Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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"Every choice comes with a price…"

Yan Shenji repeated this sentence, his gaze turning deep.

Hearing this, he already had a rough understanding of the thoughts of the Qiao family member in front of him.

Most people in this world act for fame and fortune, which is not considered vulgar, but rather human nature.

After all, who doesn’t want to live a better life, even gaining fame and fortune, and enjoy prosperity and wealth in front of others?

Yet this Qiao family member in front of us knows there are dangers ahead but still heads towards them.

Even though he had hardly any breath left at this moment, his words were still very strong.

Perhaps Yan Shenji had also grown old… whenever he heard these words, he couldn’t help but think of his youthful days.

Towards the end of the Great Zhou Dynasty nearly three hundred years ago, even though there was no inhuman interference in politics, the society was still in chaos and the people were struggling to survive.

During the final years of the dynasty, there were often peasant uprisings. These peasants took up arms not for grand ideals, but simply because they had no choice and wanted to survive in troubled times.

Peasant soldiers only wanted to survive and have food to eat, while schemers were thinking about seizing power and becoming officials… And indeed, there was a small group of people shining with different light.

Impulsive and impatient young people would rise up only for a matter of pride or a meal.

This was the majority of the rebels in the past.

And older, wise middle-aged people mostly wouldn’t get involved in such dangerous things where they challenge the government by risking their lives.

That’s true for most people, but not for everyone.

Once in a while, there are some foolish people who know they shouldn’t do something, but still do it, especially in chaotic times.

Yan Shenji looked at Qiao Mu, then Emperor Yonghe beside him, and then gazed at the ruins in front of the Golden Hall.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Suddenly, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"This scent is so familiar," he suddenly said.

Almost three hundred years had passed.

Once again, he smelled the decay of the end of a dynasty.

Back then, he was a rebel leader who rose up in arms.

Now he is the most important person in the Great Yan Royal Family.

"Is the fate of Great Yan coming to an end?" He pushed away this thought from his mind and held up the Human Emperor Sword.

"Since you have made up your mind, draw your sword."

The golden light of national fortune on the Human Emperor Sword faded away, transforming into the dark yellow internal strength of the Imperial Extreme True Skill. Ṙ

The power of national fortune was decreasing bit by bit, which was a heavy burden for the Great Yan Imperial Court. Yan Shenji would not use it lightly, especially against a martial artist.

"It should have been done long ago." Qiao Mu bent down slightly, grabbed the ankle of the King Qin Golden Body from the shallow pit on the cracked steps, and pulled the King Qin Golden Body out of the ground.

"Though your Human Emperor Sword is sharp, my King Qin Sword is equally formidable."

"Do you call this a sword?" Yan Shenji raised the Human Emperor Sword, raising an eyebrow.

"You said all choices come with a price."

"If you are ready to sacrifice your life in battle, then it is time for you to pay the price."

Yan Shenji mastered Long Life Fist to perfection, but only reached Triple Wave in Ripple Stacking Wave Strength.

Training is different from fighting.

Ripple Stacking Wave Strength is a technique within Long Life Fist, although it is an extraordinary martial art, there are more beyond Long Life Fist.

Yan Shenji’s best skill is not Ripple Stacking Wave Strength, but his own creation – Imperial Extreme True Skill.

The long sword slashed through the air with powerful energy like surging waves, engulfing Qiao Mu holding the King Qin Sword.

……………………………………….

On the other side of the Golden Dragon Palace.

Hai Wuya stood there blankly, somewhat distracted.

"The reason Qiao Shuanggui entered the imperial palace was because he felt that I shouldn’t die this way?"

Hai Wuya felt a mix of emotions in his heart.

Today was the first time he met Qiao Shuanggui, but Qiao Shuanggui’s words and actions felt so natural to him, without any sense of strangeness.

"The Qiao family has been known for generations for their bravery and chivalrous spirit, truly a remarkable family."

Hai Wuya sighed.

Beside him, Flying Fish Guard Chu Xing also felt moved, somewhat absent-minded.

Suddenly, he felt a tremor in his heart, sensing danger approaching—yet it was already too late.

A war knife was held against his neck, and before he knew it, a gray-haired elderly man had appeared behind him.

"Are there really allies of Qiao Shuanggui here?" Chu Xing’s mind raced as he saw Hai Siyuan and Li Changshi appear beside him.

"Your Majesty didn’t miscalculate this time," Chu Xing thought to himself.

"Qiao Shuanggui alone has diverted the attention of the Imperial Guards army, while his allies took advantage of the weak guards in other parts of the palace to sneak in,".

"Luckily, there aren’t many of them, just two…"

Thinking this, Li Changshi’s Stone City slowly spun in his hand, revealing white-haired soldiers coming out.

"Two… over two hundred?!" Chu Xing gave up resisting directly.

