Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

Like a wounded beast, he let out a heart-wrenching roar, his knees slamming heavily onto the cold snow. His hands dug so hard into the frozen earth beneath the snow that his fingernails cracked and bled, yet he remained oblivious! His eyes were filled with boundless rage and endless despair!

Those images were so real. His mother's eyes, filled with resentment, sorrow, and endless concern for her youngest son, before she passed away, were like a red-hot iron, deeply imprinted on his soul!

"A lie! It's all a lie! Mother... Mother was deceived by him! He killed Mother!!"

Hong Yi roared hoarsely, his voice filled with deep-seated hatred.

"This is the hatred of someone who killed my mother! An irreconcilable enmity!!"

He suddenly raised his head, letting the snowflakes fall on his face, melt, and mix with his tears.

He knelt three times with utmost respect before his mother's grave, his forehead striking the cold ground with a dull thud.

"Mother! Your unfilial son only now realizes the suffering you have endured!"

Hong Yi's voice was trembling with tears, yet unusually firm.

"Rest assured! I swear here and now that I will find out the truth, retrieve the cultivation technique you left behind, and make that Hong Xuanji... pay the price! I will make sure you can rest in peace in the afterlife!"

After saying that, he resolutely stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and the tears on his face, his eyes became as firm as a rock, turned around and strode down the mountain, his back view appearing resolute and lonely in the wind and snow.

……

Above the grave, snowflakes strangely swerved to the sides, and Ying Shaoyang's figure slowly emerged, like a ghost merging into this world.

He watched Hong Yi's departing figure silently, his face expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow.

The "memory images" that Hong Yi just saw were naturally manipulated by him.

He combined Hong Yi's vague memories of his mother's scattered and tragic experiences that already existed in his mind, and "thoughtfully" added a lot of details and causal relationships, carefully weaving them together.

Its purpose was to completely ignite Hong Yi's hatred for Hong Xuanji.

"Hong Yi is the protagonist of this world, favored by destiny."

Hong Xuanji was also a prodigy of this world, possessing some kind of destiny, formidable strength, and a profound foundation.

Ying Shaoyang was making plans in his mind.

"If things had followed the original trajectory, although Hong Yi hated his father in the early stages, it might not have been to the point of a life-or-death struggle. He would have wanted to prove himself and make his father admit his mistakes."

But now…

A barely perceptible smile curved his lips.

"The hatred for killing one's mother is irreconcilable."

The seed has been planted; it only awaits to take root and sprout.

He remembered that the core inheritance of the Supreme Dao, the "Two Scriptures of the Universe," was contained within the plum blossom painting left behind by Meng Bingyun. Originally, this painting would have been discovered by Hong Yi in his study, but it was later noticed and taken away by Hong Xuanji.

Now he's giving Hong Yi a heads-up, as long as Hong Yi can get his hands on the "Second Scripture of the Universe" first...

"Hong Xuanji's strength will definitely be affected if he loses the 'Two Scriptures of the Universe'."

Hong Yi, having obtained the system's cultivation techniques, will be able to rapidly increase his strength in the early stages. If this father and son were to engage in a fierce battle prematurely…

A hint of anticipation flashed in Ying Shaoyang's eyes.

"The waters of this Yang God world are about to be completely muddied."

The schemes of those old guys hiding behind the scenes will likely be disrupted.

This world will surely become...extraordinarily lively.

Having dealt with this matter concerning the "world mission," Ying Shaoyang felt much more relaxed and had ample time to explore this world.

His divine sense slowly spread out, like invisible ripples, carefully sensing the surrounding天地能量 (heaven and earth energy).

"The energy of heaven and earth here, in terms of 'quantity,' does not seem to be as abundant and surging as that of the Great Qin world, but..."

Ying Shaoyang raised an eyebrow slightly, savoring the moment.

"Its 'quality' is quite special, carrying a unique 'spirituality', giving people a feeling that lies between pure energy of heaven and earth and refined spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

He understood.

