Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

Since this "Mr. Qing" is using the methods of the Yin-Yang School, then many of the previous questions seem to have a reasonable explanation.

Xu Fu once said that the two mysterious people he later encountered both appeared under the name of the "Yin-Yang School." One took advantage of the chaos, while the other claimed to seek revenge against the Yin-Yang School.

Originally, the woman thought these were three unrelated groups, but now it seems that this might have been a setup from the very beginning.

"It seems I'll have to make a trip to Hou Sheng's residence myself." The woman's eyes flickered, and she already had a plan in mind.

She didn't wait until the fifth day, but on the morning of the sixth day, she took advantage of the opportunity of recruiting maids in Hou Sheng Mansion to sneak into Hou Sheng Mansion.

She was deliberately assigned to the backyard, and soon arrived at the courtyard where "Mr. Qing" lived.

At that moment, Xu Qing was enjoying tea at the stone table in the courtyard when the woman stepped into the courtyard, and he looked up.

After seeing the woman's face and aura clearly, Xu Qing's expression changed slightly. He then put down his teacup, couldn't help but sigh, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Why do all the women of the Yin-Yang School like to play the role of maids? Is this some kind of peculiar hobby?"

The woman was taken aback upon hearing this.

She never expected that she would be exposed so quickly after infiltrating Hou Sheng's residence and before she could even take any action.

Chapter 217 Facing Dongjun, Sending You a Dream

"You're Mr. Qing?"

The woman's voice was very soft, like a feather falling on the water, yet it carried an undeniable certainty.

Unlike the previous Shao Siming Bai, even when her identity was exposed on the spot, she showed no sign of panic.

There was no awkwardness in denying it outright, no unease in trying to hide it, only an almost indifferent composure, as if he were not in the heavily guarded Prime Minister's mansion, but chatting with old friends in his own courtyard.

Xu Qing raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across her face. He already knew what was going on, but his words remained unhurried: "Indeed. I just wonder, which master of the Yin-Yang School are you?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "master," and with a slight pressure from his fingertips, the teacup collided with the stone table, making a soft sound, as if testing the other party's reaction.

Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes flickered slightly, like ripples on a lake stirred by the wind.

She met Xu Qing's gaze without flinching, her voice remaining calm and composed: "I am Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School, you may call me Yanfei."

“Dongjun…” Xu Qing repeated the title in a low voice, a half-smile curving his lips. “Donghuang, Dongjun, judging from the title alone, Dongjun should be the crown prince of the Yin-Yang School. If he is the crown prince, why is he called a concubine? Could it be that you are Donghuang Taiyi’s woman?”

These words carried a hint of deliberate mockery. Anyone else would have been furious, but Yan Fei's face remained calm. Only her strikingly bright eyes darkened slightly, as if she had seen through Xu Qing's probing.

She gently raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair that fell beside her cheek behind her ear, the movement as elegant as a painting in slow motion: "Mr. Qing seems to know quite a bit about my Yin-Yang School."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the teacups on the stone table, her tone now more certain: "I'm afraid that when Lord Yunzhong first arrived in Linzi, you already knew his identity. And all the things he encountered in Qi later were deliberately orchestrated by you, weren't they?"

At this point, she shook her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm, "It's laughable that he was so smug back then, thinking his methods were flawless, unaware that he had already fallen into the master's trap."

As Xu Qing listened, his fingertips continued to move, still caressing the patterns on the teacup, but the smile in his eyes was clearly visible: "Your Highness Yanfei is indeed clever, much more insightful than that Lord Yunzhong."

"Yun Zhongjun has returned to the Yin Yang School." Yan Fei suddenly spoke, her voice a few decibels lower than before, as if stating an established fact.

Xu Qing knew, of course, that once Xu Fu returned to the Yin Yang School, he would recount his experiences in the Qi Kingdom. Yan Fei's arrival, though unexpected, was also entirely reasonable.

However, Xu Qing still feigned surprise, "So, you're here to avenge him?"

Before the other party could answer, he sighed softly, his tone full of amusement, "You Yin Yang School people are really vindictive. You only humiliated a Lord of the Clouds, yet you have to trouble Lord Dongjun to come out in person."

"Yun Zhongjun was humiliated by you, sir. It's because he's not as skilled as you. You can't blame anyone else." Yan Fei's voice remained gentle, without a trace of arrogance. Even though her identity was exposed, she maintained her composure. "I've come here for other matters."

A gentle breeze swept by, causing the trees in the courtyard to sway softly, their branches casting dappled shadows on the ground under the sunlight.

