonder if Marquis Lieyang has any plans to stop now."

Tian Rong, disguised as an ordinary wealthy businessman, smiled extremely happily.

Zhang Er sneered, "We have been waiting at Mount Hua for several months, and finally we have witnessed the upheaval in Xianyang."

Even if Marquis Lieyang wants to sheathe his sword, can we let him have his way?

Wei Jiu nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, how much effort and energy did we secretly put in to help him make up his mind and start killing?"

How can we allow him to eliminate Lao Ai and then bring peace to the world and unite the emperor and his ministers in Xianyang?
There are no doors.

The killing of Lao Ai and the Empress Dowager Zhao was only the beginning of the internal strife in the Qin Dynasty.

What followed was the chaos of the princes vying for the throne.

This marked the beginning of the struggle between Marquis Lieyang and his group of Eastern Navy marquises and the old nobles within the pass.

We cannot be at ease until Xianyang is in complete chaos!

"Hehe, Lord Ningling has forgotten about the chaos. When Yu Fengxian returns, the Qin Imperial Observatory will also be thrown into chaos."

When they returned to Guanzhong this time, the marquises of the East Sea were invited by Empress Dowager Zhao and brought a large group of Qi cultivators from the East Sea to Xianyang.

"If Marquis Lieyang wants to control the Xianyang court, he must take down the Imperial Observatory," Tian Heng said.

Wei Jiu disagreed, saying, "If Yu Fengxian had stayed in Xianyang, she could have won over a group of court officials and made Marquis Lieyang wary of her."

But she was too foolish.

At the beginning of the year, before Marquis Lieyang entered Guanzhong, the ministers in the court, led by the Grand Commandant, all supported her becoming the Grand Tutor who commanded all civil and military officials.

With our covert efforts, even if she can't secure the position of 'Grand Tutor Gu', she can at least command the Imperial Observatory and become a formal 'Contemporary Grand Tutor'.

But she wasted her last chance and her most precious time.

Now the Marquis of Donghai has control of hundreds of thousands of troops in Guanzhong, and even the Grand Commandant no longer mentions the 'Grand Tutor Gu'.

Aside from us, probably none of the civil and military officials in Xianyang thought of her at this moment.

Zhang Er sighed, "What a pity, Yu Fengxian is very strong and shrewd."

If she were to participate in the conflict in Xianyang, the Qin court would surely be in even greater chaos.

But she never wanted to be some kind of 'Grand Tutor Gu,' and now that she sees the situation is turning against her, she's even less likely to get involved.

Wei Jiu paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "She has turned misfortune into blessing."

“By taking the initiative to back down and avoiding conflict with the Marquis of Donghai, she can save her life. But by losing her status as Grand Tutor, she certainly won’t be able to enjoy the benefits of the Qin Treasury and the royal treasury,” Zhang Er said.

Tian Heng laughed and said, "Yu Fengxian wants to stay out of this. Will the princes in the court and the ministers who are rebelling against the Marquis of Donghai allow it? Will we allow it?"
Hehe, you might not know yet, but Yu Fengxian is going back to Xianyang soon!

Zhang Er asked in surprise, "Could it be that someone is secretly plotting against Yu Fengxian?"

Tian Heng looked around and whispered, "Empress Dowager Zhao is only dead, not that her soul has been scattered."

Someone reminded her that Yu Fengxian was Meng Zhenjun's successor, and that Meng Zhenjun was her true protector.

Yu Fengxian should always stand on the side of the 'Regent Empress Dowager'.

At least they won't help the rebellious Marquis Lieyang and his ilk.

Empress Dowager Zhao wholeheartedly agreed and had already regarded Yu Fengxian as a savior.

Zhang Er frowned and said, "This is a trivial move; it's unlikely to drag Yu Fengxian into it."

Tian Heng looked at him meaningfully and said, "Bringing Yu Fengxian back to Xianyang and stopping her from causing trouble in Sishui County or other counties in the southeast will achieve the main objective."

Zhang Er suddenly realized that his current lord was none other than King Chen Sheng!

He knew the reason why Tianzhu Peak held the "Feast of Killing Feathers" and that Feng Daoren was chased to his hometown of Yelang by Yu Fengxian.

With Yu Fengxian detained in Xianyang, at least when the uprising in Dazexiang took place, there was no need to worry about Yu Fengxian interfering.

However, as the representative of the Dazexiang rebels, he was informed of this matter by Tian Heng. It seems many people hope that the Dazexiang uprising will succeed, so as to attract the attention of the Qin Dynasty. Zhang Er looked at the pit below that was gradually being filled in, and his mood was no longer as relaxed and cheerful as before.

Once Marquis Lieyang goes to Sishui County, similar scenes will surely happen again.

By then, how many of the bodies buried in the mass grave will come from Tianzhu Peak in Dazexiang?
“You guys are really bold, not only getting so close to the Qin soldiers, but also daring to gossip about me behind my back.”

Suddenly, without any warning, a pleasant, teasing female voice reached the ears of several heroes from across China.

They were all top-notch experts. Faced with this sudden turn of events, they reacted swiftly and simultaneously launched a fatal attack in the direction from which the sound came.

"Glug glug~~~"

They seemed to hear a dense bubbling sound, and then they saw a series of small purple bubbles rising from the surrounding space.

Wherever the purple bubbles passed, the surrounding forests, hills, blue sky, sun, and other normal landscapes also turned into bubbles.