"As expected, the world level is higher. Although the total energy seems to be less than that of the Great Qin Dynasty after being frantically transformed by immortal artifacts and formations, this difference in 'quality' has already created a huge gap in levels. This means that in this world, cultivating the same techniques will be more efficient, and breaking through bottlenecks may be easier."

Just then, his consciousness subconsciously reached out towards the higher and more distant sky.

boom!
A powerful, violent, and destructive aura of thunder, as if startled by his divine sense, suddenly brewed in the heavens! As soon as Ying Shaoyang's divine sense approached that area, he felt a terrifying repulsion and aggression, as if he had angered some ancient, dormant will!
Ying Shaoyang was startled and immediately withdrew his divine sense like a tide, and the feeling of being locked on slowly disappeared.

"The Heavenly Dao of this realm seems to be extremely sensitive and exclusive..."

His gaze narrowed slightly, and he abandoned his plan to investigate further immediately.

"Alright, since we're new here, we should keep a low profile for now and get a basic understanding of this world first."

His divine sense turned down the mountain and quickly sensed a hidden cave on the back mountain, where a nest of... fox spirits lived? Their auras were not strong, but they were full of spirituality.

What caught Ying Shaoyang's attention even more was that deep within that fox den, there were tens of thousands of books of all kinds! Classics, histories, philosophical works, miscellaneous anecdotes, martial arts manuals—it had everything, it was practically a small library.

"interesting."

Ying Shaoyang scanned the books with his divine sense and quickly found dozens of the most basic martial arts manuals.

With just a cursory glance, he could discern the development of martial arts in this world. Although these texts might be commonplace in this world, they offered a glimpse into the essence of martial arts.

Ultimately, his attention settled on a seemingly ordinary book whose pages were faintly shrouded in a layer of divine intent.

He imprinted the information from this book and dozens of other basic martial arts classics into his consciousness, and then stopped paying attention to the fox den.

"The martial arts of this world are based on strengthening the physical body, developing human potential, pursuing the flow of qi and blood like a dragon, and the substantiality of fist intent. The potential for growth is indeed enormous. When cultivated to a high level, one has the ability to move mountains and fill seas."

Ying Shaoyang quickly analyzed the information about the cultivation technique he had just obtained, then shook his head. "But... it's not suitable for the Great Qin."

He saw clearly.

"The core of this type of cultivation method is the nourishment and development of the physical body. The cultivation process requires the consumption of massive amounts of food essence and blood essence to support it. If it were to be promoted on a large scale in the Qin Dynasty, it would inevitably lead to a geometric increase in the consumption of grain and meat. The current Qin Dynasty cannot support such a terrifying consumption of resources."

After organizing the initial information, Ying Shaoyang's figure slowly faded away again, disappearing into the wind and snow, as he began his deeper exploration of this world.

After imprinting the information from those basic martial arts manuals into his mind, Ying Shaoyang stopped paying attention to them and let them return to the pile of books in the fox den.

He already had a clear understanding of the martial arts system in this world.

"This kind of cultivation method takes the path of extreme development of the physical body and condensation of qi and blood, and the demand for resources is too terrifying. It may be feasible if only a few elites are trained."

But if we want to promote it on a large scale in the Qin world..."

Ying Shaoyang shook his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void, seeing the spiritual roots and herbs among the various mountain ranges of the Great Qin, which were striving to transform the energy of heaven and earth.

"I'm afraid that the spiritual herbs transplanted to various places will be consumed by cultivators as a great tonic."

These elixirs are currently converting energy for the Qin world day and night, and their long-term value is far greater than creating some 'strongmen' in a short period of time.

Such actions would be a losing proposition for the Qin world.

His perspective on issues has transcended the limitations of a single dynasty and a single emperor.

"The path to advancement in the Great Qin world does not require the same reliance on top experts forcibly breaking through the world's limits as in this world."

For the world itself, if it cannot cultivate top-tier powerhouses capable of giving back to the world, then having a sufficient number of lower-level cultivators who can return the energy they have gained from cultivation to heaven and earth after their deaths would actually be more beneficial.

