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

"Zombie...yoga?"

Shao Siming's beautiful brows furrowed slightly, as if she had heard a word that had never existed in this dimension. She looked at Su Ming, who was wrapping his legs around his neck on the ground, and for the first time, her eyes revealed an emotion called "caring for the mentally challenged".

"Don't look at me like that, this is science!"

Su Ming maintained an extremely contorted "one-legged giant loop" posture, his face flushed red, while still explaining earnestly, "The biggest weakness of zombies is their stiff joints and slow movement. This set of movements can stretch the ligaments to the maximum extent and develop the limits of the bones' range of motion!"

"Watch closely, this move is called 'Looking Back at the Moon 360 Degrees'!"

There was a crisp "crack" sound.

Su Ming let out a scream, collapsing to the ground like a broken folding chair, rubbing his aching back and gasping for breath: "Ouch, damn it... I've strained myself. This body is still too useless; looks like I need to strengthen my training."

Shao Siming's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, as if she wanted to laugh, but felt that laughing in this situation would be unbecoming of a killer.

"You give it a try."

Su Ming patted the floor, his face full of anticipation. "You have a foundation in the Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower Style, so your flexibility is definitely better than mine. Come on, let's start with a 'Scorpion Tail Swing,' raise your leg as high as possible, and try to get it as close to the back of your head as possible!"

Shao Siming hesitated for a moment, but thinking of the profound principles contained in the "human anatomy diagram" she had glimpsed earlier, she stood up.

As a top expert of the Yin-Yang School, her body control ability is naturally extremely strong.

She took a deep breath, her waist softened slightly, and she arched her back dramatically like a purple serpent. Then, her long, straight leg slowly rose, tracing a graceful arc in the air before landing firmly behind her head.

"Perfect!"

Su Ming's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but applaud. "Performance is perfect, core strength is great! It's just that... the clothes are a bit in the way."

Today, Shao Siming was still wearing that elaborate Yin-Yang Clan robe. Although it was gorgeous, the fabric clung tightly to her body when she was doing these extreme movements, revealing her breathtaking curves.

The curve between the waist and hips, in particular, is a challenge to the limits of human vision.

As a normal modern man, Su Ming, whose mind was full of scientific research, couldn't help but swallow and felt his nose getting hot.

"Um... raise your leg a little higher, yes, to fully stretch the Achilles tendon."

To cover his embarrassment, Su Ming quickly switched to "coach mode" and stepped forward to correct his movements. "You need to relax this muscle, otherwise it will easily cramp up after you turn into a zombie... Hey, don't move, let me massage it for you."

He reached out and pressed down on Shao Siming's calf, while supporting her waist with his other hand.

Shao Siming stiffened, instinctively wanting to retaliate, but remembering the previous "blood-drawing deal," she forcibly held back.

And so, the following scene unfolded in the alchemy room:

In the dim candlelight, a man and a woman were entangled in an awkward and contorted position. The man, sweating profusely, was "pushing" from behind, while the woman, her face flushed, was "thrusting" from the front, occasionally letting out muffled moans from the strain of her ligaments.

"Ugh...it hurts..."

"It's supposed to hurt! Just bear with it, it'll be over soon! This is crucial!"

"You...be gentle..."

"It won't be easy! How can I become stronger if I can't even endure this little bit of hardship? Just a little longer, I'm going to push!"

……

Meanwhile, outside the alchemy room.

Two black-armored guards on night patrol were passing by, carrying torches.

Because of the previous example of Meng Yi breaking in, no one dares to approach this side hall now; everyone goes around it.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, listen..."

The younger guard suddenly stopped, his ears perked up, and his expression became extremely complex. "That voice... could it be the Imperial Advisor and that person...?"

The older guard quickly covered his mouth and made a "shh" gesture, then the two of them crept up to the window.

This glance was enough to nearly make their eyes pop out.

