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

"Refined?"

Su Ming seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He casually tossed the blood-stained notebook aside and stood up from his chair. He patted off the lingering corpse dust from his clothes and looked at the Confucian sect leader with an expression of utter disbelief.

"Mr. Fu Nian, you've come all this way to my alchemy room just to discuss with me what 'refined' means?"

Su Ming pointed to the scene around him, which resembled a battlefield of carnage—the still-smoking mechanical arm, the severed limbs and remains scattered on the ground, and Wei Zhuang, who was carrying a chainsaw and looking quite pleased with himself. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"As you can see, this is a heavy industrial base, a biochemical laboratory, not your pedantic study. Talking to me about being civilized here? Have you wandered onto the wrong set?"

"That's just sophistry!"

Fu Nian's chest heaved violently with rage. Though the Tai'a sword in his hand remained sheathed, its sword intent surged, pushing back the surrounding dust by three feet. He pointed at the disfigured corpses, his voice filled with grief and indignation, each word dripping with blood:

"Su Ming! As the Grand Preceptor of the Great Qin Dynasty, instead of educating the people, you are obsessed with sorcery, turning this bright and clear world into a gloomy ghost realm! Look at these... these monsters! They piece together the bones of the dead and drive them with mechanical and evil magic. This is a desecration of the dead and a provocation against the Way of Heaven!"

"As the sage said, 'If you don't know about life, how can you know about death?' Aren't you afraid of divine retribution for your perverse actions?!"

"Divine retribution?"

Before Su Ming could speak, Wei Zhuang suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Sizzle—"

He lightly pressed the switch on the chainsaw sword with his thumb. The saw teeth spun freely, emitting a piercing shriek that instantly drowned out Fu Nian's quotations.

Wei Zhuang glanced casually at the steel behemoth in his hand, his eyes filled with contempt: "Only the weak believe in divine retribution; the strong only believe in the sword in their hands. Fu Nian, you talk too much nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight; if not, then get lost. Don't waste my time testing my sword."

"you……"

Fu Nian, choked with embarrassment, turned to Yan Lu and said, "Junior Brother, you've seen it too! This is the true face of the strategists! This is the Grand Preceptor of Qin! Rites and music have collapsed, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be!"

Yan Lu sighed, a hint of reluctance appearing on his gentle and refined face: "Grand Preceptor, Mr. Wei Zhuang, this action... is indeed against the natural order."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Su Ming waved his hand impatiently, interrupting the two moral exemplars' duet. "Don't give me that nonsense about harmony. I'll just ask you one question: outside of Qin, the remnants of the six states are stirring, the Xiongnu cavalry are eyeing us covetously, and the people live in constant fear. Can your Confucian 'benevolence and righteousness' put food on the table? Can it stop the Xiongnu's scimitars?"

"While benevolence and righteousness cannot directly kill the enemy, they can soothe people's hearts and educate the violent!"

Fu Nian straightened his back, his face radiating righteous indignation, "Only by implementing benevolent governance and restoring the rites of Zhou can the world truly achieve peace and order! Creating killing machines like you will only plunge the Qin Dynasty into endless war and hatred!"

"fart!"

Su Ming suddenly roared, the sound so loud that it made the mechanical arm, which had been operating just moments before, tremble.

He approached Fu Nian step by step, his dark eyes flashing with a fanatical light called "truth," his aura in no way inferior to that of the Confucian sect leader.

"You bunch of bookworms, have you gone mad from all your studying?"

Su Ming pointed at Fu Nian's nose, spitting everywhere, "If Confucius were alive, seeing you bunch of disciples who only know how to talk and can't even kill a chicken, he'd probably be so angry he'd lift the lid of his coffin and crawl out to clean house!"

"How dare you insult the sage?!" Fu Nian roared in fury, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.

"Insult? I'm just feeling sorry for him!"

