Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Their frost arsenic, my peach and plum.

Outside Feng Xiu City blood flowed, and some gritted their teeth with hatred while others filled with aghast pity for the innocent civilians tragically dying beyond the walls of the grand city.

Especially the common folk—they watched the tragic scenes outside the city not with empathetic sorrow, but rather a sense of satisfaction.

It's a natural moral sympathy and projection, for if these people could betray the villagers outside today, might they also betray them when the time is "right and necessary"?

Furthermore, who doesn't have a few impoverished relatives beyond the city?

The slaughter continued, heavy rain descended, washing the blood stains off the ground.

The rainwater diluted the vivid blood, fading it into the soil until it disappeared.

"Excellent! Well done, long live the State Preceptor, long live His Majesty!"

At that moment, from among the crowd watching the execution, a middle-aged sturdy man with tearful eyes shouted. He had been working in the city and had not returned to his small mountain village for almost half a year.

On normal days, on the first and fifteenth of each month, his parents and wife would usually send a fellow villager into the city with a message to report their safety and talk about the mischief of their young son, a custom that had never been broken for many years.

But this time, he never received any message from home, nor saw any fellow villagers.

"Excellent! Well done, long live the State Preceptor, long live His Majesty!"

A single person led the cheer, igniting it like a silent barrel of gunpowder, causing countless people to erupt in thunderous shouts.

The collective voices of tens of thousands overwhelmed the rain, the thunder, and even the solitary chant of the Taoist.

Cows and horses don't just appear from nowhere; aren't they all raised by mothers and fathers?

Suddenly, those working inside the city, having lost contact with their families, began to assault the defensive lines constructed by the armored soldiers.

Failing to breach, some began throwing rotten shoes and stones. Others took a wide detour, stormed into the execution ground, picked up a piece of flesh from the ground, and shockingly started to devour it raw.

In that moment, the commander of the black-armored guard troops, sent to maintain order, couldn't help but perspire, having no choice but to look towards Lin Luo for help.

His hands were tied, as he dared not suppress the civilians nor defy military orders letting these people through.

His position was too difficult.

Regrettably, the commander's plea for help went unnoticed by Lin Luo, as she remained lost in thought, haunted by a burly Taoist's rhetorical question,

"Are these people even human?"

No words were as deafening as the madness at the scene.

At that moment,

Lin Luo's silence was deafening.

She snapped back to reality, gestured grandly with her hand signaling the black-armored guard troops to let them through.

At that moment, Yi Chen had already ceased his actions; standing above the skies, he looked down at the ant-like people below, his heart immensely shaken.

At that moment, the chants of "Long live the State Preceptor, long live His Majesty" resumed.

Upon hearing this, the State Preceptor of Great Qin cunningly shifted focus and began to loudly chant,

"Long live His Majesty! Long live Great Qin!"

He smartly removed himself from the equation.

Yi Chengzi is like a big tree without branches; saying "long live" to him was almost an insult.

Better to just chant "long live His Majesty".

Lian Caiyi, watching the scene below, was also momentarily stunned.

When the frenzied crowd calmed a bit, she exhibited her power, set up a soft but firm barrier to divide the crowd, and then produced a second decree from Emperor Qin Ying Si.

This one was the Edict of Self-accusation personally written by Ying Si!

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Inside the Imperial Palace, Ying Si was vigorously writing, when suddenly, a mighty thunder tore through the sky.

Ying Si put down his pen, abruptly looking towards the window.

"Yue Ji, check the time, Lian Caiyi should have arrived by now. I wonder how things are being handled there."

"With the State Preceptor and General Lian undertaking this, the matter will surely be resolved. But, Your Majesty, why did you think to write a second edict? Before, you certainly wouldn't have written a second Edict of Self-accusation." The graceful woman, holding her deeply sleeping elder son, carefully placed him on the adjacent brocade couch.

"Because of the State Preceptor, and also because I've lately had some new insights."

"The State Preceptor doesn't want it to be difficult for me, decisively deciding to bear the identity of the executioner, how could my spirit be lesser than the State Preceptor's?"

"Yue Ji, what you don't know is that this act of killing by the State Preceptor is even more beneficial than Great Qin attracting a Breakthrough Limit Third Layer master, a dike thousands of miles long can be destroyed by an ant-hill, and my enemies within are always more dangerous than those outside."

"Then Your Majesty need not issue an Edict of Self-accusation; such an action might damage your revered wisdom." The graceful woman frowned slightly, bringing a bowl of fragrant tea to Ying Si.

"Everyone makes mistakes, let alone such a vast empire. I could easily suppress this matter, absolutely no one would dare object, but that would not be right."

"The realm does not belong to me alone; it belongs to all its people. When a warrior develops a festering sore, what I need to do is not hide it, but to lance it, letting the pus flow out."

"Even if I'm covered in scars, I am still a warrior. Clear and thorough explanation wins over most people who will still call me Emperor of Great Qin, the slight noise from some flies hardly matters."

Zap!

A bolt of lightning cleaved the sky.

Suddenly, an epiphany rose in Ying Si's mind.

He took up his pen again, this time his writing flowing like the dragon dance, feeling smooth and uninterrupted.