Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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On the Golden Throne.

Yan Shenji looked down and saw that his hands were badly injured, with blood and flesh all mangled.

He slowly sheathed the Human Emperor Sword, looked up through the hole in the palace roof, and gazed at the night sky.

At this moment, the rolling gray clouds in the night sky had cleared up a bit. Dim moonlight pierced through the clouds and shone down onto the Golden Throne, illuminating the body of Qiao Shuanggui, which was severely wounded.

The body still stood tall without falling, but it had completely lost any signs of life.

"The second immortal in the mortal realm has finally been slain by me," Yan Shenji said, his eyes deep and contemplative.

When people grow old, they tend to become more sentimental and easily have different thoughts.

He has lived for too long, witnessing his old friends passing away, his beloved wife growing old and eventually passing away, and even his sons dying, leaving him the only one still alive.

Qiao Shuanggui was the second immortal he met in three hundred years, possibly born in the same era but with different beliefs. In the end, one lived while the other died.

Now that Qiao Shuanggui has also passed away, there are no more immortals in the world.

In the end, he is the only one walking the path of immortality in this mortal world.

As for cultivators?

There is a clear distinction between immortals and mortals. Cultivators don’t see ordinary people as equals, and Yan Shenji naturally doesn’t consider immortals who can live forever as kin.

Suddenly, a shout interrupted Yan Shenji’s brief moment of distraction.

"Ancestor…" A slightly panicked voice came from afar in the grand hall, echoing through the empty space.

The person calling him was Emperor Yonghe.

At that moment, Emperor Yonghe was already being held at knife point by Hai Siyuan, who had successfully broken through the Flying Fish Guard’s defense line.

Although Qiao Mu had died in battle, the precious time he bought in front of Yan Shenji allowed the old soldiers to succeed.

However, Hai Siyuan’s face showed not much excitement at that moment, only a hint of confusion and emptiness.

Another member of the Qiao family died before their eyes.

Qiao Shuanggui was the one who had the Emperor held captive, but now that Qiao Shuanggui was dead, despite having the Emperor in their grasp, their success was slipping away.

Yan Shenji turned his head to look at Emperor Yonghe, with Hai Siyuan standing beside him holding a knife.

Killing Hai Siyuan and the others was a sure thing, with no one left in the palace to challenge them after Qiao Shuanggui’s death.

But with his strength, from this distance, restraining Hai Siyuan and the others without harming Emperor Yonghe gave him only a fifty to sixty percent chance of success.

Just as he was about to strike with his sword, he started to hesitate in his heart.

He used his exceptional martial arts skills to block Qiao Shuanggui’s Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship.

But he didn’t respond to the questions Qiao Shuanggui asked before his death.

In his youth, he once sneaked into the imperial palace with a sword, but he was not alone, many righteous men were with him.

Some of those righteous men died in the imperial palace, some followed him to the end of the journey, were rewarded with titles, and then turned into dust.

This situation made him feel a bit nostalgic, as if he were dreaming back to the old days…

"The Great Yan soldiers who defended the border in the past, raised their knives to assassinate the emperor…. The decadent atmosphere of the late dynasty is so strong."

Qiao Shuanggui is dead.

But his death caused Yan Shenji to feel an unexpected hesitation.

All the cherishing of talents, all the reluctance, are just older people seeing their own shadows on the younger generation.

And today is no different.

The assassin with a knife, the blood-stained palace, the lofty emperor, all appeared just like three hundred years ago.

"Think carefully, all choices come with consequences," Yan Shenji said instead of making a move.

"Choose to raise your sword, blood will be shed, chaos will ensue. But I will crown a new ruler… The price of regicide will be the lives of all of you."

"Choose to lower your sword, leave with Qiao Shuanggui’s body to give him a proper burial, and I will clear your names and ensure your safety."

Yan Shenji handed over the power of choice to Hai Siyuan.

Hai Siyuan remained silent.

The other old soldiers all looked at him, their simple eye contact enough to understand each other’s thoughts.

Qiao Shuanggui has died, so they no longer have a reason to hold the emperor hostage.

Now, they are deciding whether to keep the emperor as a hostage or assassinate him.

"Your Majesty, I have a few questions," suddenly said Hai Siyuan.

"I am just a simple soldier and don’t understand many things. Today, I only hope Your Majesty can enlighten me."

"If this enlightenment can be provided, surrendering to capture is not impossible."

Emperor Yonghe didn’t respond immediately but looked at Yan Shenji, who nodded slightly.

"He will answer truthfully."

These few words made Emperor Yonghe’s heart skip a beat, sensing a subtle change in Yan Shenji’s attitude, the ancestor.

"Your Majesty," Hai Siyuan asked.

"We have been soldiers of Great Yan all our lives, defending this lonely city for forty years without surrender, not giving up an inch of land. We have lived up to the honor of Great Yan and have not disappointed Your Majesty."

