: When the flower blooms, I want the wind to cease and the rain to stop!

Nangong Pushe, who was used to life and death and was not a Qin person, was also deeply moved by the scene, and his eyes welled up with tears.

"To sacrifice one's life for one's country, to face death without fear."

Ying Changqing looked at the dark clouds in the sky and the incessant rain, and sighed.

He suddenly smiled, reached out and touched Nüying's head, then released her from his arms.

"I swear that as long as I am here today, the Wei River will not overflow and they will not die."

Ehuang, Nüying, and Nangong Pushe all looked over, and Ying Changqing turned and walked towards the Wei River.

"Senior Bei Mingzi, please help me!"

Ying Changqing spoke to the air.

"Your Highness, are you really going to do this?"

"If we actually take action, we'll definitely fail, and it will weaken both of us."

"What will we do with Li Yang's assassins then?"

The old Taoist priest sighed and suddenly appeared in front of Ying Changqing.

Mencius said: "Fate cannot be changed, so one should follow the right path. Therefore, those who understand fate will not stand in dangerous places."

"A virtuous person would not save people; I understand this better than the Taoist priest."

As Ying Changqing spoke, he continued walking, and Bei Mingzi asked him curiously.

"If that's the case, why are you still moving forward?"

Ying Changqing did not reply.

The heavy rain continued without stopping.

Lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, tearing through the dark clouds.

When Ying Changqing stopped, the Wei River, the largest tributary of the Yellow River, was in front of him.

Due to the heavy rain, the Wei River has risen significantly, with the water level several meters higher than usual.

The giant waves, like angry dragons, roared as they crashed against the dam.

The dam was reinforced by hundreds of farmers with their lives, but it was no match for the impact of the giant waves.

The dam is about to collapse.

All the people's efforts were wasted.

Behind Ying Changqing, more than four hundred Qin citizens surrounded him, shouting, "Your Highness, run! The dam is about to collapse!"

"Your status is so high, there's no need for you to die with us. You have more important things to do."

"Even if a few hundred farmers die in the Qin Dynasty, it will only mean a slight decrease in grain production."

"But the war between the six states is not yet over, and Qin has not yet unified the country. You are one of the few remaining princes of the royal family; you absolutely cannot die!"

The village chief was so anxious that his voice became hoarse, and he stared intently at Ying Changqing, shouting loudly.

The crowd desperately tried to stop him, otherwise he would have already disregarded the proper etiquette between ruler and subject, rushed onto the dam, and forced Ying Changqing to leave.

Ying Changqing turned around and looked at the people in front of him who were dressed in coarse cloth.

Despite the heavy rain, they were still covered in mud.

Even after putting down the heavy load, his body was still bent over because he had been carrying sand and gravel for too long.

But his eyes were resolute, and he was not afraid of death.

These men of Qin deserve respect.

"People as loyal and brave as you are the good fortune of Qin, and the reason why the Qin army is invincible."

"Today, you will not die; everyone will live."

Ying Changqing spoke in a serious tone.

Those present did not know what his method was, but they all believed in this young general.

At this moment, Ying Changqing turned his head and looked at Bei Mingzi, who had a suspicious expression on his face.

"Senior Bei Mingzi."

"The Daoist patriarch Lao Tzu said: 'Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things like dogs.' I disagree!"

Ying Changqing suddenly raised his voice and pointed at the four or five hundred soldiers.

They faced death without fear, yet they frequently looked back at their wives, children, and elderly relatives who were evacuating from the mountainside in the distance, their eyes filled with longing.

Ying Changqing saw through their intentions.

He longed to survive, but chose to sacrifice himself for his family and the people of Qin.

"They gave everything, even their lives, but did not receive the reward they deserved."

"No, this shouldn't be!"

"The world shouldn't be like this, at least not the Qin Dynasty!"

"If water doesn't flow downhill, how can it cultivate virtue? If sunlight doesn't shine into the shadows, how can it bring warmth?"