Even if the palace’s defense is weak at the moment, it’s impossible for over two hundred old soldiers to sneak in.

Li Changshi’s Stone City made it possible, leading Chu Xing and other Flying Fish Guard members to surrender instantly.

Among the old soldiers are twenty spiritual refining 3rd rank martial artists, while the rest are seasoned veterans with forty years of battle experience, easily a match for Chu Xing and the others.

"It succeeded like this? So easily, even without a fight, they rescued my father?" Hai Siyuan found it hard to believe.

He had thought it was dangerous to enter the palace, but he and Li Changshi had sneaked in effortlessly.

"Xiao Hai, it’s not because we’re too strong or lucky," Li Changshi gazed into the distance, watching Qiao Shuanggui fighting Yan Shenji in front of the palace.

Qiao Shuanggui’s skin was torn, his body blackened like charcoal, clearly having gone through a tough battle.

Their journey was only easy because someone ahead was drawing most of the enemy’s fire.

"Why did you all come? I am already a dying man," Hai Wuya said slowly.

He had been calm, but seeing his eldest son and the rest of the soldiers in danger made him furrow his brows.

He knew he didn’t have much time left, involving others, even his colleagues and children, would only make things worse.

"Don’t be angry, Hai," Li Changshi smiled.

"You have your thoughts, we have our choices, that’s all."

Hai Siyuan silently nodded.

In fact, this man Hai Wuya, who was the eldest son, was already in his sixties and had his own opinions long ago.

Hai Wuya decided not to involve others and instructed Dr. Dong to tell his son not to come to rescue him.

But Hai Siyuan and the others naturally had their own thoughts as well.

"Our friend Hai has already been rescued… now where should we go? Should we leave as soon as possible or…" Li Changshi and Hai Siyuan exchanged a glance.

Their secret infiltration into the palace this time was naturally to save the dying Hai Wuya.

The goal has now been achieved.

According to common sense, they should naturally leave the palace quickly.

But then, she just quietly left without saying a word?

Earlier, Qiao Shuanggui was causing a commotion, diverting the attention of the Imperial Guards in the palace. Hai Siyuan thought to himself that without Qiao Shuanggui in the lead, they wouldn’t be able to sneak into the palace so easily.

Leaving aside other things, with ten thousand Imperial Guards setting up a net, even the exceptional Qiao Shuanggui was discovered, not to mention them.

Can these two hundred old soldiers really stand a chance against ten thousand Imperial Guards, plus the remaining skilled experts in the palace?

Now that everything is settled, they left without a word, watching Qiao Shuanggui fight to the death outside the Golden Luang Hall?

"Of course we can’t leave," Hai Siyuan said firmly.

"If we stay, what else can we do?" Li Changshi, who was older and calmer, asked.

"The abilities of that skilled expert in the palace are truly unpredictable… Qiao Shuanggui is nearly dead, what can we do if we stay? Are we just going to sacrifice our lives here?"

"Right now, there are two paths in front of us."

"One option is to leave with Hai Wuya and forget our original purpose."

"The second choice… risking our lives, even if we survive, we will be considered traitors to Great Yan and will never have peace in the future."

As the two talked, they heard impatient voices from the other soldiers behind them.

"No, General Li, General Hai… time is running out, why are you wasting time here?"

The thin, old soldier with a slightly white beard interrupted, "We followed you into the palace, we knew what to expect, why the sudden change now?"

"Why do you think we’re here? Let me be blunt… General Hai is a good man, but we’ve only known him for a few months. I won’t risk my life for him to storm the palace."

The thin old soldier’s face fell as he said this.

"I arrived at the Imperial Capital just half a month ago. At first, I thought about taking the reward from the court and retiring…"

"But I can’t fall asleep!" The skinny old soldier’s eyes widened, shining with an unknown light.

"I have been fighting in the desert against inhuman foes for forty years. After leaving the desert, I finally see the Great Yan that I have yearned for forty years, in such a state…"

"They want me to take silver coins back home, want me to watch my fellow villagers continue to worship gods and immortals, placing inhuman beings on the altar… Didn’t we fight the war forty years ago for nothing? Didn’t our ten thousand comrades die in vain?"

The other old soldiers also fell into silence, feeling sorrowful in their hearts.

There were quite a few people who shared the same thoughts as the thin old soldier.

After crossing the desert, many old soldiers took the silver coins and returned to their hometowns.

They were already tired of warfare, only wishing to spend their later years in peace… That was their initial thought.

Yet they couldn’t do it.

The battles had become ingrained memories in their muscles, the hatred towards inhuman beings deeply rooted in their bones. Having spent most of their lives fighting against inhuman beings, how could they now adapt to an era where the Great Yan Imperial Court was already kneeling before the Nine Immortal Gates?

They truly couldn’t do it.

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