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

Zhao Gao's face was beyond pale; it looked like a freshly painted wall, with peeling paint crumbling off.

Faced with Ying Zheng's words, "You also want to test my teeth?", the old eunuch let out a "clucking" sound in his throat, rolled his eyes, and surprisingly, he fainted.

"Hmph, trash."

Ying Zheng scoffed coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his green eyes.

He wasn't in a hurry to deal with the terrified ant. At that moment, an unprecedentedly violent force was raging through his newborn body like a flood bursting its banks.

This feeling is amazing.

He used to need Zhao Gao's support to walk, and his back would feel like it was about to break after reviewing memorials for a long time. He would cough violently from even the slightest cold. His decaying body was like a leaky, dilapidated house, ready to collapse at any moment.

But now?

Ying Zheng slowly descended the imperial steps. With each step, the bluestone floor beneath his feet emitted a teeth-grinding "crack," a mournful sound as the body could no longer bear the terrifying weight of the "corpse god."

"Minister Su."

Ying Zheng did not turn around, his voice still carrying that metallic, scraping quality, "I feel like there's a fire burning inside me. I want... to find something to release it."

Su Ming was busy wiping his sweat when he heard this and his heart tightened.

Venting?

Boss, are you looking for someone to vent your frustrations on?

"Your Majesty! Over there! There's a pillar over there!" Su Ming, quick as a flash, pointed to a thick, black, load-bearing pillar on the right side of the hall, so thick that it would take two people to hug it. "That's top-quality golden nanmu wood, as hard as iron. It's perfect for testing Your Majesty's divine strength!"

Ying Zheng turned his head and fixed his gaze on the pillar.

"it is good."

There were no fancy moves, not even any build-up of energy.

Ying Zheng simply walked to the pillar, raised his right hand, which was covered in red hair and had nails like knives, and swung it over lightly as if swatting a fly.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap rising from the ground.

Before the horrified eyes of the court officials, the massive golden nanmu pillar that supported the dome of the main hall and was strong enough to withstand immense force exploded instantly under Ying Zheng's palm, just like a crispy egg roll!

It didn't break, it shattered!

Countless wood chips shot out like bullets, hitting the surrounding walls and floor with muffled "thud thud thud".

The entire Xianyang Palace shook violently, and dust fell in a flurry, as if an earthquake had struck.

"this……"

Li Si had just gotten up from the ground when he saw this scene, and his legs went weak, causing him to kneel back down. He stared wide-eyed at the pillar that had been smashed in half, his mind completely blank.

Is this even human?

Let alone a human, even Xiang Yu, who was said to be able to uproot mountains, couldn't possibly smash this thing into dust with one slap, right?

The smoke and dust cleared.

Ying Zheng stood amidst the ruins, looking at his unharmed hands, and an unprecedented fervor and intoxication erupted from his green vertical pupils.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

"That felt great! So satisfying!"

Ying Zheng roared to the sky, his laughter echoing throughout the hall. He suddenly turned around and looked at Su Ming, his gaze so intense that Su Ming thought he was about to give him a suffocating hug.

"Minister Su! Tell me, what am I now? What level of cultivation have I reached?"

"Humans absolutely do not possess such power!"

Su Ming swallowed hard, thinking to himself: Of course that's not human. You are now a noble T-virus infected body, the first generation red-haired zombie king.

But this is definitely the truth that can't be said.

Su Ming straightened his clothes, adopted the air of a charlatan, and loudly proclaimed:

"Your Majesty! This is the realm of 'Corpse Dissolution Immortal'!"

"Mortals cultivate immortality by refining their Qi into spirit. But Your Majesty is a supreme emperor of all time, naturally following the path of tyranny! The so-called 'corpse liberation' is to be reborn from the brink of death, discarding that decaying mortal body and reforging an immortal divine form!"

"His Majesty has long since transcended the Three Realms and is no longer bound by the Five Elements!"

