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

The needle tip gleamed with a cold, sharp light, swaying gently in the candlelight.

Su Ming's gloved hand was gripping Shao Siming's fair wrist without any tenderness.

"Don't glare, it won't do any good."

Su Ming looked at those purple eyes that still burned with killing intent even after being paralyzed, and curled his lip. "I know who you are, Shao Siming of the Yin Yang School. The legendary girl who never speaks, never talks, and kills without hesitation."

"But when it comes to me, don't think of yourself as a goddess. In my eyes, you're no different from Wangcai in that cage over there. You're both carbon-based life forms, both experimental consumables."

Although Shao Siming was unable to move, if her gaze could kill, Su Ming would have been torn to pieces by now.

Shame, anger, and a hint of fear he had never felt before intertwined in those purple pupils.

As a respected elder of the Yin-Yang family, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

Being bound like a dumpling in a tattered net soaked in corpse oil was bad enough, but now this man was looking at her with the same eyes that looked at "pork".

"Don't move around. This syringe has a specially made thick needle. If you miss the mark, you'll bleed a lot."

Su Ming didn't care what she was thinking. While talking, he skillfully searched for veins on her arm.

"Slap slap."

To make the veins fill up, he stretched out two fingers and patted her fair skin twice.

The crisp sound was particularly jarring in the quiet alchemy room.

Shao Siming's body trembled violently, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes due to shame and indignation.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

This lecherous scoundrel... how dare he?!

"Found it."

Su Ming's eyes lit up, and he inserted the needle without hesitation.

"hiss--"

Dark red blood gushed from the syringe, but under the candlelight, it faintly glowed with an eerie purple light and carried a faint, exotic orchid fragrance.

"Wow, it really is purple?"

Su Ming looked at the blood like he had discovered a new continent. He pulled out the needle and examined the vial of blood closely. "Is this the physique of someone who has cultivated the Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers Flow? Does it have chlorophyll or anthocyanins by itself?"

Shao Siming bit her lip hard; if her eyes could breathe fire, she could burn this alchemy room to ashes right now.

But Su Ming clearly had no intention of letting her off so easily.

After drawing blood, he pulled out a cold, hard vernier caliper from somewhere.

"Next, let's measure bone density."

Su Ming wore a businesslike expression, but the calipers in his hand were unceremoniously stuck on Shao Siming's shoulder, elbow, and even knee.

"Hmm... the shoulder width is just right, this frame should be fine for heavy armor."

"His thigh bone is very dense; the explosive power of that kick could probably break a stone pillar."

"It's just that her waist... is a bit too thin."

Su Ming frowned, using calipers to measure that slender waist, looking disgusted. "This won't do. Your core strength isn't enough. If I install a 'corpse energy booster pump' on you later, this little waist will probably break!"

Shao Siming: "..."

All she wants now is to die.

Or, before she dies, she should tear this madman who criticizes her figure but whose mouth is full of "armor" and "booster pump" to pieces!

Is this person blind?

Can't he tell that this is a woman's body?

In his eyes, was he just a bunch of machine parts made of bones and flesh?

"That's about it."

Su Ming finally put away the calipers that had made Shao Siming feel ashamed and indignant, and turned to walk to the experimental table.

On the table was a bowl of freshly extracted [primary zombie virus stock solution], still bubbling with green liquid.

While this thing can grant immortality, it has too many side effects, easily making the host irritable, bloodthirsty, and even irrational.

This is also why Su Ming has never dared to increase the dosage for Ying Zheng.

"The system says that the Yin-Yang School's true energy leans towards nature and vitality, which may be able to neutralize the violent energy of the corpse poison."

Su Ming took a deep breath and carefully dripped a drop of the purple blood he had just extracted from Shao Siming into the bottle.

"Tick-tock".

Purple blood fell into green liquid.

There was no violent explosion as expected, nor did any toxic smoke appear.

On the contrary, the green virus liquid, which was originally boiling and turbulent like magma, miraculously calmed down the moment it came into contact with the purple blood!

It was like a raging beast having its fur smoothed out.

The nauseating, fishy smell quickly dissipated, replaced by a faint, refreshing aroma of herbs and plants.

Even the originally murky green gradually became clear and transparent, eventually transforming into a pure emerald-green liquid.

[Beep! Experimental data updated.]

High-purity "Wood-type True Blood" has been detected and has successfully neutralized the "Rampage Factor" in the T-virus.

[New type of potion generated: Corpse God Stabilizer (Perfect Version)]

[Effect: Retains the physical enhancement and immortality attributes gained from zombification, completely eliminates bloodlust, significantly improves the stability of the host's mental power, and may even awaken the Five Elements Corpse Technique!]

"It's done!!"

Su Ming slapped his thigh, almost jumping up in excitement, "I knew it! These Yin-Yang School people may seem mystical, but their bodies are really amazing!"

Where is the blood?

This is practically the key to unlocking the door to the "Magic-based Corpse King"!

It is the key piece of the puzzle that allowed the Qin army to evolve from "physical assault" to "dual magical and martial arts"!

Su Ming suddenly turned around, his eyes burning with an unprecedented greedy light as he stared intently at Shao Siming, who was lying on the ground with her clothes slightly disheveled.

Shao Siming was startled by his sudden gaze.

That look in his eyes... was like a beggar who hadn't eaten for three days seeing a whole roasted lamb, or a miser seeing a mountain of gold.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Although Shao Siming couldn't speak, her terrified and flickering eyes betrayed her inner turmoil.

Su Ming strode forward and squatted down directly in front of her, his face covered in coal dust almost touching her nose.

"Young Master Ming... oh no, Young Mistress!"

Su Ming rubbed his hands together, grinning like a shrewd businessman. "How about we make a deal? You don't have to go back to the Yin Yang School anymore. What's so good about that lousy place? Low wages, poor benefits, and you have to wear a mask all day and act aloof."

"Stay! Join our Great Qin's 'God-Making Project'!"

"You don't need to do anything else, just provide me with a tiny bit of blood every day... not much, just a tiny bit!"

As he spoke, he excitedly made a "a tiny bit" gesture.

Shao Siming's eyes widened, and she desperately tried to shake her head.

Use him as a blood bank? Dream on!

"Don't be so quick to refuse."

Looking at her resistant gaze, Su Ming's smile gradually became somewhat "kind".

He reached out and gently patted Shao Siming's exquisite face. His tone was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable air of dominance.

"To tell you the truth, you can't leave either."

"Based on my experimental data, you are no longer human."

Su Ming stood up, looking down at her as if proclaiming some kind of verdict:

"You are the most important strategic reserve resource of the Great Qin Dynasty, the fuel for His Majesty's ascension, and... my personal, human-shaped catalyst!"