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

"Palmistry?"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, looking at the soft, boneless hand in front of him, with its fingertips tinged with a faint pink, and his playful smile deepened.

Although he is a science and engineering guy who does "corpse science research", that doesn't mean he is blind.

The Red Lotus Princess before me has eyes that seem to be filled with venom, but actually hide daggers; that so-called "heartache" is probably a venomous snake lurking in her heart, isn't it?

"Alright, my master is most skilled in 'bone reading and fortune telling'."

Su Ming did not back down at all. Instead, he generously extended his hand, but instead of taking Hong Lian's hand, he quickly and lightly touched the pulse point on her fair wrist.

At the very moment their fingertips touched.

"call--"

A cloyingly sweet fragrance burst forth from Honglian's sleeve.

That wasn't ordinary cosmetic fragrance, but a neurotoxin—【Crimson Serpent Bewitching Smoke】—a specially refined blend of dozens of snake venoms. A single breath would instantly paralyze an ordinary person's limbs, turning them into a helpless plaything.

A glint of triumphant ruthlessness flashed in Honglian's eyes.

This was her trump card, specifically designed to deal with lecherous men like him. The moment Su Ming fell, the Crimson Soft Sword hidden in her sleeve could instantly slit his throat!

"Fall down, you fool!" Honglian sneered inwardly.

However, the expected scene of Su Ming rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth did not occur.

Su Ming simply took a deep breath, as if savoring some aged wine, his nostrils flared violently, and then—

"Burp~"

He let out a loud burp, completely disregarding his image.

[Beep! High concentration of neurotoxin detected in the respiratory tract.]

[System defense mechanism activated... Conversion successful!]

[Gained 50 Energy Points.]

Su Ming rubbed his nose, waved the pink smoke in front of him with a look of disgust, and looked at the dumbfounded Hong Lian, then curled his lip:

"Your Highness, is your perfume expired? It smells like realgar mixed with cheap alcohol. If the environmental protection department of Great Qin finds out, you'll be fined."

"Are you...you're alright?"

Honglian's charming smile froze instantly, and she stared at Su Ming as if she had seen a ghost.

How is that possible?

This is a deadly poison that can even bewitch a grandmaster! Does this person have lungs made of iron?

"What could possibly happen to me? This dosage isn't even strong enough to wake me up."

Su Ming shrugged, even taking advantage of the situation to move closer. His eyes were no longer looking at a beautiful woman, but rather as if he were looking at some substandard industrial raw material. "However, although the smell is a bit strong, the fire attribute in this toxin is quite pure. Tsk tsk, it seems that the royal family education in South Korea is not very good either, only teaching crooked ways."

"Shut up!"

Humiliated in front of everyone, Honglian's feigned gentleness instantly crumbled.

She was a lawless little witch, how could she have ever been treated like this?

"Since poison can't kill you, then this princess will just chop you up!"

With a sharp cry, Honglian's previously gentle and alluring demeanor instantly transformed. She twisted her waist, and the crimson soft sword wrapped around her waist shot out like a venomous snake, whistling through the air, aiming straight for Su Ming's brow!

This sword strike was swift, accurate, and ruthless, carrying a resolute and fiery intent.

The princesses from various countries around them screamed in terror and scattered in all directions, fearing that blood would splatter on them.

Ying Zheng sat on the high platform without even lifting his eyelids, and even had the leisure to pick up the glass of tomato juice and take a sip.

"Ding!"

Su Ming didn't even use the corpse energy shield.

He simply turned his body slightly to the side, and with two fingers like iron clamps, he precisely gripped the tip of the soft sword that was trembling like a snake.

"Such a volatile temper? You resorted to using a knife?"

Su Ming looked at Hong Lian, whose face was flushed red with anger and whose chest was heaving violently, and his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

That kind of light wasn't the kind of light a man would use to look at a woman.

It was the fervor of an engineer seeing a top-of-the-line engine!

"He has a fiery temper, a strong personality, and his internal energy is of the rare fire attribute..."

While effortlessly gripping the blade, making it unmovable no matter how hard Honglian tried to pull it out, Su Ming activated [True Sight] and incessantly chanted data:

"His body temperature instantly rose three degrees, and his adrenaline secretion was five times that of an average person... This explosive power is simply that of a born 'suicide bomber'!"

"No, it would be a waste for him to be an infantryman."

"This should be made into the 'Flame-Breathing Corpse'! Or... the core engine of the 'Flame Corpse King'!"

Honglian felt a chill run down her spine from his aggressive yet completely insensitive gaze.

What is this sorcerer saying?

What kind of jet? What kind of engine?

She felt a chill run down her spine. The way the man looked at her was like he was looking at a piece of pork waiting to be slaughtered, wondering whether to braise it or steam it!

"Let me go! You monster!"

Honglian was filled with shame and indignation. She simply abandoned her sword, turned her palm into a claw, and condensed a ball of crimson poisonous fire in her palm, which she then slammed into Su Ming's chest.

"Well done!"

Su Ming was not surprised but rather pleased.

He suddenly stepped forward, not dodging, but instead grabbing Honglian's wrist.

"Click."

That was the sound of bones being squeezed by tremendous force.

Before the poisonous fire in Honglian's palm could erupt, it was extinguished by Su Ming's large hand, which contained corpse energy.

"Ah!" Honglian cried out in pain, feeling as if her wrist was about to break.

"Don't move, let me touch you."

Su Ming had now fully entered "scientific research mode".

He ignored Honglian's murderous gaze, his large hand moving up her wrist, pinching her forearm and elbow, before finally pressing down on her shoulder and collarbone with extreme rudeness.

The movements were professional, the force was just right, it was completely like... feeling bones.

"Hmm... extremely high bone density, so its heat resistance should be pretty good too."

As Su Ming sculpted the skeleton, he nodded in satisfaction. "This frame can withstand high-intensity corpse fire modification. If we replace your meridians with heat-resistant 'fire rat tendons' and implant a 'core earth fire corpse core' in your dantian..."

"Perfect!"

Su Ming suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the completely dumbfounded Hong Lian with a fanatical gaze, as if he had discovered a new continent:

"Your Highness, your physique is extraordinary; you are truly a one-in-a-million talent for practicing fire magic!"

"Come work for me! I guarantee I'll transform you into the number one...walking, self-contained crematorium of the Qin Dynasty!"

red lotus:"???"

She stared blankly at the man gripping her shoulders, spouting nonsense.

Humanoid...crematorium?

Is this how the Grand Preceptor of Qin flirts?

This is way too hardcore!

"Are you... are you sick?" Honglian's voice trembled, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I have medicine."

Su Ming chuckled, released her shoulder, and pulled a vial of bubbling red reagent from his sleeve. "Here, don't rush to refuse. This is my newly developed [Basic Fire Element Enhancement Liquid]. Drink it, and your fire will be even stronger, burning people even more painfully!"

"How about it? Want to give it a try?"