Tang Dynasty: Starting with 3,000 elite cavalry, a bloody battle to retake the city.

"Father!" She looked up abruptly, her face flushed. "This is too fast..."

"Quickly?" Li Jing sneered. "Have you forgotten? Regardless of whether Han Ye is the Ghost-Faced General or not, he's no ordinary person! This kind of person is destined to soar to great heights! If you don't hurry now, once he's taken flight and become someone else's lover, it'll be too late for you to cry!"

Li Yingge was stunned.

She looked at her father and suddenly realized that his evaluation of Han Ye was ridiculously high!

What's even stranger is that the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice made it seem like he couldn't wait to send her to the Han family's door with drums and gongs!

Her heart skipped a beat.

Actually... she stopped resisting it a long time ago.

In fact, she had already secretly reserved a place for that person in her heart.

But she is a female general, a person who kills enemies on the battlefield, wearing armor and wielding a blade. How could she possibly say "I am willing to marry"?

It's as difficult as climbing to heaven.

After a long silence, she slowly lowered her head, her fingertips digging into her palm, and with all her might, she squeezed out a sentence:

"Daughter... I'll leave everything to your father."

"Hahaha!" Li Jing's face instantly lit up with a smile, and he slammed his hand on the table, standing up abruptly. "Alright! Leave it to me, I'll take care of it!"

He waved his hand, and Li Yingge, overcome with shame, turned and fled as if escaping.

"Miss..." The servants in the corridor bowed, but before they could finish speaking, they all froze.

Today, this decisive and ruthless young general actually blushed?!

"Oh my god... am I seeing things?"

"The young lady is shy?! This is the first time since the founding of the country!"

"Quickly write this down; this is definitely going to be discussed at the family dinner tonight!"

Li Jing was left alone in the hall, watching his daughter's retreating figure and shaking his head helplessly.

"She used to say things like 'I'll never marry Han Ye'..." he muttered to himself, "but now, the mere mention of marriage makes her blush like a boiled shrimp—ha, daughters grow up and leave home, no matter how hard you try to keep them..."

He sighed, turning his gaze towards Han Ye's courtyard, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if a thousand thoughts were churning within them.

"Han Ye, oh Han Ye... thank goodness you're not the Ghost-Faced General."

otherwise……

Once you rise to power, wield military authority, and become famous throughout the world, how can my Li family's meager foundation possibly restrain you?

He gave a self-deprecating laugh, shook his head, and finally fell silent.

And even if he really is that kind of person—so what?

Li Jing's lips curled up, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

The most important thing right now is to finalize the marriage between Li Yingge and Han Ye! Once they are married and their status is confirmed, the betrothal letter will be announced to the world!

At that time, no matter who Han Ye was before, or what secrets he harbored... once he rises to prominence and soars to the heavens—

Then it wouldn't just be him who prospered.

The entire Li family will rise to prominence by taking advantage of this opportunity! Glory and glory are just around the corner!

Thinking of this, Li Jing's heart burned with excitement, and his steps became lighter. He practically walked towards Han Ye's courtyard, laughing loudly as he went, "Son-in-law! Son-in-law—"

The sound was so loud that the sparrows under the eaves fluttered up and took flight.

Meanwhile, deep within the courtyard, Han Ye sat cross-legged on a stone bench, flicking his finger to send Xiao Tuan away.

His mind sank, and he instantly entered the system.

[Ding! Unclaimed reward detected. Please confirm whether you wish to accept it.]

The cold, mechanical voice exploded in my mind.

"Receive!" Han Ye's eyes narrowed, and he didn't hesitate.

boom--!

In an instant, my consciousness was struck as if by lightning, and a torrent of information rushed in!

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for slaying Khan Jieli on the banks of the Wei River, forcing back the Turkic cavalry, and achieving a feat that shakes the land! Reward: 1 bag of [Gene-Based Rice Seeds]!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on successfully breaking through the Turkic pursuit! You displayed unparalleled resourcefulness on the brink of death! Reward: [Limitless Eight Trigrams Killing Formation] x1 set (including complete formation instructions and command commands)!]

