I am not a seventh-generation descendant of Lord Wu'an from the Qin Dynasty.

Early morning, daytime.

A black ice flare urgently summoned its subordinates and exploded.

On a cliff.

Gen Shi gazed at the man in black opposite him, his fingertips gently swirling the cup, a slight sip of his lips.

"You seem certain that I will hesitate."

The man in black smirked, a determined glint in his eyes.

"The Death Sword, kills first, then takes lives."

"With a single sword strike, two corpses lie dead!"

"From ancient times to the present, since Nie Zheng assassinated Han Kui, there has never been an exception!"

"Mortals cherish their lives; who can escape it?"

Master Gen lowered his eyes, gesturing for tea. "An assassin will not go where there is no profit!"

The man in black raised his hand to cover his face, lifted the teacup and lightly touched his lips, his sleeve slightly soaked with tea.

Then, with a smile on his lips, he slowly put down his teacup and extended four fingers.

"Four hundred taels of gold, how about we just sit and watch?"

Gen Shi's eyes softened, and he turned to look at the situation below the cliff where they were surrounded and attacked from all sides, his gaze calm.

"Let's wait and see!"

The man in black raised his hand and patted lightly, "Slap, slap!"

A small box was carried up, gleaming golden in the sunlight, catching the eye.

A gust of wind blew by.

The six members of the Eight Linglong group behind Genshi were standing opposite a group of men in black, their eyes wary.

time flies.

As the deafening explosion of red and white light erupted, the previously composed man in black finally lost his composure. "Damn it, how is this possible?"

He raised his hand to stand up and examine the area more closely, but unexpectedly stumbled and his vision blurred.

The cold, long sword of the Gen Master was already hanging over his neck.

Without a word or a command, the other six members of the Eight Linglong launched their attack the moment the long sword behind Genshi was drawn.

Caught off guard, the men in black suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

The leader of the men in black, his face ashen, stared at the cup of tea and asked, "Is there poison on the cup?"

Master Gen shook his head. "Didn't you refuse to drink it? The antidote was in the tea!"

"If you drink it, the assassins can trust each other. If you don't, the battle has already begun."

Granny Kun extended her withered, black fingertips, resembling chicken claws, and said, "How did you find the colorless and odorless 'Cartilage Fragrance' you prepared, sir? Are you satisfied?!"

The man in black turned his gaze to the four boxes of gold coins and spoke, clinging to his last glimmer of hope.

"According to the rules among assassins, you can't harm your employer if you've taken the money."

Master Gen looked troubled: "But without your head, Master Bai Qi can't explain himself. How about you give me a token of your loyalty?"

"For example, who's behind you? Or are you just using someone influential as a figurehead?"

A flicker of fear flashed in the eyes of the leader of the men in black, and he gritted his teeth and charged directly at the blade of the Genshi sword.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Gen Shi flicked his blade, pursed his lips, and said silently, "A suicide squad! You can't fool them!"

Qian Sha stepped forward with a cold face, and Granny Kun stepped aside to let him pass: "Lady Spider Lady is here too. If we don't go over there, no one will get away with this."

Gen Shi turned to look at him, paused for a moment, and nodded: "Four hundred gold coins is the value offered by the enemy, and the heads are our promise of loyalty."

"Lord Bai Qi will like it!"

However, the scene after descending the mountain did not develop as Gen Shi and Qian Sha had predicted.

Five of the six sword slaves guarded the weak Bai Qi, while the black-clad spider woman knelt on one knee, with a black and white longsword stuck in her left and right sides.

It was none other than the organization's Sun-Covering Sword and the Death Sword, the most lethal weapon in this assassination attempt.

Meanwhile, Spider Maiden and the scattered assassins under the command of Six Sword Slaves were hunting down the assassins from the Mo and Nong families.

On the battlefield, the corpses of three families lying on the ground and the body of a Qin elite soldier undergoing training could be seen everywhere.

Zhang Han and another person named Cen Ji had met before the mission even began.

and also……

Gen Shi and Qian Sha exchanged a glance.

In the very center of the battlefield, the presence of three Qin soldiers—one dead, one crippled, and one mute—made their eyes darken.

"Seven Linglong Genshi, Qiansha, Kunpo... pay respects to Lord Bai Qi!"

Bai Qi's face was slightly pale. He gripped Mi Hun's wrist with one hand, digging it deep into his flesh, but even so, the latter didn't dare to utter a sound.

"Is this all the bait he's used? He still has two more sword strikes to draw!"

He pretended to stagger to his feet, wanting to see if he could lure out another person with ulterior motives.

However, now the three core assassin organizations of Black Ice Platform have gathered together, the Luo Wang assassins number in the hundreds, and the silent Qin iron cavalry is also roaring in from all directions.