Su Ming sneered repeatedly and began his debating style, which was essentially a dimensional reduction attack:

"When Confucius traveled to various states, he led three thousand disciples, armed and riding in chariots! These were burly men from Shandong, nine feet six inches tall, strong enough to lift city gates, and faster than rabbits! Reasoning with them? That was based on absolute force!"

"That's called 'winning people over with virtue,' but the prerequisite is that they possess 'martial virtue' that compels others to submit!"

At this point, Su Ming took a deep breath, a strange yet somewhat sacred smile appearing on his face:

"What I've done is truly carrying on the legacy of Confucius!"

"What?" Fu Nian and Yan Lu were both stunned. What nonsense was this sorcerer spouting?

"Don't you understand?"

Su Ming spread his arms wide, as if embracing the darkness and bloodshed of the entire alchemy room. "My zombie army is tireless and fearless of death. Their purpose is to annihilate all enemies who dare to rebel against the Great Qin, and to eliminate all sources of chaos!"

"Wouldn't the world be at peace if all those who instigate wars were sent to meet the King of Hell? Wouldn't the world be 'greatly governed'?"

"This is my 'Theory of Physical Salvation'!"

Su Ming's voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a chillingly self-consistent logic:

"Use absolute violence to end all violence. Use endless death to buy lasting peace. Fu Nian, compared to your empty and illusory teachings, this is the greatest... mercy for all living beings!"

"You're insane...you're a madman!"

Fu Nian felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. He had never seen such a distorted theory before, and yet the other party spoke with such self-righteousness, as if he were the savior.

This is no longer a dispute over the orthodoxy; it's a matter of good and evil being irreconcilable!

"Since you remain so stubborn, there's no point in saying more!"

"Clang—"

A clear and melodious dragon roar resounded throughout the hall.

Fu Nian finally drew the famous sword that symbolized the majesty of Confucianism—Tai'a. The sword was broad and thick, ancient and solemn, exuding a vast and powerful pressure, as if it could suppress all evil spirits.

"Today, I will use this Tai'a sword to teach you what it truly means to 'be a human being'!"

Fu Nian's sword was pointed directly at Su Ming, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Teach me how to be a decent human being?"

Looking at the legendary sword, Su Ming felt no fear, but instead shook his head in disappointment. "It seems you really don't understand what 'Confucianism' means."

He slowly took a step back, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers very casually.

"Smack."

"Since you want to see the true essence of Confucianism, then I will grant your wish."

"Come out and teach this Sect Leader Fu Nian a lesson."

As Su Ming finished speaking, a series of heavy, thunderous footsteps suddenly echoed from the deep shadows of the alchemy room.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

With each step, the ground trembled violently, as if an ancient giant elephant was approaching.

Fu Nian and Yan Lu looked over instinctively, and then their pupils suddenly contracted, as if they had seen the most unbelievable and terrifying scene in the world.

As the shadows dissipated, a gigantic zombie, three meters tall, with muscles bulging like granite and skin displaying a bronze metallic sheen, slowly emerged.

It wore no armor, only a simple animal hide, revealing its exaggeratedly muscular physique. On its back, a huge, ferocious, wildly cursive character was tattooed in bright red cinnabar—

[Germany]!

In its hand, it did not carry any swords or knives, but rather a steel ruler as wide as a door panel and as thick as an astonishing thickness.

"This...this is..."

Fu Nian's hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly. An absolute sense of oppression from his size and strength made it difficult for him to breathe.

Su Ming stood beside the giant zombie, only reaching its thigh. He patted the zombie's steel-hard muscles, grinning broadly, and introduced it to the stunned Confucian duo:

"Let me proudly introduce this special edition, which I created based on the description of Confucius's physique in historical records. I used the corpse of the strongest Hun warrior in the northern border region, combined with a Vajra corpse core, to create it."

"【Confucius-type - Winning People Over with Virtue】Unit 1!"

"Fu Nian, didn't you say you wanted to teach me how to be a person? Come on, get past this first, and see if your Tai'a sword can break through this 'righteous spirit'!"