Starting with ten elixirs of immortality, I led the First Emperor to rebel against the Qin Dynasty.

But in the eyes of Zhao Huan, who possessed the greatest martial prowess in the world, it was as slow as a snail crawling.

"clang!"

The expected bloody scene of a head falling to the ground did not occur.

Meng Tian's deadly sword strike, imbued with all his strength, was firmly caught between two fingers.

Meng Tian felt an immense force on his wrist, a sharp pain in his hand, and his longsword was firmly held in place by his opponent. He exerted all his strength, but the sword was like a boulder, unable to move. He was horrified. He had fought on the battlefield for many years, and his martial arts were among the best in the Qin army. How could he be so easily subdued by this young man?

"Old Meng, calm down." Zhao Huan loosened his grip, letting Meng Tian sheathe his sword. "If I wanted to harm my father, would I need to go through all this trouble with poison? Do you think you can stop me?"

Meng Tian sheathed his sword and retreated, standing protectively in front of Ying Zheng, his face full of vigilance.

Zhao Huan ignored him, quickly walked to Ying Zheng's side, checked his pulse, and then looked at his eyelids before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"It's alright, it's alright, nothing's wrong." He patted his chest and turned to Meng Tian to explain, "Why are you so nervous? I gave my father an elixir of immortality, the kind that grants eternal life. It's like cleansing his marrow and removing impurities and toxins from his body. A normal person wouldn't have such a strong reaction after taking it."

At this point, Zhao Huan frowned, looking at Ying Zheng who was still dry heaving, full of confusion: "When I ate it, I just took a nap and woke up feeling refreshed. How come my father's reaction is like he's been poisoned? Vomiting black blood and passing metal..."

Zhao Huan turned to Meng Tian, ​​who remained vigilant, and asked.

"Old Meng, let me ask you, my father... he wouldn't have done what the First Emperor did, trying to achieve immortality by consuming those poisonous pills concocted by alchemists, would he?"

As the two were talking, Ying Zheng's dry heaving gradually stopped.

A warm current rose from his dantian, flowing through his limbs and bones, repairing his body, which had been depleted by years of overwork and elixirs. He could clearly feel that his five senses had become sharper, his breathing had become longer, and his whole body was filled with inexhaustible strength.

This is not an illusion. He, Ying Zheng, truly achieved immortality.

He slowly straightened up, his eyes, which had been slightly cloudy, were now clear as an abyss, unfathomable. Looking at Zhao Huan, the boy who claimed to be his son, a storm raged within him.

This child is no ordinary person.

Ying Zheng made a decision in his heart: although Zhao Huan was not his biological son, from now on, he would be.

"Huan'er," Ying Zheng's voice regained its composure, even becoming louder than before, "you just said that the alchemist was concocting poisonous pills, what's going on?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huan immediately perked up, moved a small stool over to Ying Zheng, and began his explanation of the science.

"Father, is there even a question? Those alchemists add large amounts of cinnabar, mercury, and lead powder when they refine elixirs. These are all heavy metals, and if ingested, they will slowly accumulate in the body, corroding the internal organs. You might feel mentally energized for a short time, but in the long run, you will inevitably die suddenly. The black blood and metal chunks you vomited are the toxins you ingested before."

He pointed to the pool of black blood on the ground that had begun to congeal.

"Father, if you don't believe me, you can catch a few chickens or rabbits and try it. Feed them the pills the alchemist made, and see how long they live. I guarantee they'll be dead in no time."

Ying Zheng felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this, and was filled with lingering fear.

If it weren't for today's extraordinary encounter, I would probably have been sent to the Yellow Springs by those sorcerers.

Suppressing his lingering fear and murderous intent, he continued, "Then... can you still refine this Longevity Pill?"

Zhao Huan shook his head, a perfectly timed look of reminiscence on his face.

"Father, I didn't make this. It was left to me by my teacher."

"Teacher?" Ying Zheng and Meng Tian both perked up their ears.

"Hmm." Zhao Huan nodded and began his charade, "When I was eight years old, by chance, I met a teacher who called himself 'The System.' He taught me for two years, everything from astronomy and geography to the study of things. This elixir of immortality, and the potatoes grown outside our village, were all left behind by him. When I was ten, the teacher said that our fate with each other had run its course, and then he drifted away and never appeared again."

This explanation is partly true and partly false. The system did come and went. Comparing him to a teacher is reasonable.

This statement, though partly true and partly false, resonated with Ying Zheng's suspicions.

Mysterious, powerful, able to glimpse the secrets of heaven, descending like an immortal, and departing like an immortal.

Ying Zheng was certain that this "system teacher" must be a reclusive master, or even an immortal.

Seeing his "father" deep in thought, Zhao Huan felt the time was ripe. He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and spoke with a serious yet excited expression.

"Father, now that you're back and healthier, and our family is quite well-off, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"What is it?" Ying Zheng asked.

Zhao Huan took a deep breath and said, "Father, let's rebel!"

"..."

yard.

Ying Zheng and Meng Tian, ​​two people with four eyes, stared intently at Zhao Huan, their expressions completely frozen.

Meng Tian's hand was already on the hilt of his sword, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

crazy!

This kid is absolutely insane!

He actually said he wanted to rebel in front of His Majesty!

