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

The old man had white hair and beard, wore coarse linen clothes, and sat motionless with his eyes closed, yet he resembled a lurking tiger.

If any former members of the six kingdoms were here, they would surely be terrified.

This man was none other than Bai Qi, the Qin general who massacred 400,000 Zhao soldiers and struck fear into the hearts of the world!

He did not die in Duyu, but was secretly preserved by King Zhaoxiang as the last trump card and guardian of Qin, passed down from generation to generation, and only the kings of Qin knew of his existence.

Sensing someone enter, Bai Qi slowly opened his eyes.

Due to his advanced age, Bai Qi's eyes looked somewhat cloudy, but deep within them still lay the murderous aura forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Your Majesty." Bai Qi rose and bowed.

Ying Zheng walked to the center of the secret chamber, inserted the torch in his hand into the candlestick on the wall, and closed the heavy stone door.

"Lord Wu'an, I have come today to tell you a strange story."

Bai Qi did not press further, waiting for Ying Zheng to continue.

"I have attained immortality."

When Ying Zheng uttered those five words, the air in the secret chamber seemed to freeze.

Bai Qi's cloudy pupils contracted, and his withered body twitched slightly—his biggest reaction in decades.

Immortality?

He followed King Zhaoxiang in his campaigns throughout his life, killing countless people, and never believed in ghosts or gods. He only believed in the sword in his hand and the iron cavalry under his command.

But these words came from the mouth of the King of Qin, Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng ignored Bai Qi's shock; he needed to confide in someone and tell them everything that had happened that day.

"Today, I traveled incognito to Lantian County."

Ying Zheng's voice echoed in the secret chamber as he recounted what he had seen and heard in Zhao Family Village.

"There, I met an eighteen-year-old boy named Zhao Huan. He mistook me for his father, Zhao Zheng, who had been away on business for many years."

"I wanted to explain, but his enthusiasm made me speechless. More importantly, I wanted to see what was so special about him."

"He led me into the courtyard and cooked for me. I had never seen the dishes he made before. He castrated the pig and made braised pork that had no fishy smell at all, and was fatty but not greasy. He also brought out a crop called potatoes, which could yield up to three thousand catties per mu."

When Bai Qi heard that "the pork has no fishy or gamey smell and yields 3,000 catties per mu," his breath hitched for a beat.

Both of them knew perfectly well what the Great Qin meant.

"After the meal, he served me a bowl of soup. After drinking it, I vomited out the toxic substances that had accumulated in my body for many years, and my body recovered to its peak condition. He had put an elixir of immortality in that soup."

Ying Zheng's narration was plain, but to Bai Qi, it was no less than a thunderclap.

"He said he had a teacher who called himself 'the System.' This teacher taught him for two years, left behind immortality pills and potatoes, and then disappeared."

"Huan'er also said that his teacher had taken him to see the long river of time and the future. After the First Emperor died, the land was divided, and Zhao Gao would tamper with my edict, force Fusu to commit suicide, and install Huhai on the throne. Then, he would point at a deer and call it a horse, and the world would be in chaos, and the people would suffer."

Bai Qi's body trembled violently, and the dormant killing intent uncontrollably dissipated, causing the temperature in the secret room to drop several degrees.

He followed King Zhaoxiang throughout his life, fighting countless battles and killing countless people, all for the sake of the eternal foundation of the Qin Dynasty.

But now, the King of Qin tells him that after his death, Qin will perish after only two generations.

"Your Majesty, these words..." Bai Qi's voice was hoarse. He wanted to say it was absurd, but looking at Ying Zheng's face, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"You find it absurd too?" Ying Zheng chuckled self-deprecatingly. "When I first heard it, I also found it absurd. But the elixir of immortality is real. And the potatoes that yield three thousand catties per mu are also real."

"He has no idea that I am the First Emperor of the Qin Dynasty."

Bai Qi asked, "How skilled is this young man in martial arts?"

"Meng Tian couldn't withstand a single move from him," Ying-Zhao Zheng-Zheng replied calmly. "His sword was caught between two of his fingers."

A look of horror appeared in Bai Qi's cloudy pupils.

He was well aware of Meng Tian's martial prowess. He was one of the top five fierce generals in the Qin army.

"He took out the remaining nine longevity pills and gave them all to me." Ying Zheng spread his hands, as if the pills were still in his palm. "He said, 'Father, take these. In the future, when we recruit talented people for our trusted confidants, will we still have to worry about who will be willing to risk their lives for us?'"

"He wants to drag me into a rebellion against me."

He said that the First Emperor was a great emperor of all time, but he would die. After his death, the world would be in chaos, and he only wanted to be a carefree prince and live a peaceful life.

He also said, "I wouldn't even be an emperor's dog."

Even Bai Qi, whose heart was as hard as stone, showed a strange expression upon hearing this, becoming increasingly curious about Zhao Huan.

Throughout his life, he witnessed only people who pursued fame and fortune, and who turned against each other, fathers and sons, and brothers, for the sake of power and status.

There are actually people who regard the imperial throne as worthless?

Ying Zheng took out a longevity pill and handed it to Bai Qi.

"Lord Wu'an, if I were the only one in my Great Qin, I would be utterly alone. I need you, I need you, the sharpest sword of Great Qin, to continue to pave the way for Great Qin."

"The Great Qin needs you to protect this divinely ordained destiny."

Looking at Ying Zheng's resolute face, Bai Qi did not hesitate at all, reached out and picked up the pill, swallowing it in one gulp.

If the king bestows a gift, the subject will accept it even at the cost of his life.

The elixir melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and a tremendous life force exploded within his decaying body.

Bai Qi's aging body trembled violently. He groaned, and his bones crackled and popped.

Visibly, the shriveled muscles bulged again, brimming with explosive power. The deep wrinkles on his face also gradually smoothed out.

His coarse linen clothes were stretched taut, and the iron-blooded killing intent condensed from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood could no longer be suppressed, soaring into the sky.

A moment later, Bai Qi slowly opened his eyes. His appearance hadn't changed; he still looked like the old man, but his body had recovered to its peak condition.

He stood up straight, and his domineering, god-like aura made even Ying Zheng's heart tremble.

Bai Qi knelt on one knee in front of Ying Zheng.

"This old minister, Bai Qi, is willing to slaughter another million for Your Majesty!"

Ying Zheng stepped forward and personally helped him up.

"Good, good for slaughtering another million!" Ying Zheng patted his shoulder, "But now, I have a new task for you."

"Please give your instructions, Your Majesty."

"I want you to go to Zhao Family Village, to Huan'er's side, under the pseudonym 'Old Bai', as a down-on-his-luck veteran."

Ying Zheng's expression was serious.

"Your mission is to protect him and observe him. What's in his mind is more important to my Great Qin than a million soldiers. But, do not reveal your identity, and do not harm him in the slightest. If anything happens to him, I will hold you responsible."

"only!"

Bai Qi accepted the order, as he also wanted to meet Zhao Huan.

Ying Zheng nodded, intending to return to the Qilin Hall to handle state affairs. Just as he emerged from the secret chamber, a eunuch hurriedly reported to him.

"Your Majesty, the eldest son, Fusu, is requesting an audience outside the palace, saying he has important matters to report."