Their fatal blows all fell into the bottomless abyss.

Suddenly, what lay beneath them transformed into a bottomless, dark abyss.

"Ah~~~"

They let out screams of panic or terror as they helplessly plunged into the bottomless abyss.

The further they fell, the more ethereal their voices became, and the more illusory their figures grew, until they finally vanished completely.

In the dense forests of the hills along the Jing River, a group of heroes from all over China suddenly disappeared, and Xiao Yu, wearing a wide-sleeved star-studded robe, landed where they had been.

"Ah, it's Yu Fengxian!" A suppressed exclamation came from not far away.

"Yu Fengxian discovered Ningling Jun and his group, and suddenly used a secret technique to capture them!"

Xiaoyu turned her head to look and couldn't help but laugh.

A hundred feet away in mid-air, a group of immortals stood on auspicious clouds, their expressions suddenly changing, filled with shock and anger.

Many of them are familiar faces.

For example, Gao Liang, the Great Emperor of the Stone Pavilion on Mount Hua; Qinglian Jushi, the Fighting Dharma King; and Dou Gengyan, the Fairy of Lingbo.
Even the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan, whom we hadn't seen for many days, was surrounded by admirers and stood in the very center, C position.

Her shouts were the loudest.

Although they were screaming and roaring, their eyes were filled with fear, and they dared not approach.

Only Dou Gengyan looked conflicted, while the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan wanted to fly over, but was held back by the two Huashan Fairy Maidens.

They still couldn't stop her. Yang Chan, carrying the Lotus Lantern, her face frosty, flew over in a huff.

"Yu Fengxian, why did you break your promise?"

"What does the Three Holy Mothers refer to?" Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Chan said, "You know what you've done; there are many things you've done."

Xiaoyu shook her head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I just saw some rebel leaders plotting here, so I slapped them. Why is the Third Holy Mother angry?"

Yang Chan's eyebrows shot up, and she shouted arrogantly, "You made me act as your mediator that day, to present a petition to the Golden Heavenly King to express our utmost respect, but it turned out to be gold—"

"Ahem, sister, the affairs of the heroes of the land are none of our business, the goddesses of Mount Hua."

Lady Xihua pulled Yang Chan back and gave her a reproachful look: How can the family scandal of Yu Fengxian impersonating the Golden Heavenly King and usurping the power of the Western Mountain God be spread everywhere?
Dou Gengyan drifted over and tactfully changed the subject, asking, "Where did you take them?"

Xiao Yu laughed and said, "You immortals all have the ambition to rebel against Qin, yet you can't even see what methods I, the Grand Tutor, used?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she vanished without a trace, turning into nothingness.

Yang Chan frowned and said, "This is a dream technique! The heroes of Shenzhou must have been thrown into the nightmare space by her."

Dou Gengyan also sensed the fluctuations in the dream dimension, but he couldn't detect even the slightest trace of Zhang Er and the others.

She turned to look at the "Anti-Qin Immortal" on the auspicious cloud and asked, "Fellow Daoists, who among you is skilled in the art of dream escape?"

"Let me give it a try!"

Now that Yu Fengxian has left, several immortals are full of fighting spirit and eager to try.

Their spirits left their bodies and entered the dream dimension, searching the surrounding dream space thoroughly, but they couldn't find even the slightest trace of Zhang Er, Wei Jiu, or other heroes of the Central Plains.

In the end, even Yang Chan, out of curiosity, carried the Lotus Lantern and helped with the search.

"It seems they were stuffed into the mass grave below."

Even in the dream dimension, the Lotus Lantern could emit a dazzling fairy light, dispel numerous illusions, and break through the dream space, allowing Yang Chan to find a trace of it.

"Didn't Zhang Er and the others enter the dream space? How come they're in the mass grave?" The immortals were puzzled.

Yang Chan hesitated and said, "The mass grave contains the remains of Lao Ai's retainers and assassins. They all died tragically, and their resentment is so strong that it has formed a 'desolate zone' in the underworld."

There seem to be some lingering dreams in this desolate place, the dreams of the dead. I'm not skilled in dream manipulation, so I don't quite understand.

It's likely that Yu Fengxian threw them into the obsession of mass graves where thousands of people die.

My obsession was once a dream, a fantasy.

"Can the Three Holy Mothers find them?" asked the Fighting Dharma King.

Yang Chan said awkwardly, "Too many people have died, and the vengeful spirits are haunting us. I'm a little scared."

The immortals looked at her, then at the Primordial Lotus Lantern in her hand, and were all speechless.

Noticing the gazes of the immortals, Yang Chan quickly mustered her remaining courage and tried to save face, saying, "I'm not afraid of vengeful spirits, I'm afraid the divine light of the Lotus Lantern will harm them."

Lady Xihua said, "The light of the magic lamp can purify all evil spirits. As long as the Third Holy Mother upholds a benevolent heart, no living being or vengeful spirit will be harmed by the light; they will only be freed from their resentment."

Yang Chan nodded slightly, her pretty face radiating a soft and holy light, and her eyes became firm and unwavering. "I will now perform the ritual to help those souls find peace."

Dou Gengyan looked at the Lotus Lantern in her hand with a strange expression, hesitating to speak: Did Yu Fengxian deliberately trick you into helping the Great Qin clean up the vengeful spirits in the mass grave? This was originally the job of the Grand Tutor of the Great Qin, that is, her job.

Perhaps she came here to deal with the hidden dangers of the mass grave.

(End of this chapter)