Scourge Messenger

Chapter 279 Persuading Surrender
"it is good!"

Yan Qing surrendered without any psychological burden. He didn't care why Ying Le wanted to recruit him. Perhaps she valued his invincible fighting power, perhaps she wanted to take advantage of his status as a descendant of a calamity, or perhaps she simply wanted a new toy. In any case, it was just a temporary measure. The moment he was out of control, 'Yan Eleven' would continue charging until he died.

“Then throw out your defensive token, a rare three-tiered treasure, which should be a variant of the Liang Kingdom’s Heart-Protecting Mirror,” Ying Le said leisurely. “Throw it out and I’ll let you go.”

Yan Qing was speechless. Ying Le's judgment was too accurate. He couldn't even fool her with an ordinary breast protector. It wasn't difficult to tell that it was a breast protector, but it was difficult to tell that it was an advanced variant of the breast protector. You know, the mountain breast protector and the breast protector are no different in appearance, only in numerical values... She actually measured it with her naked eye.

Yaoshi Yue, Jie Huangchao, Ying Le... This group of Foundation Establishment cultivators are all top-tier players who can tackle high-difficulty dungeons in the game. Their understanding of the game is even comparable to that of Yan Qing, the only player with a game console!

Seeing that 'Yan Shiyi' remained silent and unresponsive, Ying Le was not angry at all. Instead, she chuckled softly, covering her mouth, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. Just moments ago she was a majestic emperor, and now she had transformed into a lively and adorable young girl. She switched between different styles effortlessly, truly a natural beauty whose every smile and gesture could captivate all beings.

“Xiao Ru Shi, it’s not what you think. This little cat is not a gentleman at all.” Ying Le laughed. “Instead, it’s very much like me. We’re both the kind of people who don’t care about worldly matters and just want to do whatever we want for pleasure.”

She paused, a subtle smile curving her lips: "They're the kind of people who are called madmen."

“Your Majesty,” Ying Rushi’s calm voice rang out like a nail driven into a wooden board in the drizzling rain, “leave the rest to me.”

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to Xiaoru." Ying Le pulled her leg back and leaned lazily against the chariot, like a little girl watching a play from the railing. "Xiaoru has grown up and is starting to dislike her aunt."

As if echoing the end of the battlefield situation, the rain subsided, changing from a torrential downpour to a gentle drizzle. Yan Qing looked at Ying Rushi on the screen. The latter was expressionless, her right hand tightly gripping the hilt of her sword, her left hand pressing against the blade, the tip of the sword embedded in the ground, the blade kissing 'Yan Shiyi's' neck, like a guillotine hanging precariously.

Although the defensive barrier did not react, Yan Qing did not dare to move rashly because a negative status appeared on 'Yan Shiyi's' health bar: Suppression.

Under suppression, 'Yan Shiyi''s' movements are mostly restricted, and most of his movements will cause him harm. In contrast, Ying Rushi only needs to press down on the sword to rapidly wear down 'Yan Shiyi's' defensive barrier and behead him.

Ying Rushi now possesses the ability to kill 'Yan Shiyi'.

However, achieving a state of dominance is extremely difficult. First, the weaker party must have no room to maneuver. Second, the stronger party's weapons must be linked to 'immovable structures' such as the ground. Simply put, it's a man-made cage, where the sword is the lock and the body is the prison, to suppress this number one third-ranked cultivator in the world.

The skill is exquisite.

Although Yan Qing was slightly taken aback when he saw Ying Rushi, his actions did not change. Since they met on a battlefield where it was a matter of life and death, there was no room for mercy or romance. Both sides had to use all their weapons and cruelty to kill each other. Ying Rushi would do so, and so would he.

He simply hadn't expected Ying Rushi to be so powerful, her methods as precise as a scalpel, turning the tide of the battle in an instant. Even though 'Yan Shiyi' possessed sword-wielding combat power far exceeding that of a third-tier cultivator, she had no chance to resist under her suppression. Yan Qing wasn't particularly disappointed; on the contrary, he felt his defeat was justified, and he had learned another lesson.

The heroes of the world are indeed as numerous as carp crossing a river.

"How should I address you?" Ying asked.

"Just use whatever you call me, Yaksha, Successor of the Calamity, either is fine." Yan Qing didn't care about that.

"No, those are just your code names. I'm asking for your real name."

"Does a name matter? Aren't they just labels?" "It matters." Ying Rushi said slowly, "A person like you, whether alive or dead, should have your name engraved in history. You have that right and deserve that treatment."

“And,” she paused, “I also want to know who you really are.”

After a brief silence, Yan Qing revealed the name of her alternate account: "Yan Eleven".

"Eleven..." Ying Rushi murmured, then after a moment's thought, said, "May I call you Yan?"

"what ever."

"Yan, why did you destroy the secret realm? Do you know that the tombstone secret realm concerns the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of people, and its impact could even affect the entire Qi Kingdom?"

"I know."

“But you still did it.” Ying said calmly, “You put your own selfish interests above the interests of all people. At this very moment, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of people in Tombstone Town are migrating to other places. Some of them, women, children, the elderly, and children will die on the way, some families will never be able to return to their homeland, and some people will become outlaws. You have completely destroyed the foundation of a town and caused the fate of countless people to take a sharp turn for the worse.”

"You think you are righteous, yet you commit countless sins; you think you are fighting against tyranny, yet you become the most evil tyranny."

“I said you would be etched in history; your actions over these six days will be recorded in the annals of historians,” Ying Rushi said, enunciating each word clearly. “But in a way that will be remembered for your infamy for eternity!”

"Yan, you've made a mistake. Your appearance hasn't made the world a better place; instead, it's caused more people to suffer... You have no right to claim to be righteous!"

"The justice of the world must be to protect the vast majority of people with the least sacrifice, not the other way around!"

Surrounded by eight hundred guards and watched by thousands of Qi envoys, Ying Rushi neither judged the traitor on behalf of His Majesty nor recruited this strongest third-ranked warrior in the land. Instead, she discussed the definition of justice. It was clear that these words had been lingering in her mind for a long time, but towards the end, they gradually deviated from the realm of condemnation and instead seemed more like... a yearning for recognition.

However, she was met with a vicious laugh.

"How aloof you are, Prince Lanling," Yan Qing replied. "So someone like you is also concerned with right and wrong? Do you even dream of becoming a hero of justice?"

Ying Rushi remained silent for a moment: "And who doesn't want to be a hero of justice?"

"So in your eyes, a righteous hero must be flawless."

"No, as long as the benefits brought to the world far outweigh the disasters, it is justice, it is heroism." Ying said, "Who in this world can be without making mistakes? All the people who have left their mark on history have more or less indelible stains, but as long as they bring peace and stability to the world, who would question whether they are not heroes?"

"If Emperor Guangwu and Emperor Zhaolie had squandered their lives on a moment of impulse, and their life's achievements had been sealed at a young age, how could they have become heroes? To live on, make amends for one's mistakes, establish unparalleled achievements, and achieve lasting fame—that is what makes a true hero!"

“Yan,” Ying Ru stared intently at ‘Yan Eleven’: “Do you want to be a hero for a moment, or a hero for a lifetime?”

(End of this chapter)