"Invulnerability to blades and spears is basic; immense strength is merely an additional attribute. As long as Your Majesty continues to cultivate, you may one day be able to tear apart gods and demons with your bare hands and tread upon the heavens!"

This shower of flattery pleased Ying Zheng greatly.

Beyond the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements?

That sounds incredibly powerful!

"Excellent! What a master of corpse dissection!" Ying Zheng waved his hand, his sharp fingernails drawing five cold streaks in the air. "Minister Su, you have rendered such a great service, reward me! I will reward you handsomely!"

However, before he could finish speaking...

Ying Zheng's expression suddenly changed.

After the initial burst of pleasure subsided, an even more intense and unbearable hunger surged up like a tide.

This thirst isn't just a dry throat; it's as if every cell is wailing, yearning for some warm, sweet-smelling liquid.

"water……"

Ying Zheng clutched his throat, the green light in his eyes flashing intensely, his breathing becoming heavy and labored. "No... ordinary water won't do... I want..."

His gaze began to wander uncontrollably throughout the hall.

Finally, it landed on the eunuch closest to him.

The young eunuch had fair and delicate skin, and the major artery in his neck throbbed beneath his skin, exuding an alluring vitality.

"Gulp."

Ying Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and a trickle of saliva actually escaped from the corner of his mouth. It was a predator's instinct, a primal urge to pounce, tear, and swallow.

Oh no! The side effects are kicking in!

Su Ming knew he was in trouble the moment he saw this.

This is the bloodthirsty instinct modified by the T virus. If Ying Zheng were to actually indulge in such behavior in the main hall, the story would change from a fantasy cultivation novel to a biohazard. At that point, who among the officials would dare to follow him?

"Your Majesty, wait!"

Su Ming roared and, with a thought, retrieved something he had prepared long ago from the system's inventory.

It was a huge crystal glass filled with a dark red liquid that emitted a strong smell of blood, but upon closer inspection, there was also a hint of tomato fragrance.

【Special Blood Tomato Juice】

*System Description: A meal replacement beverage specially developed for beginner-level zombie scavengers. Made with fresh cow's blood and a high concentration of lycopene, it effectively suppresses bloodlust, has a smooth texture, and a sweet aftertaste.*

"Your Majesty! This is the 'Heaven-Mending Elixir' that I specially prepared for you!"

Su Ming, holding the cup, rushed to Ying Zheng, blocking his view of the little eunuch. "Now that you have just attained immortality, the grains and cereals of the mortal realm are no longer worthy of your status. You must drink this to replenish your divine power!"

Ying Zheng's nose twitched twice.

The strong smell of blood instantly whetted his appetite. Although it couldn't compare to the tempting smell of a living person, it was enough to make him temporarily forget about the little eunuch.

"Give it to me!"

Ying Zheng snatched the crystal cup and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

"Glug... Glug..."

Dark red liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth, staining the red hair on his chest, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

After drinking a cup, the burning thirst was finally subsided somewhat.

Ying Zheng let out a long sigh, licked the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, and his green vertical pupils became slightly clearer.

"The taste... is acceptable."

He casually tossed the crystal glass to Su Ming, but his gaze went past Su Ming's shoulder and landed on a corner of the hall.

There, kneeling, were several of Zhao Gao's most vocal followers who had previously clamored most fiercely and even drawn their swords to kill Su Ming.

At this moment, these people were huddled together, trembling, wishing they could bury themselves in the ground.

Ying Zheng looked at them, his fangs slightly upturned, revealing a cruel and cold smile.

The hunger that had just been suppressed by the tomato juice seemed to be stirring again.

He discovered that beverages made from inanimate objects could never be as "fresh" as those made from living things.

"Minister Su."

Ying Zheng slowly raised his hand, pointing at the ministers who were already terrified, his tongue licking his sharp fangs, his voice low and menacing like a demon's whisper:

"I think that although the juice quenches thirst, it is ultimately... not as filling as something hot."