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

Sure enough, some members of the Mo family couldn't handle the shock.

"You brat! How dare you bully me like this!"

A burly, hot-tempered Mohist man roared and burst out of the crowd, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, whistling through the air as it slammed straight at Zhao Huan's face.

"Watch out!" Fusu exclaimed in alarm.

However, the next second, everyone saw it.

Zhao Huan neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but casually raised his right hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Zhao Huan casually caught the burly man's fist in his palm.

The burly man's face turned bright red. He used all his strength, but found that his fist was as if it were being pressed down by a mountain, and he couldn't move an inch.

Are this kid's hands made of iron?!

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Zhao Huan pursed his lips and flicked his wrist slightly.

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out.

"ah--!"

The burly man let out a piercing scream, fell to his knees, clutching his completely deformed wrist, writhing in pain.

The entire courtyard was silent except for the burly man's screams.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

They could all see that the burly man was a famous warrior among the disciples of the Mohist school, and that ordinary three or five people could not get close to him.

But how could he be crippled in a single exchange with this young man?

Mo Yuan's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Zhao Huan. The disdain and contempt on his face had vanished, replaced by deep fear and horror.

Zhao Huan clapped his hands as if he had done something insignificant, and resumed his smiling demeanor.

"Oh, I was just kidding, why did you take it seriously? I'm the kind of person who loves to kill, how could I kill someone so casually?"

As he spoke, he walked up to the burly man who was still screaming in pain and patted him on his other intact shoulder.

"See, isn't he much more obedient now?"

The burly man convulsed in pain, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Zhao Huan.

Zhao Huan stood up and looked around the room. Everyone whose gaze fell on him subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Now, is there anyone who still disagrees?"

No one answered.

"Very good." Zhao Huan nodded in satisfaction.

Knowing that military suppression alone is not enough, and that these tech geeks value technology most, we must completely crush them in their proudest field.

"Someone, bring me some wood and tools," Zhao Huan ordered.

Soon, the black-armored soldiers brought over a pile of high-quality timber and a complete set of tools.

Zhao Huan picked up his tools and, right before everyone's eyes, began to work. His movements were incredibly fast—saw, chisel, plane, and grind—flowing smoothly and effortlessly, leaving even a group of professionals dazzled.

In less than half an hour, a cube with an ingenious structure, made up of six different colored wooden blocks, took shape in his hands.

Zhao Huan was able to progress so quickly because he often made toys for Shi Tou and the others.

"What...what is this?" Gongshu Che couldn't help but ask, his gaze fixed on the cube, unable to look away.

As a master of mechanical arts, he could sense that the seemingly simple cube had an extremely complex internal structure.

"This thing is called a Rubik's Cube."

Zhao Huan casually spun the Rubik's Cube a few times, scrambling the originally neat six faces.

He held up the scrambled Rubik's Cube and said to everyone:

"I know you're still not convinced. That's okay, let's let our skills speak for themselves."

"Today, right here, all of you, whether from the Mohist school or the Gongshu school, whoever can restore this thing, I will not only make him the head of this Institute of Natural History, but I will also take him as my master!"

Upon hearing this, all the craftsmen's eyes lit up.

Especially for the Mohists and the Gongshu family, their pride was reignited.

A small wooden block, how could it possibly stump us?

Mo Yuan and Gongshu Che exchanged a glance, both seeing a strong sense of competition in each other's eyes.

"Alright! It's a deal!" Mo Yuan said in a deep voice.

Zhao Huan smiled and handed over the Rubik's Cube.

"Please."

Mo Yuan took the Rubik's Cube and immediately gathered around it with a group of Mo family disciples to begin studying it.

Gongshu Che and his followers also crowded around, craning their necks to see.

They quickly figured out how the Rubik's Cube worked, but when they tried to solve it, they found it was far more complicated than they thought.

Turn one side, and the other side becomes a mess. You finally manage to piece together one color, but the others become even more chaotic.

Time passed by, second by second.

An hour passed quickly.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the craftsmen in the courtyard. They surrounded the small Rubik's Cube, sometimes arguing fiercely, sometimes racking their brains, but they could not find a clue.

The Rubik's Cube, like an unsolvable maze, completely trapped these self-proclaimed master craftsmen.

Ying Zheng and Li Si stood aside, watching the group of craftsmen who were struggling with a small cube, and were very satisfied with Zhao Huan's methods.

It was only then that Fusu belatedly realized Zhao Huan's method of using both kindness and force.

Zhao Huan glanced at the sky and decided it was about time. He stepped forward and took the Rubik's Cube back from the defeated-looking Mo Yuan.

"What's wrong? Can't solve it?"

Mo Yuan blushed slightly, but stubbornly replied, "This thing has a strange structure. Give me some more time, and I'll definitely be able to solve it!"

"It will definitely be solved, in a day or a month?" Zhao Huan scoffed. "The dignified leader of the Mohist school wouldn't be so poor as to be unable to afford such a deal, would he?"

If I really give you time, and you actually manage to solve it, I'll lose face.

As he spoke, to everyone's astonishment, he began to rapidly spin the Rubik's Cube with both hands.

A series of dazzling clicking sounds were heard, and in less than a minute, the previously chaotic Rubik's Cube was restored to its original solid colors on all six sides.

The entire courtyard was completely silent.

All the craftsmen stared blankly at the flawless Rubik's Cube in Zhao Huan's hand.

Is that... all done?

Looking at the group of craftsmen before him, who seemed frozen in place, Zhao Huan chuckled inwardly.

To deal with these tech geeks, we need to use a "lower-dimensional" approach.

Mo Yuan's old face changed from red to white, and then from white to green, a truly spectacular sight.

His lifelong pride in his mechanical skills caused him to fall into deep self-doubt in the face of Zhao Huan's demonic face.

Gongshu Che's mouth gaped open, and he muttered to himself, "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible... How could all the steps of such a complex structural change be calculated in such a short time..."

Zhao Huan tossed the Rubik's Cube casually, breaking the silence.

"How about that? Now, who still has objections?"

This time, no one dared to utter a sound.

Those Mo family disciples who had been full of resentment before now all lowered their heads, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

However, Zhao Huan knew that mere intimidation was not enough.

You have to give someone a slap and then offer them a sweet treat.

Looking at this group of dejected tech elites, he cleared his throat and began his "pie-in-the-sky" speech.