Yan Fei took half a step forward, getting closer to the bluestone table, her bright eyes fixed on Xu Qing: "What is the connection between you, sir, and my Yin-Yang School?"

This was the first and most crucial question of her trip.

From the news brought back by Xu Fu to the clues she secretly observed, the man in front of her, Mr. Qing, showed traces of connection with the Yin-Yang School, yet also a sense of estrangement.

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing put down his teacup and looked at Yan Fei with his clear eyes. "Why must I have any connection with the Yin Yang School?"

He spoke with a hint of nonchalance, “I admit that I humiliated Xu Fu, but that was because he put on airs in front of me and used those clumsy tricks to deceive the world. I just couldn’t stand it and wanted to teach him a lesson.”

“If I hadn’t investigated your background, I might have believed your story.” Yan Fei sighed softly, her tone tinged with complexity. “But I sensed traces of Yin-Yang magic on Hou Sheng.”

Her voice paused, her gaze sharpening as if trying to pierce through Xu Qing's composure: "Sir, you used illusion magic to influence Hou Sheng, making him obey you completely, right?"

At the end, she nodded slightly, her tone revealing a genuine admiration, "What a brilliant method."

Only the Yin-Yang School knows the efforts they have made over the years to take advantage of the Qin state's power.

When Lü Buwei was in power, they were subordinate to him. Even though the core ideas of "Lüshi Chunqiu" came from Taoism and contradicted the Yin-Yang School, they suppressed their discomfort and did their best to assist Lü Buwei in compiling this classic, just to use Lü Buwei's power to strengthen themselves.

Later, upon discovering that Ying Zheng had greater potential, he decisively abandoned Lü Buwei and joined Ying Zheng's ranks.

In order to gain the trust of the powerful, they used all sorts of means, but they never thought of such a simple and brutal method.

Using illusions to manipulate the powerful and wealthy, turning them into puppets while remaining hidden behind the scenes to indirectly control everything, is a risky method that has proven remarkably effective.

Yan Fei had to admit that Mr. Qing's thinking was bolder than that of the Yin Yang School's predecessors.

While she admired it, she did not agree with this approach.

The risk is too great. If a person's words and actions suddenly change, it will inevitably attract the attention of others. If they encounter an expert, it will be easy to see the flaws, just like how she discovered that Sheng was influenced by Yin-Yang magic after observing him in secret.

Moreover, in this world, those who can discern the traces of Yin-Yang techniques are not only the Yin-Yang school.

The Taoist school and the Yin-Yang school have a very deep connection, and you can definitely see the clues there.

If the Yin-Yang School dares to manipulate Lü Buwei or Ying Zheng in this way, once exposed, there will be no place for them in the world, and all countries will be wary of them.

"You even knew about this? It seems I can't let you live!"

Upon hearing Yan Fei's words, Xu Qing immediately adopted a fierce expression.

The murderous aura was almost tangible, lingering around Yan Fei.

The calm on her face was finally broken, and her expression became solemn. She had known that the person in front of her was a master, but she did not expect the other party's aura to be so amazing.

Even so, she was not afraid at all. Since she had chosen to come here and face this mysterious Mr. Qing, she had already made full preparations.

With a flick of her sleeve, Yan Fei sent out several golden streaks of light that darted out from her dress, swirling and dancing in the air like agile dragons.

Wherever the golden light passed, it carried a vast and magnificent warmth, like the blazing sun hanging high in the sky, melting away all the surrounding cold killing intent.

As Xu Qing gazed at the golden light, the fierceness on his face gradually faded, and he regained his composure.

From the moment Yanfei stepped into the Prime Minister's residence, he knew that a battle was inevitable.

He had previously targeted the Yin-Yang School repeatedly. After Xu Fu returned to the Yin-Yang School, he would surely tell Donghuang Taiyi everything. Yan Fei's visit this time, with so many questions, clearly indicates that she was not here for idle chat.

The Confucianists might ask questions in a gentle manner, but the Yin-Yang School has never been a pushover. Even though Yan Fei's attitude was gentle at the moment, Xu Qing did not let his guard down in the slightest.

He had no interest in answering each of the other person's questions, nor did he want to give them a chance to make things difficult.

Therefore, he chose to strike first.

With a thought flashing through his mind, Xu Qing suddenly flipped the cup in his hand, spilling the remaining tea. A few drops of water traced a graceful arc in the air before accelerating like arrows released from a bow, shooting towards the golden light.

