Chapter 18: Fighting Dongjun
Ying Zifei likes the falling snow in winter very much. The white background makes his barbecue and drinking around the fire more poetic.

For a person who cannot express this mood in words, such a contrast has already made him very happy.

"You seem to be at ease. The commotion outside makes people nervous and uneasy."

Ying Qing sat down casually and asked Ah Fu to bring him a jar of wine.

"The king and the prime minister like this kind of restless atmosphere." Ying Zifei smiled and said, "The prime minister wants to show his ability, and the king needs this kind of restlessness to temper his will."

"The sky is broken, and I, Yingzi, will just drink wine and eat meat."

Ying Qing took a sip of wine, chuckled and asked: "Are you really willing to give up this reputation?"

"Although it was your people who experimented step by step to make paper, the direction was designated by you, Ying Zifei."

"Give in?" Ying Zifei shook his head and said with a smile: "This is not giving in, but the credit of Gongshujia and those Mohist disciples."

"The elders of the tribe are the ones who do things, and they are always worthy of respect."

Ying Zifei didn't think he had made much contribution by specifying the direction, because he also vaguely understood it, and the step-by-step experimental process was something those people had to improve with great difficulty.

"No wonder those people obey you." Ying Qing sighed.

For the talents of Gongshujia and Mohist school, Yingzi not only provided money but also provided research directions and did not seek credit. In this situation, anyone would be convinced.

Ying Zifei laughed out loud. He was quite proud of this. After all, when people are flattered and recognized by others, it always directly reflects their value and ability.

After they drank for a while and got a little tipsy, Ying Qing left. He was not as relaxed as Ying Zifei.

……

"Little Phoenix, don't you want to go see your son?" Mo Li, who came here from Loulan, asked Jiang Huang, who was also looking out at the city, from the top of a high mountain outside Xianyang City.

"I would like to see him from afar." Jiang Huang said with a distressed look, "But Xianyang City is not a peaceful place now."

Mo Li nodded slightly. Even she, a guest who came from afar, could feel the commotion caused by the paper.

"Let's go. It's time to meet Zifei after the Yin-Yang family enters Qin."

"Meeting him now will increase the uncertainty."

Jiang Huang is a decisive person. She doesn't want to bring greater crisis to her son Ying Zifei because of her actions, even though her son Ying Zifei's strength has been recognized by her at this time.

After the two left, those who were watching from afar also turned around and left. At this time in the situation, the protection measures of Xianyang City reached the highest level.

Cheng Jiao felt like his head was about to explode at this moment. The spies who had infiltrated Zong Yingwei were constantly making small moves, making him subconsciously suspicious of everyone he looked at.

The people from the Black Ice Platform didn't move, and the Shadow Secret Guards were nowhere to be seen. Cheng Jiao really wanted to chop people down now.

Ying Qing and others had no intention of helping Cheng Jiao at all. What Cheng Jiao needed was the training in this kind of major event.

"Elder, when Ying Zifei took over the Black Ice Platform, was he also so flustered?"

Cheng Jiao needed psychological comfort at this time, especially with Ying Zifei, who made him most dissatisfied. He needed some comparison to comfort and encourage himself.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Ying Qing smiled. Without waiting for Cheng Jiao to reply, he continued, "At the beginning, he only had a mouth and twelve scrolls, and it was the people of Black Ice Platform who were in a mess."

Cheng Jiao was confused and asked, "Isn't he worried about the chaos on the Black Ice Platform?"

"He never worries." Ying Qing smiled and said leisurely, "From the very beginning, he was prepared to tear down the Black Ice Platform and start over again."

"You can call him reckless or bold, but one thing is certain."

"That kid, from the very beginning, was confident that he had the ability and time to build the best Black Ice Platform structure in his mind."

"If the people from Black Ice Terrace are useless in his eyes, then just throw them away."

Cheng Jiao was silent. Ying Zifei seemed to be only twelve or thirteen years old at that time!

Ying Qing patted Cheng Jiao on the shoulder and left. Cheng Jiao was still too young and needed to learn and hone himself.

There is only one Ying Zifei, and not everyone has the ability of that boy.

The attitude of the royal family when discussing how to check and balance Ying Zifei was actually just a reflection of some people's fear of that boy's abilities.

When people are afraid of something, they are always afraid that it will get out of control.

Uncontrollability is actually the root cause of people’s fear!
……

Cheng Jiao was undergoing tempering, while Ying Zifei was tasting wine and appreciating beauties.

The falling white snow further highlights the beauty and temperament of the two women, making them look like fairies, ethereal and otherworldly.

King Ying Zheng of Qin knelt in the pavilion and looked through the memorials. The memorials were made of special paper and were light yet looked luxurious.

Qin King Ying Zheng was as calm as ever, gently turning his wine glass, looking back and forth at the two women, Ying Zifei, with a smile on his face. Outside the pavilion, Dongjun and Yueshen, two contemporary extraordinary women of the Yin-Yang School, had snow falling on their shoulders. The snow was falling, and the four of them were in the pavilion, which was a scene of their own.

Putting down the memorial in his hand, Ying Zheng raised his head slightly, looked at the two women of Yin Yang School and said, "I like the gift sent by Donghuang Taiyi very much."