Ying-Zhao-Zheng-Zheng's lips twitched, wondering if he had injured his ear during the detoxification process.

"What did you say?"

"I said, let's rebel!" Zhao Huan repeated, his tone even more excited.

"Whose rebellion are you going to rebel against?" Ying Zheng's voice was unreadable.

"Of course I'm not rebelling against the First Emperor!" Zhao Huan immediately retorted, afraid his father would misunderstand. "Father, please don't misunderstand, the person I admire most is the First Emperor!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng and Meng Tian were even more bewildered.

"His Majesty the First Emperor standardized writing, cart axles, and weights and measures, and led the northern expedition against the Xiongnu and the southern conquest of the Baiyue! What incredible achievements these are! Calling him the First Emperor of all time and the greatest emperor of all time is no exaggeration!" Zhao Huan spoke with great enthusiasm, looking every bit the die-hard fan.

As Ying Zheng listened to Zhao Huan praising his achievements, he was surprised that someone understood him so well. He unconsciously puffed out his chest, but his doubts only deepened.

"Then why did you rebel?"

Zhao Huan sighed.

"Father, the First Emperor was powerful, but he was still human, and humans die. The 'System' teacher once took me through the long river of time and let me see a corner of the future."

He stood up, mimicking the way he acted in his previous life with Douying Video, and paced back and forth:

"I once asked my teacher, 'Is there truly a power beyond mortals that controls destiny in the unseen realm?'"

"The teacher said yes."

"High mountains become deep valleys, and oceans turn into mulberry fields. The cycle of summer and winter, the rise and fall of nations. Ten years can witness the coming of spring and autumn, a hundred years can witness birth, aging, sickness, and death, a thousand years can lament the changing of dynasties, and ten thousand years can witness the shifting of stars. If mortals use the perspective of a single day to peer into the vastness of the universe over millions of years, are they not like frogs at the bottom of a well?"

These words shook Ying Zheng to his core. He hadn't believed them before, but now that he had achieved immortality, he did.

Han Fei had said something similar to him. Could it be that they had encountered the same teacher?

Zhao Huan secretly glanced at Ying Zheng and Meng Tian, ​​and nodded to himself upon seeing their shocked expressions.

The lyrics of "Nine Songs of the Sky" will surely captivate you all. Let's continue.

"I saw that after the First Emperor died, Zhao Gao altered the imperial edict, Fusu committed suicide, and Huhai ascended the throne. Then, he called a deer a horse, plunging the world into chaos and causing immense suffering for the people!"

"At that time, people like us with some wealth will be easy prey in other people's eyes. Besides, Father, you and I are both immortals. 'A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.' Rather than being swept up in the chaos of the world and at the mercy of others, let's take matters into our own hands, establish a new dynasty, and build a new one where we can live in peace!"

"When we succeed, Father, you become the emperor! I'll just be a carefree prince, wouldn't that be wonderful!"

As Ying Zheng processed this astonishing information, he subconsciously asked, "Don't you want to be emperor?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huan waved his hands repeatedly.

"Father, please don't! Become an emperor? Getting up earlier than the rooster and sleeping later than the dog, worrying about so many troublesome things every day, and having a bunch of people constantly trying to fool you. I wouldn't even be a dog!"

"..."

Ying Zheng fell silent. It seemed to make sense; it seemed he was indeed like that.

Seeing that Ying Zheng remained silent, Zhao Huan assumed he was still hesitating and took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, spreading it on the table.

The cloth bag was opened, revealing nine pills that emitted a faint fragrance.

"Father, my teacher only left me ten longevity pills. You just ate one, so here are the remaining nine for you!"

"From now on, when we recruit talent, if we find a top-tier confidant we can trust, we'll give them one. With this, how could we worry about not having people willing to risk their lives for us?"

Ying Zheng looked at the nine pills that could drive everyone in the world mad, casually placed on the stone table, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He picked one up and asked, "Such a divine object, why don't you offer it directly to the First Emperor?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huan was immediately enraged.

"Father, do you think I haven't tried? A few years ago, I took a pill and went to the Lantian County government office, hoping the magistrate would report it up the chain of command and present it to the First Emperor. And what happened? They thought I was a fraud, and without saying a word, they gave me twenty lashes and threw me out! If I hadn't run fast and had some martial arts skills, I probably would have been beaten to death!"

Upon hearing this, both Ying Zheng and Meng Tian were filled with murderous intent—the dignified magistrate of the Great Qin had almost beaten to death the true immortal of the Great Qin.

"From then on, I realized that seeing the First Emperor was harder than climbing to heaven. It's better to rely on myself than to depend on others!"

After hearing these words, Ying Zheng fell into a long silence.

Looking at his "good son" who wanted to drag him into "rebellion," he felt a mix of emotions.

He possessed extraordinary talent, elixirs of immortality, and extraordinary possessions, yet he was shut out by a mere county magistrate.

It's both laughable and pathetic.

Very well, since Huan'er wants to rebel, then I will join him in rebelling.

Perfect! Under the guise of "rebellion," I will expose all those unfathomable ideas in his mind, one by one, and transform my Great Qin into a true empire that lasts for ten thousand generations!

Ying Zheng picked up an elixir of immortality from the table and handed it to Meng Tian.

"Old Meng, you've followed me for so many years, always loyal. Take this one."