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

The atmosphere in the Youdu Palace today is extremely eerie.

In the past, this place was filled with the chilling aura of corpses and the dull thud of clashing armor; even a fly that flew in would be frozen stiff. But today, this grand hall, which resembled a battlefield of carnage, has been transformed into a giant incense burner by the rouge and powder brought in by dozens of carriages.

The "marriage alliance" delegations sent by the six countries are now gathered at His Highness's side.

In order to "conquer" the legendary, lustful Grand Tutor of Qin, the six states truly spared no expense this time. The dancers of Yan were as light as swallows, twirling and leaping on the high platform, their long sleeves fluttering with fragrant breezes; the musicians of Zhao had delicate fingers, their zither playing melodies so plaintive and moving that they could melt one's bones; and the beauties of Wei, holding fine wine, their eyes sparkling, could even cast a few flirtatious glances at the expressionless mechanical zombies at the palace gate.

This isn't a Shura Palace; it's clearly a six-nation version of the Hainan Rendez-Vous.

"Grand Preceptor, is this the sincerity of the six kingdoms?"

Ying Zheng sat on the dragon throne, his bottom resting on the tiger skin he had torn to shreds. The green flames in his eyes flickered twice, not with excitement, but with impatience.

He leaned forward slightly, his large, red-haired hand scratching unconsciously on the table, making a sickening "sizzling" sound.

"Why do I feel they're making so much noise?"

Ying Zheng's voice was deep and hoarse, with a metallic quality. His gaze did not linger on those peerless faces, but was fixed on the throbbing veins beneath those snow-white necks, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Moreover, the smell... is too mixed. The scent of cosmetics overpowers the smell of blood, making me lose my appetite."

"Your Majesty, please endure it, you must endure it."

Su Ming stood to the side, holding the ever-present glass of tomato juice, and quickly tried to calm the Corpse Ancestor, who was on the verge of going berserk. "This is a 'sugar-coated bullet' sent by the six kingdoms. If we just eat it right away, it would make our Great Qin look so petty. We should at least lick the sugar coating off and throw the bullet back, right?"

"Sugar coating?" Ying Zheng frowned. "They're all bones, hardly any flesh. They're not even as pleasing to the eye as my Black Iron Warriors."

In Ying Zheng's eyes today, the standards of beauty and ugliness have completely changed.

He considers a woman with bulging muscles, full of power, and capable of smashing a city wall with a single punch to be beautiful; this delicate, fragile woman, who is good for nothing except for her pretty veins, is, in his eyes, just a walking food supply, and even then, the kind that gets stuck in your teeth.

"Your Majesty, you don't understand. This is called a strategic resource."

Su Ming chuckled, turned around, and faced away from Ying Zheng. His eyes, which had been somewhat lazy, suddenly flashed with a chilling light when he looked at the group of beautiful women surrounding the prince.

He secretly activated the system's [Eye of True Sight].

In an instant, the vivid and alluring images of beautiful women disappeared, replaced by rows of dynamic data panels and three-dimensional human anatomy diagrams.

"Beep! Scan complete."

"Target 1: Yan Kingdom dancer. Low bone density, excellent muscle fiber flexibility, wind attribute affinity B+. Evaluation: Suitable for modification into a 'scout-type' Gale Corpse Puppet, or have her legs removed to make 'jumping prosthetics'."

"Target Two: Wei Kingdom Qin Player. S-rank finger joint flexibility, exceptionally active mental energy fluctuations. Evaluation: Top-tier material! If these hands were chopped off and attached to the 'Eight-Armed Nezha' mechanical beast, the operational precision would definitely increase by two levels!"

"Target Three: A noblewoman from the State of Zhao. She has a constitution that tends towards coldness and slow blood flow. Evaluation: She is a common ice-attribute material, which can be used to make a temperature controller for a 'cryogenic storage'."

Su Ming became more and more excited as he looked at it, and the smile on his lips became increasingly grotesque.

He stroked his chin, his gaze like a sharp scalpel, dissecting the value of the beauties before him.

To the envoys and beauties from the six kingdoms, the Grand Preceptor's gaze was that of a "lustful glutton," a greedy look that seemed to want to strip them naked on the spot.

Several timid princesses trembled under their gaze and instinctively wrapped their clothes tighter; while a few bolder ones, such as the Snow Maiden of Yan (alternate version), puffed out their chests and a smug sneer flashed in their eyes.

He really is a pervert!

If you're a lecher, you've got this in the bag!

Little did they know, Su Ming was having a crazy brainstorming session.

"With so many top-quality materials, if we just throw them directly into the corpse refining furnace, although we can produce a batch of high-level zombies, it would be a waste of resources."

Su Ming fell into deep thought, his brows furrowed, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. "This is called killing the goose that lays the golden eggs; it's unsustainable."

"What if we raised them?"

"Each person is a unique entity with specific attributes. For example, the one with the fire attribute draws blood daily to refine 'Fiery Corpse Oil'; the one with high mental strength can serve as a humanoid base station for the 'Corpse Net,' responsible for signal relay..."

"It's like growing chives; you harvest one crop, and another grows back. As long as the nutrients are sufficient, I'll have a continuous supply of high-level materials!"

Su Ming's eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if he could see human-shaped walking gold mines beckoning to him.

"Wonderful! This isn't a marriage alliance; it's clearly a massive 'biological laboratory' expansion gift package sent to me by our six allied nations!"

Just as Su Ming was so engrossed in the grand vision of "sustainable exploitation," a fragrant breeze suddenly wafted over.

The dancing group suddenly parted, and a fiery red figure, like a burning flame, walked with alluring yet sharp steps straight to the steps.

That was Princess Hongryeon of Korea.

She wore a tight-fitting crimson soft armor, with a high slit in her skirt that revealed a pair of long, straight, white legs. A crimson soft sword was wrapped around her waist. Although she had come for a marriage alliance, she exuded a wild "I'm not someone to be messed with" aura.

Honglian looked at Su Ming, who was sitting high up with a "lewd smile" on his face (actually, he was a research fanatic), and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

Is this the sorcerer who struck fear into the hearts of the six kingdoms?

He doesn't seem like much, like he's never seen a woman before.

"I have long heard that the Grand Preceptor of Qin is a man of great learning and talent. He is not only proficient in the art of corpses, but also has unique insights into the structure of the human body."

Honglian's voice was alluring yet tinged with a hint of provocation. She ascended the steps, ignoring the warning growls from the Black Iron Guards on either side, and stood directly three feet in front of Su Ming.

She bent slightly, the glimpse of white at her neckline dazzlingly bright, her beautiful eyes darting around, staring intently into Su Ming's eyes, her breath sweet as orchids:

"My name is Honglian. I have been frail since childhood, and lately I have been feeling a tightness in my chest."

As she spoke, she slowly extended her soft, boneless right hand, palm open, and offered it to Su Ming, a dangerous yet alluring smile curving her lips:

"Your Excellency, since you enjoy studying so much... how about you read Honglian's palm tonight? Or perhaps... feel her bones?"