Don't be fooled by Yan Lingji's flames, which surrounded the Qin delegation's convoy.
They seemed to be raging and terrifyingly hot.
In reality, while these flames did possess a certain destructive power, to true experts, they were merely a facade.
Unfortunately, Li Si, as the deputy envoy of the delegation, had no martial arts skills, and coupled with being attacked in a hurry, he was worried about Ying An's safety.
In his panic, it was possible that Yan Lingji's almost blustering flames could not trap the Great Qin elites at all.
Inside the most luxurious and largest carriage of the Qin delegation.
A look of surprise flashed across Ying An's face, then a mysterious smile quickly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I didn't expect things to be such a coincidence!"
Even without his soul leaving his body, Ying An's cultivation as a Ghost Immortal was enough for him to perceive everything around him in an instant.
When he sensed the Baiyue Celestial Group hidden in the distance, Ying An quickly understood that, if nothing unexpected happened, his sudden appearance had likely prevented the Qin envoy, who would have died at the hands of the Baiyue Celestial Group, from appearing at all.
This mission, from beginning to end, had only consisted of Ying An and Li Si as a team.
This also led to the fact that the Baiyue Celestial Group's goal of harming Han, putting the blame for killing the Qin envoy on Han, and instigating a war between the two nations, could only fall upon Ying An and his group.
"Baiyue Witchcraft!"
Feeling Yan Lingji's flames, the Black and White Shao Siming immediately blurted out, instantly revealing the origin of this secret art.
Ying An heard this and asked curiously, "Your Yinyang Family is so familiar with Baiyue witchcraft?"
Although the Black and White Shao Siming had just offered incense and faith to Ying An by worshipping him, allowing him to see their memories completely.
But the sisters' life experiences were vast.
While suppressing his own soul from the impact of powerful information, Ying An could only skim through the Black and White Sisters' memories like a fleeting glance.
Naturally, he was not as familiar with the details of their memories as they were.
"After our Yinyang Family and the Daoist Family split, we once went through a period of decline.
To temporarily avoid the sharpness of the Daoist Family, our ancestors had to hide their tracks, and several predecessors had exchanges with Baiyue.
They integrated Baiyue witchcraft into Yinyang Arts, forging a path completely different from the Daoist Family!" the Black and White Sisters explained.
He nodded noncommittally.
On this point, Ying An had actually noticed something as well.
After all, many of the Yinyang Family's methods mysteriously overlapped with Baiyue witchcraft.
However, these Yinyang Arts that overlapped with Baiyue witchcraft were more like products of the Yinyang Family's predecessors adapting Baiyue witchcraft.
The primary method of inheritance for Baiyue witchcraft was through generations of bloodline transmission.
For example, Yan Lingji was a witch of Baiyue.
Yinyang Arts, however, did not care so much about bloodline; even those unrelated to Baiyue could master similar techniques through their own cultivation.
Undoubtedly, the latter had a much lower threshold than the former.
Baiyue witchcraft could only ever be mastered by a select few, while the Yinyang Arts of the Yinyang Family could be widely disseminated.
This was also a common problem among the Hundred Schools of Thought; they spared no effort to promote their own doctrines.
Powerful methods were undoubtedly the best way to attract more people.
It should be noted that in this era, even the Confucian school was not the weak, unarmed scholars of the future; if it came to a real fight, the Confucian school could even rank among the top among the Hundred Schools of Thought.
"Prince!" After explaining the origins of Baiyue witchcraft and Yinyang Arts, the Black and White Sisters said in unison, "Do you need us sisters to take action and kill these guys who intend to harm the Prince?"
Regarding the loyalty of the Black and White Sisters, Ying An gave the sisters a look of approval, then shook his head and said, "Your Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower Stream, each time it is used, causes irreversible damage to the soul.
Before your souls recover, it's best not to act!"
His words, however, caused both Black and White Sisters to be stunned.
Soul recovery?
This was something the Black and White Sisters had never dared to dream of before; even joining Ying An was merely to gain an opportunity to quietly await Death's arrival, rather than following in the footsteps of their predecessors and dying at the hands of the next Little Si Ming.
But if their souls could truly recover, wouldn't that mean they could escape the fate of previous Little Si Mings?
Without giving the Black and White Sisters any chance to react, Ying An, after stopping the Black and White Shao Siming from volunteering, gently clasped his hands in front of him, forming a mysterious hand seal that even the Black and White Sisters could not fathom.
The next moment, around the carriage, which was now protected by more and more Qin Army elites, a verdant aura appeared out of thin air from the ground.
In just a blink of an eye, it grew into a large tree with a trunk as thick as a bowl.
Tian Ze, controlling six flying snake-headed bone chains, had not even reached the vicinity of the carriage when he was met head-on by an overwhelming surge of vegetation that swept towards him.
"This is… witchcraft? No! That's not right! This is the Yinyang Arts of the Central Plains' Yinyang Family!"
In a flash, after discerning that the vegetation sweeping towards him was not the Baiyue witchcraft he was familiar with, but rather the Yinyang Arts of the Central Plains' Yinyang Family, Tian Ze immediately stopped in his tracks.
Tian Ze, who had suffered a great loss at Bai Yifei's hands and had even been imprisoned for more than ten years, was now extremely cautious and wary of these unfamiliar Central Plains methods.
Unfortunately, while Tian Ze stopped his movements, Ying An did not.
Feeling that Tian Ze seemed to be intimidated by him, Ying An curved his lips into a slight smile. The hand seal in front of him subtly changed.
A tender sprout instantly broke through the ground, its delicate branches becoming incredibly tough in an instant. Under Tian Ze's disbelieving gaze, this tender sprout grew into a ferocious wooden dragon in an extremely short period of time.
The wooden dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, opening its large mouth and ferociously tearing towards Tian Ze.
Seeing this, Tian Ze dared not confront it directly. Six chains firmly protected him, sealing off all directions that could cause him harm, and his body rapidly retreated.
The wooden dragon relentlessly pursued Tian Ze amidst the roaring sound of the ground shaking.
"What in the world is this thing?!" Tian Ze retreated towards Yan Lingji while loudly saying, "Yan Lingji!! Burn this thing for me!!"
Even while continuously activating her flame witchcraft without regard for consumption, Yan Lingji still allocated some of her energy to monitor Tian Ze's movements.
Realizing that Tian Ze was being chased by a wooden dragon, Yan Lingji, at the same moment Tian Ze's voice reached her, flung a fiery spirit hairpin burning with intense flames towards the wooden dragon.
Thud!
The fiery spirit hairpin instantly penetrated deep into the wood, almost two-thirds of it embedded within the wooden dragon.
Terrifying flames burned rapidly, but the speed of Yan Lingji's flames simply could not keep up with the wooden dragon's self-growth and repair speed.
Aside from causing a constantly expanding and shrinking charred mark on the wooden dragon's body, it failed to create even a momentary obstruction to the wooden dragon!