Chapter 1 White Tiger Soul Statue
It was drizzling and the manor seemed quiet.

In the manor, rain fell obliquely, creating ripples on the lake. Fish swam freely in the lake, occasionally jumping into the air and then falling back into the lake, creating waves.

To the east of the lake, there stood a pavilion, in which sat a burly young man.

This burly young man has a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and looks quite lazy.

On the young man's right hand, there was a fishing rod with the fishing line falling on the lake. The bait on the hook was luring the fish in the lake.

On his left hand side, a bamboo sword stood vertically, one foot above the ground, swaying slightly, in some kind of rhythmic harmony with the young man.

In front of the young man who was sitting cross-legged, there were three wine jars and several dishes of side dishes. From time to time, he reached out and grabbed the side dishes on the plates and put them in his mouth, while drinking the wine.

Before the fish took the bait, there was a slight sound of footsteps. Someone walked into the pavilion, bowed slightly and said, "Sir, the Six-Fingered Black Knight, a great master of the Mohist school, came to the largest base of the Black Ice Platform in Xinzheng, the capital of South Korea, and gave me this box."

After saying this, the man took off the long box on his back and handed it to the burly young man who was sitting cross-legged.

The burly young man took the long box, glanced at it, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Then, he flicked his finger, and the lid of the long box popped open, revealing a sharp sword inside the long box.

A sword without a scabbard!
Seeing this, the burly young man frowned slightly, then he thought of something and suddenly smiled.

He picked up the sword in the box, looked at it, his eyes flashed, and then he circulated his internal energy and flicked his fingers heavily.

"Ding"

With a slight sound, the sword broke into two parts, one part fell into the long box, and the other part was still in the hands of the burly young man.

The burly young man also put the hilt of the sword in his hand into the long box, closed the long box, handed it to the visitor, and said calmly: "Send the long box to the Mohist master Six-Fingered Black Knight as quickly as possible."

"promise"

The man nodded, said nothing more, took the long box and left the pavilion.

As soon as he left, an old man came to the pavilion at a very fast speed.

The rain was still falling, but the old man's clothes were not wet at all.

"Zi Fei, you returned with your sword broken. This is a provocation to the Six-Fingered Black Knight, the leader of the Mohist School."

The old man sat down cross-legged, talking with a smile. Ying Zifei reached out and picked up a wine jar from the front, threw it to the old man, and chuckled: "Elder, the sword is without a sheath. Isn't this his test of me?"

The old man opened the wine jar, took a few sips of wine, and said with a smile: "None of the various schools of thought are simple, so don't let yourself be tricked."

"The sword is unsheathed, and someone will deliver it to the stronghold. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it seems that your Black Ice Platform has made some people feel uneasy."

Hearing this, Ying Zifei nodded slightly, and then said: "The Yin-Yang School's entry into Qin has caused undercurrents in various forces. The temptation of the Mohist master Six-Fingered Black Knight is understandable."

"It seems that I need to meet him."

The old man looked at the rippling lake and said in a leisurely tone: "The situation has changed. In this game of the world, who knows how many heroes and how many demons will step onto the stage of "the world"."

His sigh did not cause any emotional fluctuations in Ying Zifei. He drank with big gulps. After putting down the wine jar, he slightly tilted his eyes and looked at the vertical bamboo sword on his left hand. He chuckled and said, "There are many interesting people in this world. It would be a pity if I don't meet them!"

The bamboo sword exudes rhythm, as if it has life, as if responding.

The old man felt the rhythmic connection between the man and the sword and was amazed. Such a rhythm must be a sign of the man and the sword knowing each other, and the swords' hearts being connected.

It is just a bamboo sword, but it looks like a famous sword.

"With such a close connection between the sword and the heart, you are already among the best among the younger generation."

The old man said, his mouth corners slightly raised, and he said with interest: "The new generation of Guigu Zongheng has already gained some fame. The Zongheng swordsmanship he learned is rumored to be the strongest swordsmanship inheritor among all the Zongheng disciples of all generations."

"In the martial arts world, among the various schools of thought, there are also young people showing their talents."

"Zi Fei, you are the mysterious ruler of the Black Ice Platform in the eyes of all parties. When will you reveal your true identity?"

Ying Zifei looked towards the lake and chuckled at the old man, "Elder, are you so impatient to push me out to block the knife?"

The old man shook his head and laughed when he heard this, and said with a sigh: "You have been hiding behind the scenes for these years, and I and others have been busy with the expansion of the Black Ice Platform. After all, the world belongs to the young generation after generation. It is time for me and others to stay behind the scenes."

As he spoke, he stared at Ying Zifei with admiration in his eyes and said, "You have been in charge of the Black Ice Stage for so many years. I didn't know how powerful the Black Ice Stage was. Boy, your talent is the right time to step onto the stage of the world."

His praise made Ying Zifei smile. He looked into the distance, his mind racing as he lost himself in memories.

This is not a historical world of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, but a world of high-level martial arts called The Legend of Qin.

Ying Zifei, a man who should have died six years ago, "survived" the turmoil six years ago.

That day was the coronation ceremony of the late King Ying Yiren. Unlike the solemnity on the surface, a bloody fight had already begun in secret.

The strength of the Qin State and the strength of the Black Ice Platform were both fought among the forces with ulterior motives on all sides.