"Therefore, I implore Senior Bei Mingzi to lend me your full assistance!"

Bei Mingzi was struck dumb, frozen in place.

His cultivation bottleneck, which had persisted for nearly a century, suddenly loosened at this moment.

Water must flow downhill to nourish all things, and the sun must shine on the dark to bring warmth.

Kindness must reach the most painful places so that those who suffer can learn kindness.

The sun must illuminate the darkest corners so that those in darkness can bring warmth to others.

"I was wrong; I was stubbornly clinging to my delusions."

Bei Mingzi stared at Ying Changqing in the heavy rain.

Behind him flowed the majestic Wei River, and beneath his feet stood a defensive line built by ordinary people using simple dikes.

"Boom!"

Another clap of thunder sounded, and the rain intensified.

Bei Mingzi suddenly realized something.

He solemnly bowed to Ying Changqing.

"Thank you for your guidance, Your Highness. I understand now. I never imagined I would break through to the eighth realm in my lifetime!"

"Can you help me, senior?"

Ying Changqing asked directly.

Bei Mingzi immediately agreed: "You possess the virtue of a sage, so of course I cannot stand idly by!"

Ying Changqing then smiled.

He was helpless in the face of this natural disaster.

Although he controlled the laws of water, without Bei Mingzi's internal strength, he was unable to tame the raging Wei River.

"Your Highness, is there anything you need to do?"

Ying Changqing shook his head and looked at the sky.

The rain is still falling.

"There's no need for you to take action now, senior. I'll break through this sky first."

"It only makes sense if the rain stops first!"

After saying that, the Qiu Li sword flew out from Ehuang's waist and landed in Ying Changqing's hand.

At the same time, his other hand glowed with a pale purple light, and an invisible purple energy blade appeared in his palm.

Ying Changqing combined the Zhutian Sword and the Qiuli Sword into one, and the sword was immediately wrapped in a faint purple invisible sword aura.

He then took out a crystal ball from his pocket.

Inside the sphere, stars swirled and shimmered, their light flashing intensely for a moment.

A beam of pale blue starlight pierced through the thick clouds and descended from the sky, shining on Ying Changqing.

Ying Changqing's aura suddenly intensified.

The purple aura on the Qiu Li Sword was ignited, boiling like flames.

Countless almost invisible purple energy blades appeared around Ying Changqing, covering the entire sky.

This scene can be seen from a high altitude.

These purple energy blades converged into a budding purple lotus, surrounding Ying Changqing.

Having absorbed the power of the Yin-Yang School's supreme treasure, the Illusionary Falling Star River, Ying Changqing's cultivation level is now immeasurable.

He held nothing back, transforming all his power into three thousand pale purple energy blades.

These air blades are almost invisible, but extremely powerful.

Everyone present was shocked by Ying Changqing's strength.

The common people, the Ehuang and Nüying sisters, Nangong Pushe, and Beimingzi were all dumbfounded.

These are indeed three thousand flying swords, and they were made using the art of Yin and Yang.

He consumed far more true energy than he could simultaneously control three thousand physical flying swords.

What level of skill is this?

Ehuang, Nüying, and Nangong Pushe stared at Ying Changqing's retreating figure, too shocked to speak.

Seeing this from a distance, Zhao Xuansu was so frightened that her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground.

"Is this Ying Changqing's strength?"

"Run!"

"This has nothing to do with me. I must leave immediately and never see him again."

Zhao Xuansu looked at Ying Changqing with fear in her eyes, her previous arrogance completely gone.

He completely abandoned his plan to assassinate Ying Changqing and only wanted to escape back to Liyang and Longhu Mountain!

I never want to see Ying Changqing again in my life.

Ying Changqing's powerful aura filled him with fear, a fear that was deeply etched into his heart.

Zhao Xuansu tried to stand up, but her legs were weak and she couldn't muster any strength.

He fell to the ground again.