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

"The taste of dragon?"

Su Ming leaned against the door, his heart still pounding wildly in his chest. He subconsciously raised his arm and sniffed, and all he could smell was the earthy odor of old brickwork and that damned, irritatingly sweet fragrance.

"Um... Lady Shao Siming, this was actually an accident."

Su Mingqian chuckled twice, attempting to explain the metaphysical phenomenon with scientific principles, "This is a kind of... high concentration of biological hormones. Although it smells quite nice, it has significant side effects and can easily cause endocrine disorders."

Shao Siming remained silent.

She simply gazed at Su Ming, and strange ripples appeared in her normally calm eyes.

Just now, the instant Su Ming approached, the bottleneck in her body, the "Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flowers" technique that had been stuck for three years, suddenly loosened without warning!

That so-called "dragon energy" was like the warm sun under the blazing sun, gradually melting the ice that had accumulated in her meridians.

The exhilarating feeling of surging internal energy was even more terrifying than killing ten top masters.

"I'm not leaving."

Shao Siming suddenly spoke.

Her voice remained cold and detached, like that of a heartless killer, but the words she spoke almost made Su Ming kneel down.

"What?"

Su Ming's eyes widened. "Not leaving? Big sister, it won't sound good if word gets out that we're a lone man and woman! Besides, I'm not providing meals here!"

Shao Siming completely ignored his protests.

She picked up the "Human Anatomy Diagram" that Su Ming had just thrown on the ground quite naturally, sat back down on the futon, and sat down as gracefully as if she were admiring flowers in her own backyard.

"This drawing is quite good."

Pointing to a human body on the drawing that had been skinned and revealed its bright red muscle texture, she said calmly, "The direction of every muscle is precise to the extreme. It's even more exquisite than the 'puppet technique' of the Yin-Yang School."

Su Ming was taken aback.

You're an expert!

His "scientist" spirit instantly returned, and the fear and embarrassment he had just felt vanished.

"You know about this too?"

Su Ming leaned over and plopped down on the edge of the desk, pointing to the thigh area on the blueprint. "Look here, that's called the quadriceps. Why can't our Qin soldiers outrun the Xiongnu horses? It's because this muscle isn't trained hard enough!"

"Although the Yin-Yang School's movement techniques are graceful, they are sustained by internal energy."

Su Ming got into the zone, spittle flying everywhere, "If you run out of mana... oh no, if you run out of true energy, you'll be lambs to the slaughter."

Shao Siming frowned slightly, seemingly disdainful of this "vulgar" martial arts theory.

"The human body is a microcosm, with qi as its foundation and the flesh as its shell," she retorted coldly.

"Wrong! Utterly wrong!"

Su Ming slammed his hand on the cutting board, making the beaker on it tremble. "The physical appearance is the foundation! It's like building a house; what's the use of a luxurious renovation if the foundation isn't solid?"

He grabbed a charcoal pencil and quickly drew several thick lines on the drawing.

"Look, if I replace this part..." Su Ming pointed to the Achilles tendon, "with the large tendon of a thousand-year-old tiger demon, and then temper it with corpse energy for eighty-one days."

"Explosive power can be increased by at least three times!"

"At that time, I won't need to use a single trace of true energy; I can kick a cow flying with just my physical body!"

Su Ming became more and more excited as he spoke, completely forgetting that the person sitting opposite him was a ruthless female demon.

He even went so far as to touch Shao Siming's calf and make a gesture in the air, saying, "If it were you, modify this place, and replace the knee with a Mo family hydraulic bearing... tsk tsk, one kick from that would make even Meng Tian kneel down in his mecha armor!"

As Shao Siming looked at the man with a fanatical expression, pointing at the blueprints, the disdain in her eyes gradually disappeared.

Although she couldn't understand what "hydraulic" or "bearing" meant.

But as a top expert, she could instinctively sense that what Su Ming said... although crazy and unconventional, was logically sound!

It even opened a door to a new world for her.

If true qi and the physical body could be perfectly integrated...

If those legendary monster limbs could really be grafted onto human bodies...

What terrifying power that would be!

"Is this...your path?" Shao Siming looked at Su Ming with a complicated expression.

"This is science!"

Su Ming corrected him, his mouth dry from speaking, and subconsciously licked his chapped lips, "It is also the only shortcut to make everyone in the Great Qin as powerful as a dragon."

He was about to go to the side to get some water when a pale white hand suddenly reached out.

He was holding a chipped, coarse porcelain teacup.

Su Ming was stunned.

He followed the hand and saw that Shao Siming had turned her head away, her long purple hair covering half of her face, but there was a faint pink blush at the base of her ear.

"drink."

It can be summed up in one word: concise and rigid.

Su Ming was flattered and accepted the cup. This water was poured by Shao Siming herself! Even Donghuang Taiyi probably hadn't received such treatment.

"Thanks... I'm so grateful."

Su Ming gulped down a large mouthful of cool boiled water, which instantly suppressed the heat within him.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

It was no longer a tense, hostile conflict, but rather a strange harmony.

By candlelight, a sorcerer covered in soot and a peerless assassin sat around an anatomical diagram, discussing the art of human anatomy.

The scene looks so incongruous, yet it's also damnably harmonious.

"Well... since you're not leaving, we're practically partners now."

Su Ming put down his cup, his eyes darted around, and his gaze fell once again on Shao Siming's supple waist.

Shao Siming shrank back warily, her hand resting on the leaf-shaped hidden weapon at her waist.

"Don't be nervous, am I that kind of person?"

Su Ming waved his hand, his face serious as if "for academic purposes," and said, "I suddenly had an inspiration. Our zombie army, while possessing unparalleled defensive capabilities, has a fatal weakness: stiffness! Their joints aren't flexible enough!"

"This is a huge disadvantage on the battlefield."

Su Ming stood up, stretched his wrists and ankles, and stared intently at Shao Siming:

"I have combined your Yin-Yang School's soft techniques with a certain secret method from the Western Regions to invent a set of movements specifically designed to stretch ligaments and enhance flexibility."

"I call it—Zombie Yoga."

"Young Master Ming, you have excellent agility, could you give me some pointers?"