[Ding! The system has detected hidden ailments, unhealed old injuries, and a deficiency of qi and blood within the host's body. The system has automatically repaired the deep-seated ailments; the remaining external injuries require self-care and recovery.]

hum!

A series of notification sounds exploded one after another, like the beating of heavenly drums.

Immediately afterwards, a massive amount of inheritance poured in like a galaxy, directly flooding into the sea of ​​consciousness!

Once the 【Wuji Bagua Killing Formation】 entered his mind, it transformed into a series of battlefield scenes with fluttering battle flags and gleaming swords—the eight gates interacting, the five elements flowing, infantry and cavalry coordinating, the interplay of the orthodox and the unorthodox… every move was crystal clear, as if he had personally practiced it hundreds of times!

At the same time, the hidden ailments that had been lurking deep within the body's meridians for many years were quietly soothed, and the internal organs were reborn. Only a few serious injuries to the skin and flesh had not yet healed and were still faintly painful.

However, this is already quite shocking.

What made his pupils shrink even more was—

In the inventory, a bag of rice seeds, gleaming with a faint golden light, lay quietly.

"Genetically modified rice?" Han Ye frowned slightly. "What can this thing do?"

The system responded coldly: "[Genetically modified rice, specially bred to optimize the climate and soil of the Tang Dynasty.]"

It is drought-resistant and cold-resistant, matures in March, and yields over 3,000 jin per mu, making it suitable for large-scale cultivation.

Han Ye paused, his breath catching in his throat.

This is not just saving one person, it's saving millions!

But he did not act rashly, thinking to himself: first try planting one acre, and then decide on the next steps based on the results.

But before he could even recover—

[Ding-dong! A new review request is pending!]

[Ding-dong! A new review request is pending!]

[Ding-dong! A new review request is pending!]

Three consecutive prompts, urgent as the tolling of a bell!

Han Ye's heart tightened, and he immediately clicked on the review interface.

In an instant, information flooded in like a tidal wave—

[Hua Tuo, the Divine Physician of the Han Dynasty] has applied for reincarnation. Please approve!

[Their pre-death memories were detected to be intact. The following inherited knowledge can be extracted: [Hua Tuo's Medical Skills] (including the formula for Mafeisan, the true transmission of the Five Animal Frolics, and fragments of a craniotomy manual). Absorb?]

[Master of the Mohist School, Grandmaster of Han Soul Mechanics] Requests reincarnation, please approve!

[Detected the residual wisdom of his life; the following inheritance can be extracted: [Mo Family Mechanical Arts] (covering puppet mechanisms, city defense crossbows, and kite blueprints). Absorb?]

Han Ye's eyes suddenly lit up!

Medical skills? Mechanical skills?!

This is not just a legacy, it's two bridges to heaven!

One can save lives in an instant, the other can create powerful weapons to change the world!

Without hesitation, he slammed his finger down: "Accept all! Approved!"

click!

The moment he clicked "complete," two aged figures appeared deep within his consciousness.

One with a white beard reaching his chest, holding a medicine pouch, was none other than Hua Tuo, the legendary physician of all time; the other, clad in black robes, with cunning eyes, was none other than the leader of the Mohist school!

The two men clasped their hands in unison, bowed deeply, and their voices echoed like the distant tolling of an ancient bell.

"Thank you, Lord Yama, for granting us the path to return to the mortal realm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a stream of light and vanished into nothingness.

Han Ye froze.

"……Yama?"

He looked completely bewildered, his mind a jumble of questions.

When did I become the leader of the underworld? How come I didn't even know it?!

But before he could even sort out his thoughts—

boom!!!

Two more massive memories crashed into my mind like a tsunami!

The Medical Skills of Hua Tuo!

Acupuncture meridian chart unfolded before his eyes, each acupoint pulsating like a heartbeat; the steps of refining Mafeisan (a type of anesthetic) were clearly visible; even the legendary method of craniotomy for treating diseases slowly emerged...

Mohist Mechanical Arts!