Even if he truly harbors ulterior motives, who would dare to attack him at this time and place?

Bai Qi leaned on his sword, half of his body exhausted, and staggered to the three white-haired Qin soldiers.

The woodcutter had long since passed away, while the kind old soldier's left arm was severed at the root, and he had also been stabbed in the chest and abdomen, likely by the broadsword in the hands of that gray-haired old thief.

He was also nearing the end of his life.

At this moment, he really wanted to ask, "Didn't I already tell you three to stay? Why did you insist on following me?"

Knowing that death was inevitable and there was no way forward, why insist on being reckless and throwing away one's life!

As soon as the three elders appeared and approached, the spirit of the Wu'an Lord's sword in his arms had already reminded Bai Qi that the three people in front of him were Wu'an Lord's former Blood-Clad Guards.

Therefore, despite Zhang Han's repeated questioning, he was able to choose to believe without any reservations.

But now...

Was he wrong?

With a thud.

Bai Qi knelt down on both knees, and with the respect due to a son or nephew, sent off the three old men in front of him who were clearly on the verge of death, yet still fought bloody battles to carve out a path for him.

Bearing the name of the grandson of Lord Wu'an and holding the legacy of Lord Wu'an in his hands, he must shoulder this heavy responsibility, whether as a son or a successor.

Despite having a thousand words in his heart, Bai Qi ultimately only uttered one sentence.

"Junior Bai Qi thanks the three elders!"

"Okay, okay!"

The veteran cooking porridge had reddened his eyes, and the kind veteran patted Bai Qi's head affectionately with his palm.

"We old brothers are very happy that Your Excellency has a worthy successor."

"I originally just wanted to see you secretly and leave, but in the end I still want to see you off."

"The young master wants to make a name for himself and the new King of Qin. We brothers are both happy and worried."

"The previous kings of Qin were all harsh and suspicious by nature, and rarely tolerated capable people."

"The young master has great talent, lofty ambitions, and a bright future. This is a good thing, but it is also a bad thing."

"With the example of your predecessor, young master, you must be very careful and lest you recklessly throw your life away."

"Cough cough cough~"

Seeing the faint blush appearing on the kind old soldier's cheeks, it was clear that he was nearing the end of his life.

Bai Qi, disregarding his weakness, quickly used one hand to soothe him and the other to draw Wu Anjun's sword.

But the kind old soldier with a smile on his lips grabbed his palm and gently shook his head.

"Having seen your son, my wish has been fulfilled, and I have no regrets. Do not waste any more effort."

Bai Qi looked at the old man who seemed to have seen through everything, opened his mouth, and silently asked, "What else can I do?"

The kind old soldier shook his head, reached out and grasped the rough hand of the old soldier cooking porridge next to him, and shook hands with Bai Qi.

"How about we have the mute servant, acting as our eyes, respectfully escort the young master into Yongcheng to be appointed general?"

Bai Qi felt a slight sting in his nose and could no longer hold back the tears welling up in his eyes, because he knew...

The old man in front of him wasn't asking him a question, but rather trying to convey his words to King Zheng of Qin through the people around him.

Even on his deathbed, he was thinking about paving the way for the life-and-death crises he might face in the future.

Bai Qi nodded with effort, then quickly shook his head. He forced back the sorrow in his chest and said forcefully, "Bai Qi will do it."

"Bai Qi will achieve feats far surpassing his ancestors, conquering the six kingdoms to the east, unifying the nine provinces, extinguishing war, and bringing peace and prosperity to the world!"

"We'll pay any price for this!"

The kind old soldier nodded with satisfaction, his eyes benevolent, but he wasn't moved by Bai Qi's grand ideals. Only when he spoke the last sentence did his eyelid twitch slightly.

But none of that mattered to him anymore.

His gaze was as if he were looking at a young, arrogant nephew or niece who didn't know the immensity of the world.

In his heart, there was only the deceased Lord Wu'an, and he was only willing to fight and struggle for him alone.

The kind-hearted veteran raised his hand and gently patted the back of his knee, singing in a high-pitched voice characteristic of Shaanxi Qinqiang opera.

"The valiant Qin people, united in the face of national crisis; the valiant Qin people, reclaiming our lost lands."

Bai Qi echoed softly.

"We will fight to the death, until every drop of blood is spilled!"

Zhang Han and other old Qin people, whose eyes were red, began to echo each other in unison.

"To the west lies the mighty Qin, rising like the sun; a century of national humiliation, its sorrows difficult to quell!"

The Qin army arrived on horseback, their iron hooves thundering. Upon seeing this scene, they halted their horses and began to sing praises.

"The world is in turmoil; how can there be peace and tranquility!"

"Qin has elite warriors; who can rival them..."