"In the past, Qiao Shui and I once entered this royal palace and asked Your Majesty if you felt any shame… at that time, Your Majesty answered that you felt ashamed in your heart."

"Today, I want to ask, if Your Majesty had known about the situation of the solitary city in the desert earlier, would you have sent reinforcements and tried to rescue the soldiers and civilians trapped in the desert for forty years like you would for a member of the Qiao family?"

Hai Siyuan’s voice echoed in the royal palace, lingering for a long time.

Emperor Yonghe furrowed his brow, exchanged glances with Yan Shenji in the distance, contemplated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Though I feel shame in my heart, I will not send reinforcements."

Hai Siyuan’s hand tightened slightly on the hilt of his sword, the blade cutting Emperor Yonghe’s neck skin, a little blood trickling out.

Emperor Yonghe’s voice sounded a bit urgent:

"The enemy is strong, and I am weak. If I send reinforcements to confront Immortal Gate, how many innocent lives will be lost in the conflict?"

"For the greater good, for the people of the world, I will not send reinforcements. Although I feel guilty, sacrificing the people of the desert is necessary for the cause."

Hai Siyuan stayed silent, while the other three hundred soldiers’ gaze turned slightly cold.

These guards who had defended the city for forty years were not afraid of sacrifice, they just wanted to know the reason for it.

Nobody was willing to be the sacrifice under Emperor Yonghe’s grand plan… But the vast difference between mortals and immortals, though Emperor Yonghe’s words were chilling, they seemed to provide a reason.

Hai Siyuan asked again, "Your Majesty, since you have such far-sighted vision, what have you done in these years?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Emperor Yonghe was silent for a moment, then said after careful consideration:

"In the past forty years of the Inhuman War, I have worried every day, all for the sake of preserving the existence of the dynasty, balancing our strength like walking on thin ice when dealing with the Nine Immortal Gates, to maintain the fragile peace for forty years with great effort."

Hai Siyuan took two deep breaths, calmed down a bit, and then asked:

"Your Majesty is indeed thoughtful and ambitious. I just want to ask one more thing…"

"Apart from maintaining the relationship between immortals and mortals, does Your Majesty have any other countermeasures?"

When this was mentioned, Emperor Yonghe’s chest also subtly rose:

"The Human Emperor Sword, which symbolizes the fortune of the dynasty, to make the Immortal Gate wary."

"Secretly nurturing the long-lived ancestors within the royal family, for the future."

Yan Shenji squinted slightly.

He knew deep inside that both the Human Emperor Sword and the founding emperor of Great Yan were unexpected variables beyond Emperor Yonghe’s plans.

Yan Shenji understood this in his heart as well. He realized that there wasn’t much he could do, except try his best to maintain the existence of the Great Yan Imperial Court and hope that future emperors could turn the situation around.

Hai Siyuan’s breath quickened slightly as he softly said:

"For the past forty years, due to the peace maintained by His Majesty, the taxes in Jiu Province have been increasing day by day. If His Majesty truly cares for the people, why burden them so?"

Though he had only left the desert a few months ago, he could see with his own eyes the current situation of Zhong Province and Great Yan.

Emperor Yonghe said, "I am well aware of the heavy taxes imposed on the people in recent years, making their lives difficult. However, do I have any other choice? If we were to provoke the Immortal Gate prematurely, it would be disastrous, and Jiu Province would be doomed."

"I can only temporarily burden the people… I will bear the criticisms from them." Emperor Yonghe spoke solemnly:

"When the time comes, hundreds of years later, the truth of my actions will be judged by future generations."

Hai Siyuan waved the sword in his hand absentmindedly.

By this point in the conversation, he had already understood.

He felt a chill and said softly,

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for clearing my confusion, allowing an old soldier like me who only knows battlefields to also find clarity."

"In any case, all the sacrifices Your Majesty has made are for the greater good, necessary sacrifices that will benefit future generations."

"Can we not judge the Emperor’s actions and decisions until future generations sound the horn of counterattack for hundreds of years?"

The mistakes Emperor Yonghe is making now are not mistakes but necessary sacrifices for the greater good.

People today cannot judge him; we have to wait hundreds of years.

In Emperor Yonghe’s mind, he has a set of explanations that are logical and consistent, supporting his actions up to now.

He really didn’t lie.

He truly believes he is not wrong.

The more the old soldiers are disappointed in him and the people insult him, the more Emperor Yonghe indulges in his own thoughts, as he dares to bear this bad reputation.

Everything is part of a plan.

Hai Siyuan now feels completely lost; he starts to doubt whether if he were to kill the Emperor now, would he still believe he is right and remain stuck in his consistent theory.

If he does this, isn’t he actually doing himself a favor by killing Emperor Yonghe?

