Scourge Messenger

Chapter 282 I regret it
Before Yan Shiyi could raise his hand again, Ying Le grabbed him and slammed him down, creating a large, cracked crater in the ground. Yan Shiyi was deeply slammed into the crater. At the same time, the [Heart of the Masses] within him rose to 50%, which, although it would affect his brain, completely locked his limbs.

However, Ying Le also lost interest in persuading him to surrender. She coldly looked at Yan Shiyi, the emperor who was cynical and killed people with a smile. At this moment, he was finally provoked... She was not the type to play games. She was always the one who played people. Who had ever dared to fool her? Traitors should be torn to pieces!

"Are you feeling smug right now?" Ying Le asked coldly. "Why?"

At this moment, Ying Le was genuinely curious. Even if he brought out the Bingzi Pepper Forest, he couldn't possibly defeat her. And that slap had no purpose other than to provoke her. From his actions, Ying Le knew that he wasn't someone who valued dignity above all else. Temporarily lying low for the sake of revenge wasn't unacceptable to him.

But why do it?

Yan Shiyi glanced calmly at Ying Le and answered with great effort:

"I'm happy."

Ying Rushi's body trembled.

“You are arrogant, and you have the right to be so arrogant,” Ying Le said. “But unfortunately, Qi does not allow such an arrogant person. You will become the 831st Hundred Guards, fighting for me in all directions and slaughtering all living beings. However, you don’t need to worry about this, because you will soon have no other thoughts besides carrying out orders.”

"Your life, your abilities, everything you have belongs to me."

She placed her palm on Yan Shiyi's forehead, her spiritual energy rapidly depleted, and her supernatural powers activated at full force. At that moment, invisible chains linked Yan Shiyi with the hundred guards present, and chaotic mist flowed along the chains, washing Yan Shiyi down to the same color.

[The hearts of all!]
"Don't be nervous," Ying Le said cheerfully. "Dizziness is normal, it will be over soon."

Yan Shiyi's eyes became completely vacant, his pupils swirling with a crimson bloodlust. When Ying Le released his grip, he stood up silently. Although he wasn't wearing armor, he looked no different from the other guards, radiating a deathly aura.

"Xiao Ru Shi, I'm sorry." Ying Le turned to look at Ying Ru Shi, tilted her head, and asked, "You won't blame me, will you?"

Ying Le had expected to see sadness, disappointment, or her usual expressionless face on Ying Ru Shi's face. She enjoyed teasing her righteous niece, like a kitten always full of novelty. However, Ying Ru Shi's expression was one of surprise, as if she had witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Ying Le turned her head and saw that Yan Shiyi's body was turning into dust and dissipating. Even when she reached out to grab it, she could only grab a pile of quicksand.

“A clone.” After a brief silence, Ying Le sneered, “No wonder he was so fearless in the face of death; it turns out he was just a clone.”

"How boring. I thought he was a fearless madman, but in the end he's just a timid little cat." She yawned, beckoned a warhorse to her, and mounted it. "Time to go back."

"But we're just idling around anyway... So, you take fifty riders and go to Xiangzhou to wipe out the Zhao, Wei, and Han families."

"Your Majesty," Ying Rushi suddenly called out to her.

Ying Le stopped, turned to look at Ying Ru Shi, her eyes full of questions: "What's wrong?"

“You just said that the punishment of the thirty-eight families could be stopped…”

“If Yan Shiyi had surrendered, that would have been fine, but he didn’t.” Ying Le touched his cheek: “He even slapped me.”

Although it was very faint, there was indeed a red handprint on Ying Le's face, which showed how powerful the force of the natural disaster was, and how even a Foundation Establishment messenger would have difficulty healing the injury it caused.

“But you just said it’s a small matter,” Ying asked, “could we…stop here?”

A strange look flashed across Ying Le's eyes. She rode up to Ying Rushi and reached out to rub her little niece's head.

"In that case, my purpose in killing the thirty-eight families is not for amusement, but to consolidate my fortune. I am only willing to sacrifice some of my fortune to gain his loyalty because of you, but from the beginning, Huang Quan has no intention of surrendering. He has only sent a clone to cause trouble everywhere, and has even diverted my attention. Do you think I should stop now?"

Ying lowered her head and said, "I shouldn't."

"Then what are you going to do?"

“Execute the Zhao, Wei, and Han families of Xiangzhou.”

Ying Le nodded. She looked at the taciturn Ying Rushi, thought for a moment, and then said, "Rushi, I know you are kind-hearted and can't bear to see people implicated, but the Zhao, Wei, and Han families are local powerful clans in Xiangzhou. They have always been domineering and wicked. They should have been slaughtered long ago. You are not doing evil, but doing good. Do you understand?" "Understood."

"None of the thirty-eight clans purged this time were innocent. Exterminating them and establishing the Ying family's hegemony is undoubtedly a win-win situation, so you really don't need to feel any burden. Moreover, after the next mission, I will naturally go deeper into the secret realm to complete my Dao foundation, and you will be in charge of the court affairs."

Ying Le earnestly instructed:

"The extermination of the thirty-eight clans now is also to prepare for your future rule. The vacancies left by the thirty-eight clans can be filled by promoting new nobles from the lower ranks, which will gain you a large number of loyal followers. You understand the principle that running water does not stagnate and a door hinge does not rust, right?"

Ying bowed his head and replied, "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."

Ying Le glanced at Ying Rushi, but still couldn't discern any emotion from that expressionless face. Her niece had always been someone who didn't show her emotions, and Ying Le was used to it, so she didn't think anything was wrong.

Soon, the Imperial Guard escorted Ying Le away from the area, and the remaining garrisons also gathered their remaining troops and returned to their posts. Before long, only Ying Rushi and fifty riders remained on the plain after the great battle.

The rain gradually stopped, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the dazzling sunlight broke through the clouds, falling on this land where corpses and blood remained.

Commander Baibao rode up to Ying Rushi and reminded him, "Your Highness, it's time to set off."

Ying Rushi did not respond, only silently gazing at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood on the ground. They struggled, wailed, bloody tears streaming from their empty eye sockets, yet each one stared intently at Ying Rushi; their open mouths contained only half a tongue, but the curses they uttered were so shrill and clear—

"You have to die!"

"Ying Le will not let you go; she will turn you into a hundred-fold evil spirit!"

"She already knows...she definitely knows you've awakened the Divine Martial True Blood!"

"You'll be coming down here soon to suffer with us!"

"No one can help you, no one can save you, this is your fate!"

"You are dead!"

"Your Highness, His Majesty has ordered you to proceed to Xiangzhou."

Ying exhaled, gazing at the empty ground, and said calmly:
"I regret."

The commanders were stunned. Their limited intelligence did not allow them to understand Ying Rushi's subtext, and they had never encountered anyone who dared to disobey Ying Le's orders.

"Your Highness, His Majesty has decreed—"

"I said."

Ying Rushi turned her head, and in the bright sunlight, the downy hair on her face seemed to shimmer with light.

After the rain, the sky cleared and the air was fresh. She felt better than ever before, as if something had been completely shattered, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, could finally die.

Once you've chosen a path, don't regret it; if you do regret it, don't continue to pay the price.

"I regret."

Suddenly, an ancient longsword appeared in her hand, with a poem engraved on the side of its scabbard:

'If only I had a sword that could reach the heavens, I could cross the sea and slay the giant whale!'

Heaven-Slaying Sword, unsheathe!
(End of this chapter)