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

"Oysters? Tiger penis?"

Su Ming's mouth gaped open, his expression like someone had just stuffed a mouthful of expired Stargazing Pie, his whole body cracking open. He looked at Ying Zheng, who had a "I'm very considerate" look on his face, and then at the group of civil and military officials around him who were smiling ambiguously. He felt like he had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, which he couldn't spit out or swallow.

"Your Majesty, please let me explain. This is truly just simple data transmission, we..."

"Ah, Imperial Advisor, there's no need for further words."

Ying Zheng strode forward, his heavy, iron-like hand slamming down on Su Ming's shoulder, nearly breaking it on the spot. The First Emperor of All Time lowered his voice, speaking in a tone only a man could understand:

"I understand. Young people are full of energy, so it's normal for them to have some special hobbies. Although Master Xiaomeng is a nun, her figure and temperament are indeed quite unique. For the Imperial Preceptor to make her blush like this, I have to admit I'm impressed."

After speaking, Ying Zheng looked around the alchemy room, which was full of "life" and seemed to want to say more.

His gaze swept across the corner.

There, Honglian was sweating profusely as she channeled fire energy into the corpse-refining furnace. Her clothes clung to her body due to the high temperature, outlining her breathtaking curves.

The Snow Maiden was holding a jade flute and playing it to a group of zombies. Due to the long period of breathing, her chest was heaving violently and her face was as red as a peach blossom.

Duanmu Rong held a needle and thread in her hand, mending a corpse. Her hands were covered in blood, but her eyes revealed a strange fanaticism.

Add to that Xiaomeng, who had just finished her "spiritual communion" and was slumped in her chair looking utterly exhausted, and Shaosiming, who was constantly pressing close to her with a resentful look in her eyes.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Ying Zheng shook his head, the green flame in his eyes flickering, and sighed from the bottom of his heart:

"Grand Preceptor, this is no ordinary alchemy room! It's a paradise I could never have imagined! The essence of the six states, the beauties of the hundred schools of thought—you've gathered them all in one place. With you in my Qin Dynasty, how could I worry about its population not flourishing?"

"Alright, I won't disturb your enjoyment any longer. Remember to bring your...confidantes to the welcome banquet tonight."

Ying Zheng laughed three times, a look of delighted surprise on his face, then waved his sleeves and left without a trace, leaving Su Ming with only an extremely dashing back view.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to Your Majesty! The Imperial Preceptor is truly awe-inspiring!"

The officials shouted in unison, their voices filled with awe for the powerful and adoration for the "love saint."

The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

The alchemy room fell into a deathly silence.

Su Ming stiffly turned his neck to look at the women in the room.

Xiaomeng had recovered and was staring at him with a murderous gaze; Honglian stopped what she was doing and played with the flame in her hand with a half-smile; Duanmu Rong held up a scalpel and gestured with her eyes below his waist; even the most obedient Shao Siming silently condensed a few leaves and hovered them near his carotid artery.

"Um... would you believe me if I said it was a beautiful misunderstanding?"

Su Ming forced a smile, trying to salvage his precarious image.

"Misunderstand?"

Honglian scoffed, swaying her hips as she walked over, the crimson flame at her fingertips nearly touching Su Ming's nose. "Now all of Xianyang knows I'm your 'furnace,' Xue Nu is your 'musician,' and this Tianzong sect leader is your 'cauldron.' Go out and listen to what people are saying about you!"

Su Ming covered his face in pain.

He knows without you even needing to hear it.

The Black Ice Guard's efficiency is top-notch, and with the help of spies from the six kingdoms, it's estimated that his "romantic escapades" are now circulating throughout the entire Kyushu continent.

In fact, the situation was more serious than he had imagined.

Thousands of miles away, a secret stronghold of six kingdoms.

Zhang Liang stared at the latest intelligence report in his hand, nearly breaking the feather fan he was holding.

"The Great Array of Bliss..."

Zhang Liang, his expression grave, pointed to the intelligence on the bamboo slips and said to Xiang Yu, "Your Majesty, please look! This sorcerer Su Ming is indeed unfathomable! He not only took princesses from various countries, but even Xiaomeng from the Daoist Tianzong sect was not spared! According to our scouts, Xiaomeng went in as a serene fairy, but came out with a flushed face and unsteady steps, clearly having been excessively drained!"

"What?!"

Enraged, Xiang Yu slammed his hand on the table, shattering it. "He doesn't even spare monks? This sorcerer is worse than a beast! What kind of evil magic is he practicing?"

"In my opinion, this must be some kind of ancient 'joyful Zen' or 'manipulation of women'."

Fan Zeng, his face grim, added, "He's using the primordial yin essence of women from the six kingdoms to cultivate his Corpse Demon Technique! Once he masters this divine art, who in the world can stop him?"

"Shameless! Vulgar! Despicable!"

The nobles from the six kingdoms present were all filled with righteous indignation, their spittle flying as they cursed. But despite their cursing, if one looked closely, one could actually see a faint, almost imperceptible, hint of...envy in the eyes of many of them?

……

Xianyang Palace, the alchemy room.

Su Ming sneezed three times in a row, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He knew that explaining was useless.

In this era without surveillance cameras or clarification press conferences, even mud that's not excrement becomes excrement if it falls into your crotch. Since public opinion has already been damaged to this extent, then…

"Let's just give up!"

Su Ming slapped his thigh, his embarrassment and dejection vanishing, replaced by a madness and determination that said, "Since you say I'm a demon, then I'll show you what a demon I am."

"Everyone, stand in line!"

Su Ming suddenly roared, displaying the authority of a national advisor.

The women in the room were taken aback by his sudden aura and subconsciously stopped what they were doing.

"Look at all of you, what kind of behavior is this?"

Su Ming paced back and forth in front of them, his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp as knives. "Since everyone outside says I have a harem, then let's just make that reputation official! However, my harem, Su Ming's harem, doesn't keep idle people, nor does it keep pretty faces!"

"From this day forward, you are no longer princesses of various countries, nor are you descendants of the Hundred Schools of Thought."

He walked up to a huge worktable and yanked off the black cloth covering it.

"Splash!"

Below, stacks of black clothing were neatly piled up.

That wasn't the traditional wide-sleeved robe of the Qin state, but rather a design created by Su Ming that combined the tactical uniforms of later special forces with the mechanical techniques of the Mohist school—the [Tight-fitting Tactical Leather Suit - Corpse Path Enhanced Version].

The black leather gleamed with a cold sheen, inlaid with metal plates that could amplify the conduction of true energy. There were dagger slots on the outer thighs and buckles on the back for attaching small mechanical wings.

Both sexy and deadly.

"Put it on!"

Su Ming picked up a set of battle armor and tossed it to the bewildered Hong Lian, a wicked and arrogant smile playing on his lips:

"From now on, you will only have one identity—"

"That's the first all-female special forces team of my Ming Qin Empire—the Black Widows!"