Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

Chapter 123 Granting Ying Zheng Immortality?!

The mysterious voice rang out once more.

It remained indifferent, but with an added, inexplicable indifference compared to before.

"The method to achieve immortality, the elixir of immortality?"

"Heaven and earth have their order, and all things have their end. To live without dying is not the way of man."

"no."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.

All the officials of the Qin Dynasty were shocked; some looked dazed, while others had dimmed eyes.

There is no way to achieve immortality, nor is there any elixir of life.

Although they knew that even if they wanted to obtain the method and elixir of immortality, they wouldn't have many chances.

However, upon hearing such certainty from Lord Wushan, they were still somewhat disappointed.

Doesn't this mean that life and death are predetermined, and no one can escape death?

among the crowd.

Xu Fu, a sorcerer, was also somewhat lost and disoriented.

Zhang Liang sneered inwardly, thinking to himself that he had just been dreaming. The First Emperor was simply indulging in wishful thinking.

Huang Shigong and many Taoists and Yin-Yang masters all had complex expressions and sighed.

Of all the people, the most distraught was naturally Ying Zheng.

He stood on the altar, yet felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, his heart empty and speechless.

Suddenly, as if grasping at a last straw, he asked urgently, "I have heard that there are three immortal mountains in the sea, where immortals dwell and the elixir of immortality reside—"

These words startled everyone, and before they could recover, the mysterious voice responded once again.

"There are no sacred mountains, no immortals, and no so-called elixir of immortality."

Su Chen's tone was very calm.

Over the centuries, whenever he occasionally went out, he would carefully explore the surrounding area.

The result is obvious: the so-called fairy mountains, immortals, and elixirs of immortality are all fictitious.

He is the exception —

Why would Ying Zheng ask such a question? It's obvious without even thinking—it must have been Xu Fu who said it. Xu Fu was a fraud, that's beyond doubt.

They directly used the rhetoric of immortality to deceive Ying Zheng.

Of course, as the person who unified the six kingdoms, did Ying Zheng have any doubts?

They must have had doubts, but probably took a chance, thinking there wouldn't be much to lose, and decided to give it a try.

With just a few words, Xu Fu tricked thousands of boys and girls, as well as various craftsmen and grain seeds.

It's almost equivalent to an entire, complete agricultural civilization!

What is he trying to do?

Legend has it that Xu Fu, with thousands of boys and girls, artisans, grain seeds, and other supplies, arrived at the small island nation of Fusang, where he settled, established a kingdom, spread civilization, and never returned to the Qin Dynasty.

Su Chen's gaze turned slightly cold.

Just as he was deep in thought.

At the foot of Misty Mountain, on the altar.

Ying Zheng's expression suddenly froze, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes dimmed.

At that moment, he knew perfectly well that Xu Fu had likely deceived him.

However, he still clung to that last glimmer of hope in his heart, somewhat deceiving himself.

among the crowd.

Xu Fu's face was deathly pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his hands trembled involuntarily.

Just as he was losing his composure and thinking about how to escape.

On the altar.

The distraught Ying Zheng suddenly remembered something, and a glimmer of light flashed in his previously dim eyes.

Looking towards Wushan, he asked a question that shocked everyone.

Ying Zheng's tone was urgent, with a slight tremor in his voice, "What about the Divine Lord?"

"Since the divine ruler is here, does he not exist forever?"

The words were spoken.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

Everyone instinctively held their breath.

Yes.

This God of Mist Mountain has existed for hundreds of years since the Western Zhou Dynasty!

As far as the world knows, he has existed for five or six hundred years, and that is only what is known. As for how long he has actually existed, no one knows.

Isn't this God of Mist Mountain someone who has been living in the world forever?

Isn't this the very essence of immortality?

Above the misty mountain, the clouds and mist surged, and there was no response for a long time, causing many thoughts to arise in everyone's minds.

Just as they were thinking that the First Emperor might have angered the God of Mist Mountain and were gloating over his misfortune.

The mysterious voice continued to slowly resound.

"Yes."

The voice was calm.

"I can live on as long as I want; in your terms, that is immortality, eternal life."

The air seemed to freeze as soon as he said that.

Ying Zheng's eyes trembled.

Xu Fu's breath hitched.

Huang Shigong, Zhang Liang, and the others instinctively gasped.

Although they had suspected it beforehand, the impact of hearing those words from the mouth of the God of Mist Mountain was still unimaginable.

The God of Mist Mountain, can he really live forever?!

Just as everyone was shaken, the mysterious voice rang out again, this time with a hint of interest.

"Zhao Zheng, I am in a good mood today and am quite interested in you. I can give you a chance. On the day you die, I will personally come to see you and grant you immortality."

"I want to see what will happen to you in the afterlife, since you were originally destined to die—"

Su Chen said calmly.

In 210 BC, Ying Zheng died of illness at the Sand Dune Platform during his fifth eastern tour, at the age of nearly 50.

At that time, he will personally descend upon the dunes and grant Ying Zheng immortality.

In the past, he wouldn't have had any way to achieve immortality, or rather, it would have been very troublesome.

But now, having transformed into the Azure Dragon of the East, it is quite simple to grant Ying Zheng immortality, or even allow him to live for thousands of years.

Whether it's bestowing the blood of the Azure Dragon upon him to replenish his bloodline, or mobilizing his life force to extend his lifespan, it's all very simple.

Ying Zheng's life essence was very low; for him, it could only replenish the vitality lost in his lifespan, which was no different from the elixir of immortality.

Just as he was deep in thought.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

At the foot of the misty mountain, there was a sudden moment of silence, followed by a burst of exclamations that could no longer be suppressed.

A series of exclamations rang out.

among the crowd.

Zhang Liang, Huang Shigong, Xiang Liang, and the others' expressions changed drastically, their eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

What did the God of Mist Mountain say?

He said he was willing to grant the First Emperor immortality.

They can't believe it.

From the Western Zhou Dynasty to the present, how many emperors have sought but failed to obtain something, yet the First Emperor was able to get it?

What gives Zhao Zheng the right to do this?!

Why did the God of Mist Mountain bestow such a thing upon him? How could it grant him immortality?!

If Zhao Zheng could live forever, that would be incredible!

Xiang Liang and the others looked extremely ugly, their hearts filled with resentment and jealousy.

At this moment, Xu Fu was also stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

The things that the sorcerers had been searching for and seeking but could not obtain, were so casually bestowed upon them by the God of Mist Mountain.

How could the First Emperor have obtained it?

In a short time.

Jealousy, resentment, and shock surged within him amidst the crowd.

Just as everyone's emotions were fluctuating.

On the altar.

Ying Zheng also appeared dazed.

He was also incredulous and couldn't believe what Wushan Shenjun had said.

He spoke hastily, his tone urgent, "Is the Divine Lord's word truly sincere? Does he truly wish to grant me immortality?"

His voice was filled with excitement and trembling.