"In this changing situation, you, the Yin-Yang family, should take care of your own affairs first." The two reported some of the Yin-Yang family's preparations to King Ying Zheng of Qin. However, due to the shock caused by the paper, the Yin-Yang family was targeted by some people and needed time to deal with it. As a result, the time to enter Qin would be delayed again.

Ying Zifei was drinking his own wine. When Dongjun and the other man finished their report, Ying Zheng was about to ask them to leave, but Dongjun bowed and said, "Your Majesty, His Excellency Donghuang said that the Marquis of Zhen'an is a genius who sits like a tiger in the royal court and whose roar shakes the world."

"I am not talented, but please allow me to test the sword of Chiyou in the hands of Marquis Zhen'an to see how sharp it is."

"Oh?"

Ying Zheng became interested and found that the astrological laws of the Yin-Yang School were very interesting.

Also, he also wanted to know how strong his cousin Ying Zifei was now.

"Brother, what do you think?"

Seeing the interest on Ying Zheng's face, Ying Zifei's mouth twitched slightly. Are you sure this is a question?
"Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School is known as the most extraordinary woman in the contemporary Yin-Yang School."

Ying Zifei spoke calmly, looking at the young girl with a youthful look, and said with a chuckle, "I never fight for free. Lord Dongjun, can you come up with a prize that will interest me?"

Dongjun and Yueshen felt their brains short-circuited when they heard this. How could the dignified Marquis of Zhen'an, the ruler of the Black Ice Platform, be so mercenary?

After coming back to his senses, Dong Jun felt that he could no longer understand Ying Zifei, so he asked, "Is the Marquis so confident that he will win?"

"It's either a loss or a win, there's always a 50% chance, isn't it?" Ying Zifei drank the wine in the glass and chuckled, "If you want to get what you want, you have to offer chips that interest me."

Dong Jun felt that this person was shrouded in mystery. After a little thought, he said, "I will use three Yin Yang Pills as bargaining chips. What do you think, Lord?"

"You are quite generous." Ying Zifei said with a sigh, "The Yin-Yang Pill is the treasure of your Yin-Yang family's unique alchemy technique that was derived from Taoism."

"It is said that in order to refine this pill, one needs to use the Yin-Yang seal method to activate the rhythm of heaven and earth, and intercept the Dao rhythm to make the pill. It is difficult to refine it without extremely powerful people."

"Swallowing this pill can not only refine the body, but also help you comprehend the magical arts of your Yin-Yang family."

"Mr. Dongjun, with such a valuable treasure, are you so confident that you won't lose?"

"Whether we win or lose, we just have to wait and see." Dongjun's confidence overflowed.

……

In the palace's martial arts arena, King Ying Zheng of Qin stood in a pavilion with many guards on his side. The Moon Goddess stood to one side, acting as a guard.

In the field, Ying Zifei held the Chiyou sword in his hand. After exchanging greetings with Dongjun opposite him, both of them circulated their internal energy, neither of them had any intention of testing each other.

The Chi You sword was unsheathed, and Ying Zifei, who held the hilt, united his mind and spirit. The tyranny and will of his domineering killing method transformed into the soul image of a white tiger, standing high in the sky behind Ying Zifei, as if roaring.

"Domineering killing method. Slashing horizontally. Destroying the sky."

With a soft murmur, he swung his sword horizontally. The sword energy was like a stream of light, as if it was going to cut Dongjun in two.

It seemed avoidable, but Dongjun, who was in the middle of it, only felt that the white tiger soul image in the sky behind Ying Zifei locked the entire space.

With a slash of sword, heaven and earth are divided!

There was no way to avoid it, Dongjun quickly formed seals with both hands and his internal energy surged out.

"Soul and Dragon Wandering"

The dragon's energy transformed into a three-legged golden crow, illuminating the entire space, and then attempted to break through the "sky" and fly away.

"boom!"

"Buzz!"

The roar and buzzing sound raised the dust in the training ground.

The Moon Goddess's inner force circulated, dispersing the dust that was blowing in the face of King Qin Ying Zheng. When everyone looked over, they saw that the white tiger soul image behind Ying Zifei seemed to be more solid.

On Dongjun's side, the three-legged golden crow transformed from the dragon's aura had dissipated.

At this moment, Dongjun was no longer proud. Although she was not injured in that move just now, she knew how difficult Ying Zifei was to deal with.

This guy is very strong!
"Is it just this far?" Ying Zifei murmured, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or Dong Jun.

His mind moved as he wished, and the white tiger soul image that appeared in the sky behind him quickly dissipated. His guess was correct. It was a pity that Dongjun's will was now manifested, and he was unable to temper his white tiger soul image.

With a bounce of his feet, Ying Zifei swung his sword once again. This time there was no illusion, but it was full of sharp aura, as if it could cut through everything.

Dongjun attacked back, and their movements became faster and faster. After thirty moves, they collided with each other. Dongjun lost the force and flew away, retreating about ten steps. Ying Zifei stood still and no longer drew his sword.

"Master Zifei, am I not worthy of your full-handed attack?"

Dongjun's eyes were almost filled with rage. Those who knew about Ying Zifei's intelligence were certain that he had learned the domineering killing method of Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an.

However, when they just fought, except for the first move, Ying Zifei actually fought her with agility, and there was no trace of domineering killing in his sword skills.

How could she, the great Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School, actually be looked down upon by Ying Zifei like this!

(End of this chapter)