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

"I know you look down on me, thinking I'm just a naive kid who knows how to play some tricks."

"You think your skills are the best in the world and that you shouldn't be led by someone like me."

The Mohists, the Gongshu family, and the alchemists remained silent, but their expressions showed that Zhao Huan had spoken their minds.

Zhao Huan abruptly changed the subject, his voice rising sharply.

"But let me tell you, the skills you're so proud of are, in my eyes, nothing more than worthless trifles!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan, Gongshu Che, and the others' expressions changed again, and the anger that had just been suppressed began to resurface.

Zhao Huan didn't give them a chance to retaliate, and continued, "What are those things you've built—catapults, siege ladders, mechanical birds…? They're nothing more than tools for attacking cities and capturing strongholds, killing more people. Or perhaps for building exquisite palaces and pavilions to please those kings, nobles, and generals."

"Is this all the knowledge you've acquired in your entire lives has amounted to?"

They wanted to refute it, but found themselves at a loss for words.

Because what Zhao Huan said was the truth.

Their skills were used either for war or for the powerful and wealthy.

"But if you follow me, I can enable you to do things you wouldn't even dare to dream of!"

Zhao Huan spread his arms wide, his eyes gleaming with excitement, like a pyramid scheme leader.

"Would you like to create a giant lantern that can carry people, like birds, soaring thousands of feet into the sky to see what's above the clouds?"

Fly into the sky?

Everyone was stunned, including Ying Zheng and Li Si.

This is simply a fantasy! How can a person possibly fly?

Zhao Huan ignored their shock and continued:

"Would you like to create a steel behemoth that doesn't need oxen or horses, but only requires boiling water to pull tens of thousands of kilograms of weight, traveling a thousand miles a day?"

A steel behemoth that can run away when water is boiled?

Mo Yuan and Gongshu Che's breathing became rapid. As masters of mechanical arts, they immediately realized what a magnificent creation it would be if such a thing truly existed!

"Would you like to create a fish made of iron that can carry people to the depths of great rivers, to see the underwater world, and swim with the fish and shrimp?"

Dive underwater?

Fusu's eyes widened as he recalled the Kun described in "Zhuangzi: Free and Easy Wandering," a giant fish that could transform into a Peng.

Could such a thing really be created in this world?

Zhao Huan's voice grew increasingly passionate and captivating.

"What you currently possess is merely the 'technique' level. What I am about to teach you is the 'Tao'! It is the investigation of things to attain knowledge, the ultimate truth that explores the laws governing the operation of all things!"

"Imagine your names being inscribed in history books, revered and celebrated by future generations, just like those of ancient sages such as Cangjie and Luban, because you created the 'hot air balloon' that allows humans to fly into the sky and the 'steam engine' that can travel thousands of miles a day!"

"By then, you will no longer be mere craftsmen being ordered around! You will be pioneers ushering in a new era! You will be 'scientists' whose names will be etched in history!"

Hot air balloon, steam engine, scientist.

These unheard-of words changed the atmosphere in the courtyard.

Especially the disciples of the Mohist and Gongshu families, whose eyes had been dull and lifeless, now had a renewed flame.

But it was no longer anger and defiance; instead, it was a flame called "desire" and "fervor."

What was the greatest pursuit of Mozi, Gongshu, and other renowned figures in the Qin Dynasty?

It's not about money or status, but about creating groundbreaking works that will ensure your name lives on forever!

The grand blueprint drawn by Zhao Huan precisely struck at their deepest desires.

This was more appealing to them than any promise of money or power.

"Can...can we really do this?"

A young disciple of the Gongshu family asked in a trembling voice, his face filled with excitement and disbelief.

"Of course!" Zhao Huan smiled with satisfaction, looking at the crowd whose emotions he had completely stirred. He answered decisively, "As long as you are willing to learn and willing to do, I guarantee that everything you hear today will come true!"

Looking at "Old Man" and Li Si next to him, they were all in shock.

Ying Zheng's heart pounded violently in his chest.

Fly! Burrow underground! Enter the sea!

Huan'er actually said that these scenes, which only exist in myths and legends, can be achieved by human effort?

If... if all of this were true...

Then the Great Qin will not only be the ruler of the world! The Great Qin will become a kingdom of gods on earth!

Looking at Zhao Huan, I thought I had paid enough attention to Huan'er, but now it seems that it was far from enough.

Li Si's mind was racing. He couldn't even imagine what the world would be like after those "steam engines" and "hot air balloons" appeared.

War, agriculture, transportation... everything will be completely overturned!

"We are ready to serve you, young master!"

Gongshu Che came to his senses and knelt down with a thud, performing a full prostration to Zhao Huan, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Our Mohist school is also willing to follow you, young master, and create a great undertaking unprecedented in history!"

Mo Yuan also bowed deeply, his stubborn face now filled with heartfelt admiration and fervor.

The Mohist disciples behind him also bowed in unison.

"We are willing to die for our lord!"

Looking at the crowd who had been completely fooled by him, Zhao Huan felt extremely smug.

Get it!

He cleared his throat, ready to strike while the iron was hot and assign them specific tasks.

But when he turned around and saw his father and Butler Li still standing there, he felt something was amiss.

Let them stand there and watch you have a meeting with a group of craftsmen, not knowing how long it will last or what will happen when they get tired.

So he immediately put on the expression of a dutiful son and ran to Ying Zheng's side.

"Father, Steward Li, Old Meng, Old Bai, and Brother, you must be tired from your journey. Why don't you go to the room next door to rest for a while? I need to talk to them about something, it'll be quick."

A warm feeling welled up in Ying Zheng's heart.

This child, though acting irrationally, is truly filial to me.

However, how could he possibly miss out on the good show that was about to begin?

gunpowder!

This is what he cares about most today.

"It's alright." Ying Zheng waved his hand gently. "We are father and son as one. Your business is my business. We'll stay here and keep an eye on things for you."

"That's right, that's right," Meng Tian echoed. "Young master, just say the word, and we'll be your guards."

Zhao Huan was quite moved when he heard this.

Look how great and cohesive my dad's team is.

"Alright then." Zhao Huan didn't insist any further and had someone bring over a few stools. "Then you can sit here and rest for a while."