Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

The whole country is soaring?

Ying Zheng's words were spoken lightly, yet they were like a massive boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up towering waves.

Inside the main hall, the civil and military officials, who had just recovered from the double shock of "His Majesty rising from the dead" and "Zhao Gao being eaten," were now ashen-faced, trembling, and almost fainted on the spot.

Are you kidding me!

It's bad enough that one person turned into a red-haired monster, but now he's dragging the entire Qin Empire down with him?

After this, will everyone attend court or hold a "Hyakki Yagyō" (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons)? Will memorials be reviewed with a brush or fingernails? Will military pay be distributed in gold or blood tofu?

Especially the older civil officials, led by the Grand Censor Feng Quji, all had faces wrinkled like bitter gourds. They would rather die peacefully in their old age than become such blue-faced, fanged, bloodthirsty monsters!

"This...this is probably against the will of Heaven, Your Majesty..."

An old minister with white hair and beard stammered as he spoke, but before he could finish, he was glared at by Ying Zheng's green eyes, and the rest of his words got stuck in his throat, almost causing him to choke on the spot.

"Tianhe?"

Ying Zheng sneered, his two fangs gleaming coldly in the candlelight. "I am Heaven! My words are the will of Heaven!"

Good heavens, they don't even recognize the sky anymore.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Su Ming knew that it was time for him, the "chief charlatan," to step in and save the day.

If we don't manage to fool these old men now, and they all decide to die to prove their loyalty, then it won't be easy for Ying Zheng to be a commander without any troops.

"Silence! Silence!"

Su Ming cleared his throat, took a step forward, and stood beside Ying Zheng, adopting an air of "second only to the emperor," and surveyed the officials below who looked like quails.

"Look at all of you, so utterly useless! His Majesty has achieved great divine skill and is about to lead everyone toward the path of immortality. What an honor this is! Instead of being grateful, you dare to question him?"

"Grand Preceptor..." Feng Quji bowed tremblingly, "It's not that we are ungrateful, it's just... it's just that His Majesty just now..."

The old man didn't dare say the words "cannibalism," but the fear in his eyes said it all.

"What happened just now?"

Su Ming, feigning ignorance, retorted with an air of righteous indignation, "His Majesty was just acting on behalf of Heaven, eliminating treacherous officials! Didn't any of you see that?"

"What?" All the officials were stunned.

"That Zhao Gao is not even human!"

Su Ming began his performance, his tone impassioned and his expression a mixture of grief and indignation: "He is an 'extraterrestrial demon' lurking in the court of my Great Qin! He specializes in bewitching the emperor and ruining the fate of my Great Qin! You thought His Majesty was just sucking blood? Wrong! Utterly wrong!"

"His Majesty is purifying! He's using his supremely yang 'Corpse Immortal Power' to purify Zhao Gao's body, which has been corrupted by demonic energy! The flesh and blood you see are actually formed from demonic energy! Look for yourself if you don't believe me!"

As Su Ming spoke, he kicked away the pile of bone fragments on the ground, pointing to the robe that had turned black and stiff, "Have you ever seen anyone with black blood? Whose bones are brittle? This is clearly the residue left behind after a demon was purified!"

These words are the ultimate evolution of turning black into white and calling a deer a horse.

But ironically, there's actually a bit of truth to it.

After all, Zhao Gao's miserable state after being drained of his life force was not what a normal person should look like after death.

The civil officials exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions a mixture of belief and skepticism. They had spent their lives studying Confucian classics; they had never heard of such a magical realist explanation.

However, while the civil officials were collectively experiencing a mental breakdown, the military officers were in an uproar.

"So that's how it is! I knew that eunuch Zhao Gao didn't look like a good person!"

"That's right! That sarcastic, unsettling person definitely isn't of Central Plains blood!"

"Your Majesty is mighty! You act on behalf of Heaven and vanquish the demons!"

Marquis Tongwu, Wang Ben, was the first to step forward. His eyes were wide open, and his face showed no fear, but rather was filled with fanatical worship.

He didn't care about any "extraterrestrial demons" at all; what he cared about was the scene where those four swords had struck His Majesty without even breaking his skin!

For these warriors who had lived on the edge of death, morality and righteousness were meaningless; invulnerability to swords and spears was the only true principle!

"Your Majesty!" Wang Ben knelt on one knee, his voice booming like thunder, "This humble general is unworthy, yet willing to go through fire and water for Your Majesty! Please grant this humble general 'divine power,' and I will serve as the vanguard, forging an invincible army for Great Qin!"

"The Undead Legion?"

Upon hearing these four words, Ying Zheng's green vertical pupils instantly lit up.

"Well said!"

He looked at Wang Ben, his eyes full of approval, "This is truly a fine son of my Great Qin! Unlike some pedantic scholars who only know classical Chinese and are as cowardly as mice!"

Wang Ben's words immediately livened up the atmosphere.

Meng Yi, Li Xin, and other young generals stepped forward and knelt on one knee in unison, their eyes filled with fervor.

"This humble general is willing to die for Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, please grant me divine power!"

"Our Qin warriors, each one of them should be like a dragon!"

This left the civil service completely dumbfounded.

While they're still debating whether "cannibalism" is right or wrong, the military group has already started lining up to be "reformed."

Is the world crazy?

Su Ming was overjoyed at the dramatic scene.

Become!

If we can fool these warmongers, then the "national ascension" is halfway done. After all, in the Qin Dynasty, the pen can never win against the sword.

Looking at his beloved generals kneeling before him, Ying Zheng felt a surge of pride and joy.

He felt that he had found a comrade who truly understood his grand ambitions!

He slowly descended the imperial steps and personally helped Wang Ben up. His large, red-haired hand patted Wang Ben's shoulder heavily, making Wang Ben's armor clang loudly.

"Excellent! No wonder he's Wang Jian's son!"

Ying Zheng's voice, like rolling thunder, echoed throughout the hall: "Since you have such a determination, I will grant your wish!"

He turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over the still hesitant civil officials and the silent members of the imperial family.

"I do not wish to hear any further dissent regarding today's events."

Ying Zheng's voice was icy cold, carrying an undeniable killing intent, "You have all seen Zhao Gao's fate."

"From this day forward, Su Ming shall be the Grand Preceptor of the Great Qin, holding a position equivalent to the Prime Minister, and shall oversee all matters related to 'Ascension' in the Great Qin!"

"The words of the Imperial Preceptor are my words. The decrees of the Imperial Preceptor are my decrees!"

Ying Zheng pointed at Su Ming, his voice rising eight octaves. The terrifying pressure of the Corpse Immortal Body instantly enveloped the entire hall, making everyone breathless.

"If there are those who disobey, or those who outwardly comply but inwardly defy..."

Ying Zheng grinned, revealing his two gleaming white fangs, and said, word by word:

"I don't mind having a few more snacks."

Su Ming stood aside, watching the civil officials' faces turn deathly pale, and sighed silently in his heart.

"Colleagues, please don't blame me."

"I had to fool you all to cover up the lie."

"From now on, we're all in this together, and nobody can escape."

Ying Zheng looked at Su Ming with eyes full of trust and expectation.

"Imperial Advisor, how should we take this first step?"

Su Ming smiled slightly and took out a sketch he had drawn long ago from his sleeve. It depicted a terracotta warrior wearing heavy armor and wielding a giant axe.

"Your Majesty, one must eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time."

"Let's begin our grand undertaking of ascension by transforming the million-strong terracotta army of this vast Qin Plain!"

"I call this... the 'Qin Dynasty Gundam Project,' what do you think?"