On the thin sheet of window paper, two overlapping silhouettes were projected in the candlelight.

One was burly and squatting in a horse stance, pushing forward with both hands; the other was graceful and bent at an incredible angle, seemingly in some kind of extreme "torture".

Add to that the suggestive language coming from inside, such as "harder," "painful," and "can't take it"...

"hiss--"

The two guards gasped in unison, exchanged a glance, and saw the shock and admiration in each other's eyes.

"Is this what the Imperial Advisor was talking about...the top-secret experiment?" The young guard's voice trembled.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

The old guard gave a thumbs up, lowered his voice and exclaimed, "I'd only ever heard of 'old man pushing a cart' before, but this move by the Grand Master... isn't it called 'Zombie Worshipping the Moon'? The posture, the difficulty, the stamina... I, Old Zhang, am impressed!"

"No wonder His Majesty values ​​the Imperial Preceptor so much, even bestowing upon him a goddess like Shao Siming. This skill is something we mortals can't learn."

"Go, go, stop looking, you'll get a sty. Keep this a secret tonight, don't tell anyone!"

The two exchanged a knowing, lewd glance and tiptoed away, leaving behind only their silhouettes, which had been the subject of much speculation.

However, the so-called "keeping it to oneself" is, in the Qin Palace, a hub of gossip, equivalent to "making the headlines tomorrow."

In less than an hour, rumors about "the Imperial Advisor unlocking a new position," "Shao Siming screaming in the alchemy room," and "strange noises in the corpse-refining room at midnight" spread like a virus throughout the entire city of Xianyang, through the patrol teams, the imperial kitchen, and the laundry bureau.

Even the version has evolved several times, from the initial "practice" to the final "Yin-Yang dual cultivation for three hundred rounds".

Su Ming knew nothing about this.

He spent most of the night working on it and finally finished the first set of movements for this "zombie yoga" routine, and completed a full set of ergonomic tests on Shao Siming.

"knock off!"

Su Ming wiped away his sweat, looking at Shao Siming, who was also drenched in sweat but whose eyes were noticeably brighter than before. He nodded in satisfaction, "Data collection complete. This set of movements, combined with the Mo family's mechanical modifications, will definitely double the combat effectiveness of our soldiers!"

Shao Siming straightened her disheveled clothes, said nothing, but gave Su Ming a deep look.

Although the process was shameful and the posture was strange, she could clearly feel that the meridians in her body had been widened. That long-lost sense of unobstructed flow made her feel an incomprehensible awe towards the frivolous man in front of her.

"Tomorrow morning will be the moment to witness a miracle."

Su Ming pushed open the window and looked at the sky outside, which was turning a pale white, his eyes revealing an unprecedented confidence and fervor.

"The mighty iron torrent of the Great Qin is about to be unleashed."

……

The next morning, at the drill ground on the outskirts of Xianyang.

The war drums thundered, and the banners blotted out the sun.

Ying Zheng sat high on the command platform, with Su Ming standing beside him, sporting two dark circles under his eyes (from staying up all night organizing data), and Gongshu Chou looking excited, as if he had just been injected with chicken blood.

Below the stage, there was a deathly silence, like a dark cloud.

Three hundred new soldiers, enhanced by the "T-virus," "zombie yoga stretching," and "exoskeleton armor," stood quietly in the morning breeze.

They were not breathing, not having a heartbeat, and not even a trace of human life.

Black faceplates concealed their faces, revealing only pairs of electronic eyes (actually lenses embedded with corpse cores) emitting a faint red glow. The giant longswords in their hands reflected a chilling glint in the sunlight.

"Your Majesty, please inspect."

Su Ming stepped forward and waved his hand.

"boom!"

Three hundred Black Iron Warriors stepped forward simultaneously, causing the earth to tremble.

A terrifying aura surged into the sky, even shattering the drifting clouds!

[Black Iron Qin Warriors - Unit-01 Formation], fully equipped!