In that chaotic battle, the top leaders of Black Ice Platform were nearly wiped out due to a series of traps. Fortunately, the original body's mother took action and suppressed the strange poison in the top leaders of Black Ice Platform.

After Ying Zifei "came back to life", he learned from the merged memories that his original body was also one of the central points of this chaos.

Some people want to kill him, some people want to save him. After he "comes back to life", his memory tells him that it seems that from the moment he was born, he has been trapped in some kind of situation.

The night he "came back to life", his parents disappeared, and many secrets were covered up in the chaos of that night.

Letting this boy, who was only twelve years old at the time, inherit the title of Marquis of Zhen'an and become the ruler of Heibingtai was a deal between his mother and the high-ranking clan elders of Heibingtai.

And this was the most certain thing he could know about what happened after the chaotic battle.

From that day on, he, Ying Zifei, became the mysterious ruler of the Black Ice Platform. Up to now, six years have passed. The previous king died three years after he ascended the throne, and the new King of Qin, Ying Zheng, has been on the throne for three years.

Six years had passed unknowingly. There were too many secrets in this world, and the result of too many secrets was that he, who was already in the middle of the situation, could not predict his life or death. In his second life, Ying Zifei cherished his life very much. He hid himself behind the scenes, promoting various reforms and developments on the Black Ice Platform while improving his own strength step by step.

Today, his improved strength has made him no longer as nervous as before. His confidence comes from his strength, and he is no longer worried about dying inexplicably in the various situations in this world.

Over the years, he did not pursue any secrets, although he could find out some things with the help of the power of the Black Ice Platform.

Instead of wasting energy and manpower to pursue the so-called secrets, he focused on strengthening his own strength and expanding the power of the Black Ice Platform.

With a sword in hand, I am not afraid of any plots.

Without a sword in your hand, even if you know those secrets, you will eventually become someone else's pawn, and your life and death will be controlled by others.

As his thoughts raced, Ying Zifei sensed that the white tiger spirit engraved on his soul was roaring in the dark.

A domineering aura emanates from it!

The domineering force that was released made the slanting raindrops seem to be suspended in the air.

Just as the fish was about to swallow the bait on the hook, its body paused and then swam away quickly.

Ying Zifei came back to his senses, picked up the jar of wine and drank it happily.

The White Tiger Soul Statue absorbs and exhales the luck of the Great Qin Dynasty. There are many wonderful things happening here. I have gained a lot in the past six years.

His soul came entangled with the white tiger soul statue. After fusing with the soul of the original body, the three souls became one.

That night, after he "came back to life", he somehow already knew the function of the White Tiger Soul Statue.

It absorbs and exhales the luck of the Qin Dynasty, but does not damage it in the slightest.

After inhaling and exhaling the energy, it can allow Ying Zifei to enter the state of enlightenment, which is quite magical.

The stronger the Qin State's luck became, the more miraculous it became as the White Tiger Soul Statue absorbed and exhaled luck.

He is Ying Zifei, now the Marquis of Zhen'an in Qin State and the ruler of Heibingtai.

He is already one of the "shareholders" of the Qin group!

He hoped that the Qin State would become more powerful and leave behind a magnificent history.

I also want to see the legendary scenery where martial arts reach the pinnacle and the Tao is created.

In the past six years, he has used the power of the Black Ice Platform to prepare a lot of powerful chips for this country.

In the coming time, these chips will only increase in number.

As for when to use these forces, only the young King Qin Ying Zheng in the Qin Palace can decide.

Ying Zifei never doubted whether the young King of Qin could make full use of the chips prepared by the Black Ice Platform.

Just because of that person.

His name is Ying Zheng.

And this is why he trusts!
……

The wind was blowing gently and the rain was still falling slantingly. Ying Zifei withdrew his thoughts and when he saw the cracks on the bamboo sword, he frowned slightly.

The tough bamboo sword could not withstand the will of the domineering killing methods he had learned.

No, it should be said that his current understanding of the domineering killing method is unable to achieve perfect control.

And it is difficult for him to change this in a short period of time.

Noticing Ying Zifei's reaction, the old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Zifei, it's time for you to hold a famous sword."

“Only in this way can I inherit your domineering power of training your Qi externally and cultivating your internal strength internally.”

Hearing this, Ying Zifei was slightly startled, then looked at the old man and said calmly: "Elder, I want to know what kind of sword it is?"

He is the Marquis of Zhen'an of Qin State and the ruler of Heibingtai. If he wants a famous sword, it won't be too difficult.

However, during these six years, although he followed the ideas of the elders and studied swordsmanship, he chose to study the domineering killing method passed down by Wu'an Jun Bai Qi, but he could only practice with a wooden sword and a bamboo sword.

He asked, but the answer he got was just one sentence.

"When the time comes, you'll know!"

He has never been a person who likes to put himself in a difficult situation. He has already judged this from the demands of the elders.

This request was made by his mysterious mother and his disappeared father.

The fused memory, he is not him, but he is also him.

The operation of heaven and earth and the law of fate are the most amazing. Since he has become who he is, he should bear the consequences of it.

He chose to obey, even though such acceptance was like handing over his fate to others.

Facing Ying Zifei's question, the old man was silent for a moment, and then said: "That is a legendary sword!"

"This sword is one of the bargaining chips your mother left for you to deal with the chaos in this world."

As he spoke, he fixed his eyes on Ying Zifei and said in a resounding voice: "At the same time, taking this sword is also one of the tests you will face."

(End of this chapter)