As a seasoned soldier who has fought for half his life, Hai Siyuan didn’t know how to deal with Emperor Yonghe in front of him. He felt invincible, unable to find a weakness, and all his strength went into punching a pile of cotton.

At this moment, a hoarse voice echoed in the Golden Luang Palace.

It was Hai Wuya.

"Your Majesty, I have a word." Hai Wuya, with his cloudy old eyes, stared straight at the king.

"If Your Majesty truly understands the consequences of being criticized as a bad ruler, if Your Majesty’s actions are really for the greater good.."

"The Great Yan Imperial Court is currently in a precarious situation."

"The court is imposing harsh policies and heavy taxes, causing unbearable suffering among the people. Every time there is a natural disaster, there is famine, and many houses in small towns are left empty."

"Furthermore, Inhuman Disasters are rampant, with inhumane acts happening openly in the bustling streets, leading to numerous casualties among the population, yet the Great Yan laws cannot punish the perpetrators."

"Up to now, Jiu Province has been facing internal and external troubles, with the people’s discontent rising."

"Since Your Majesty prioritizes the bigger picture and the well-being of the nation, I ask Your Majesty to sacrifice yourself today to appease the people’s anger." As he said this, Hai Wuya glanced at Yan Shenji, who was listening quietly, before continuing:

"If the court were to have a new monarch… even if they can’t completely turn things around, it’s unlikely to get worse."

"In this way, if the people’s grievances can be resolved, the glory of the Great Yan Imperial Court may be restored," Hai Wuya looked directly into Emperor Yonghe’s eyes and asked:

"I wonder, Your Majesty, if you are willing to sacrifice yourself for the country?"

Emperor Yonghe opened his mouth, but didn’t speak.

This was a question that Hai Wuya asked based on his reasoning and consideration of the bigger picture.

Emperor Yonghe couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear, because in response to Hai Wuya’s question, his heartfelt answer was…

He really didn’t want to die.

He especially didn’t want to be remembered as a weak ruler and die in this palace.

The thought of life and death was terrifying!

Emperor Yonghe’s lips quivered, he couldn’t give an answer.

If he answered truthfully, it would mean his set of reasons had collapsed logically.

If he really dared to bear the everlasting fame and have a far-sighted vision as he claimed, then he should die in the Golden Luang Temple today because it’s the "necessary sacrifice" he mentioned.

"I… cannot die yet." Emperor Yonghe finally glanced at Yan Shenji, sounding a bit urgent:

"Ancestor, I just don’t want to be the last emperor…"

Yan Shenji didn’t speak, he just let out a small sigh.

Through their conversation just now, he had a better understanding of what kind of person his descendant was, which made him couldn’t help but think back to the past when he was conquering the world three hundred years ago.

In front of Emperor Yonghe, his figure gradually merged with that of the great emperor from three hundred years ago.

"Pity the blood of heroes in the past, exchanged for the old world today."

Yan Shenji let out a long sigh, his expression turning cold as he said softly:

"Don’t listen to what he says, watch what he does… this Qiao Shuanggui’s gaze is sharp, he really hit the mark."

"Don’t worry, you won’t become the last emperor. There will be a new emperor after you pass away."

"Every choice has a price, every action has consequences, now it’s time for you to pay for your past mistakes."

Though he was old, he was not a kind-hearted person.

Yan Shenji was a crucial figure in the Great Yan Royal Family, but not the sole protector ensuring Emperor Yonghe’s safety.

Emperor Yonghe’s eyes widened, his pupils trembling with a sense of fear.

By his side, over two hundred elderly soldiers surrounded him tightly on this palace.

In front of the palace, thousands of defeated soldiers such as the Flying Fish Guard and the Imperial Guards looked on from afar.

The end.

Emperor Yonghe was abandoned by everyone.

The soldiers who had defended the Great Yan for forty years now raised their swords against this emperor.

Emperor Yan Shenji also abandoned him, declaring to him that he had turned the Great Yan Imperial Court into the same state as it was three hundred years ago.

Even in his own heart, he no longer had the firm beliefs to support himself.

The excuses Emperor Yonghe used to justify himself crumbled, leaving him with no more calmness in his heart, only fear of death.

"Today, Your Majesty, sacrifice yourself for the country!"

"Please Your Majesty, go see the hundred thousand martyrs who died in the desert!"

"For the greater good, Your Majesty, go to your death!"

With a wave of his hand, Hai Siyuan called out, and over two hundred old soldiers rushed forward.

One knife, two knives…

Blade after blade pierced Emperor Yonghe’s body, and blood gushed out.

The Golden Palace was where he held court every day. Today, it was crowded as usual, filled with people.

Alone and abandoned, Emperor Yonghe felt like his heart turned to ashes.

Emperor Yonghe fell in a pool of blood, slowly losing his breath, killed by the chaotic blades of the white-headed soldiers.

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