The sound of gears meshing seemed to ring in one's ears, the bronze kite spread its wings as if about to take flight, the chain crossbow mechanism disintegrated layer by layer, and the blueprint for a series of siege mega-machines was slowly unfolded!

"hiss--!"

Han Ye suddenly clutched his head, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Too many! Too powerful! These memories, which did not originally belong to him, were now forcibly integrated into the depths of his soul, as if his past and present lives had all been unified!

In just a moment—

He was no longer that down-on-his-luck boy who only knew how to run for his life.

Rather, they are the ones who hold the true key to this era.

Completely master the medical classics that Hua Tuo spent his entire life comprehending!

The mechanical arts wielded by the leader of the Mohist school were even more astonishing—

One after another, ingeniously crafted mechanical diagrams and one after another, mind-blowing and ingenious creations poured into Han Ye's sea of ​​consciousness like a galaxy!

With the inheritance settled and countless secrets converged in one mind, Han Ye couldn't help but sigh deeply:

"The Mohist mechanical arts... truly are boundless and profound!"

After mastering this heaven-defying inheritance, his pupils dilated slightly, and he suddenly realized—

If all the mechanical skills of the Mohists were put into the army, the combat power of the Tang Dynasty's iron cavalry would leap forward by more than ten years!

What's infuriating is that the Mohists lived in seclusion, refusing to enter the court, so even if the court had ambitions, it had no way to recruit them.

As he sighed, Han Ye brought up the system interface and carefully studied its functions.

Upon seeing this, I almost jumped out of bed—

He actually became the new King Yama, capable of judging reincarnation and ruling the underworld?!

The underworld originally had nine Yama Kings guarding the cycle of reincarnation, but now he has suddenly appeared and become the tenth Yama King!

Despite bearing the title of "King Yama," he is actually the least senior and has the least power. He doesn't even have a proper set of judges, and his status is comparable to that of a temporary worker in the underworld.

Their duties are clear: to review the reincarnations of the dead and maintain order in the underworld.

But Han Ye rolled his eyes.

He was thriving in the mortal world, so why would he bother with all the messy affairs of the underworld?

We haven't even figured out how to deal with the living, yet we're already worrying about how the dead are reincarnated?

"Son-in-law! Son-in-law—"

A loud shout from outside the courtyard interrupted my thoughts.

The voice was very familiar; it was Li Jing.

Han Ye was stunned, completely bewildered.

Son-in-law? Whose son-in-law?

"son in law!"

The footsteps grew louder as they approached, and then, with a bang, the door was pushed open.

Li Jing strode in, his face flushed, grinning as if he had found a gold ingot, staring intently at Han Ye on the bed.

Han Ye's face immediately darkened.

The son-in-law this old man is calling out to, could it be... himself?!

His lips twitched, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on his face, and he forced a bow, saying, "Uncle Li."

As he spoke, he tried to straighten up and bow.

Li Jing immediately rushed over and grabbed his shoulders: "Lie down! Lie down properly! I heard you caught a cold and are feeling weak, why are you giving me these empty formalities!"

Han Ye didn't stand on ceremony and lay down.

Li Jing, on the contrary, was considerate and personally poured a glass of warm water for him.

Han Ye took a sip, his brows furrowing slightly. "Uncle Li, why did you call me so urgently? Is something wrong?"

Before he could finish speaking, the joy on Li Jing's face vanished abruptly, and he let out a long sigh:

"Han Ye... Qin Shubao is gone."

He died on the battlefield.

Han Ye's heart sank.

Qin Qiong? That renowned general, who once commanded respect throughout the land, has fallen on the frontier?!

"Do you know what he couldn't let go of most before he died?" Li Jing asked, his gaze deep.

Han Ye shook his head.

Li Jing slapped his thigh, his tone suddenly rising: "No grandson to hold! Is the Qin family's vast empire destined to end with him?!"

He paused, then said softly, "I'm almost in my grave myself, and I only have one daughter, Li Yingge... I don't ask for grandchildren around me, I only hope that she can find a good husband for the rest of her life."

As he said this, he looked at Han Ye with a complicated expression, like a worried father.