If you look closely, you will find that within each drop of water, there seems to be a tiny world emerging, with mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, and the stars all contained within.

A seemingly insignificant drop of water can be as heavy as a thousand pounds, carrying the power to destroy the world.

"Puff puff!"

A few soft sounds echoed in the courtyard. The few drops of water collided with the golden light, and the originally lively dragon instantly dissipated and vanished, turning into specks of golden light that disappeared into the air.

Yan Fei's expression changed slightly, and two golden beams of light suddenly shot out from her eyes, even sharper than the previous stream of light.

Without the slightest hesitation, she leaped up like a nimble swallow, dodging the water droplets falling in the air, and pounced straight at Xu Qing.

She knew very well that engaging in combat at a long distance was disadvantageous to her; only by getting close to her opponent could she have a chance of winning.

Xu Qing remained seated in the bamboo chair, neither rising nor changing his expression. He looked at Yan Fei, who was so close to him, and gently pressed his finger down, placing the overturned teacup back onto the stone table.

"Om!!"

A faint buzzing sound rang out, and Yan Fei felt the surrounding air suddenly become viscous, as if she had sunk into an endless swamp, where every inch of movement required immense effort.

She had clearly avoided Xu Qing's direct attack and opted for a close-range assault, but she hadn't expected to encounter an even more troublesome situation than before when she was only three feet away from Xu Qing.

This area is like an invisible forbidden zone. Stepping into it, even time seems to slow down, and all movements are restricted.

Yan Fei felt a chill run down her spine, but she did not back down in the slightest. With a thought, her inner strength suddenly erupted, and golden light burst forth from her body once again, even more dazzling than before. The scattered dragon energy re-condensed and struggled to swirl in the viscous air.

"Soul, dragon, roam!"

This is a technique that only top masters of the Yin-Yang School can use. It allows them to release their internal energy and merge it with the power of heaven and earth, making it as easy as using their own limbs. Not only can they use the power of heaven and earth to launch powerful attacks, but they can also gather the power of heaven and earth into form, endow it with spirituality, and make it their eyes and ears.

Golden light rapidly gathered in the air, gradually coalescing into a lifelike "three-legged golden crow." The golden crow's feathers were made of golden light, each feather clearly visible, and its eyes were two clusters of leaping flames, radiating intense heat.

"Cuck!"

The golden crow let out a clear cry, the sound piercing through the viscous air. With the cry, several golden beams shot out from the golden crow's body, like sharp swords, forcibly piercing through the power that imprisoned the surrounding void. Then the golden crow flapped its wings, carrying a destructive and scorching power, and charged fiercely towards Xu Qing.

Xu Qing watched the three-legged golden crow rush towards him and finally released his fingers from the teacup. However, he did not get up. Instead, he slightly raised his hand, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

Even though he wasn't wearing a sword, this sword just abruptly appeared in Xu Qing's hand, replacing the cup.

Even though Yan Fei had always been serious about Xu Qing, she couldn't figure out where Xu Qing had pulled out the sword from; it seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

However, the more this was the case, the more stern Yan Fei became.

This was simply because she was already within three feet of Xu Qing.

Xu Qing gripped his longsword and gently swung it. There was no earth-shattering sound, nor even a noticeable sword aura, but the charging three-legged golden crow seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, instantly shattering into pieces, turning into specks of golden light, and dissipating into the air.

The Three-Legged Golden Crow was formed by Yan Fei using the power of the Dragon's Roar, containing her essence, energy, and spirit, and is equivalent to her external avatar.

With Jinwu defeated, her spirit was also severely damaged. Yanfei's face turned pale instantly, and a sharp pain shot through her mind, causing her to groan involuntarily.

Even so, she did not give up. She endured the excruciating pain in her mind, her internal energy surged again, and her hands quickly formed hand seals.

The hand seals of the Yin-Yang School are complex and profound. Every movement carries the rhythm of heaven and earth. As the hand seals change, a vast palm force surges out from her palm. Within the palm force, the changes of Yin-Yang and the Five Elements can be seen.

However, when it collided with Xu Qing's subsequent sword light, within a short time, after being baptized by countless years, the flowing light also lost all its color in an instant.

This is somewhat similar to the Taoist concept of the world losing its color, especially since the surrounding void has also become stagnant.

But it is not that the world has lost its color, but rather the power of time.

As time goes by, everything will wither and fade.

That's why some people seek immortality and eternal life.

As Yan Fei's palm strike dissipated, Xu Qing's sword light also dimmed.

The next moment would be a life-or-death decision.