"Moreover," Ying Shaoyang thought a little deeper.

“Once one reaches a certain level by cultivating such techniques, one will face the temptation of immortality. At that time, the cultivator's lifespan will be extremely long, even equal to that of heaven and earth. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that they absorb will be like stagnant water that only goes in and never comes out, unable to return to the cycle of heaven and earth. This is not a good thing for the long-term development of the world.”

He had a clear distinction in his mind.

"As the Emperor of Qin, I naturally hope to have as many strong men under my command as possible."

But as the ruler of the Great Qin world, I am even more obligated to maintain the world's own growth and cycle. I may comprehend this skill myself to compensate for minor deficiencies in my physical cultivation, but I will absolutely not promote it within the Great Qin.

Setting aside his thoughts on martial arts, Ying Shaoyang opened the book he had obtained from the fox den, a book titled "The Dao Scripture." This book was the general outline of soul cultivation in this world, explaining many mysteries such as soul leaving the body, manifesting through tribulations, and transforming yin into yang.

His cultivation has always involved martial arts techniques, and after breaking through to the primordial spirit realm, he has relied more on his primordial spirit to nourish and nurture his physical body. He has not had much contact with specialized soul cultivation systems and needs new inspiration to make connections with other systems.

However, after he had only glanced at the Taoist scriptures for a few moments, he raised an eyebrow and suddenly turned to look in the direction of the fox den.

"You're hiding your true colors, come out before me!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and grabbed at the void!
Boom!

A gigantic hand, formed entirely from pure lightning energy, appeared out of thin air! Electric snakes writhed and lightning flashed across the hand, radiating a terrifying pressure of supreme yang and strength, capable of vanquishing evil and destroying demons. Instantly, it pierced through the wind and snow, ignoring spatial distance, and directly penetrated the depths of the hidden fox den!

"what!"

A startled and angry shout came from the cave. The next moment, a woman with a faint fragrance of incense and an incomparably charming appearance was snatched out of the cave by the giant thunder hand like a chicken and thrown onto the snow in front of Ying Shaoyang without any resistance.

This woman is none other than the Fragrant Fox Queen, one of the eight great demon immortals of the world who is also the Yuanfei of the Great Qian Dynasty, and who is secretly cultivating in the fox den!

Her face paled, her once charming features now filled with shock and anger.

She was a first-stage ghost immortal with a powerful soul, but in front of Ying Shaoyang's giant hand, which contained the aura of the righteous thunder of heaven and earth, it was as if she had encountered a natural nemesis. Her soul trembled, and her ghost immortal magic power was suppressed to the point that she could hardly mobilize it!
"Who are you?! How dare you be so disrespectful to me!"

The Fox Queen forced herself to remain calm, her body enveloped in the power of incense and prayer, attempting to create a domain. Her voice held a hint of anger as she questioned him. Although she refused to show weakness in her demeanor, alarm bells were ringing deep within her. The person before her gave her a sense of unfathomable depth, a feeling of terror akin to facing the heavens and earth.

Ying Shaoyang did not answer her question, but instead carefully scanned her body and soul with his divine sense. After a moment, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes, which then turned into a faint disappointment.

“Soul cultivation and physical cultivation are clearly separated, even disconnected from each other... What's even more peculiar is that they actually mix incense and vows into their soul cultivation, while still retaining such a strong animalistic instinct…”

Ying Shaoyang shook his head slightly.

"Is this what the path of cultivation is like in this world?"

He compared it to what he knew.

"The so-called 'reincarnation' sounds mysterious, but in reality it is more akin to possession, which is extremely risky and cannot be compared with the reincarnation of the primordial spirit that I know. Even in the world of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, although there are incense offerings and gods, cultivators would never dare to give up their own primordial spirit. The primordial spirit is the precious raft that cultivators use to cross the sea of ​​suffering and seek transcendence."

When the Fox King saw that Ying Shaoyang did not answer, but instead looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, even with a hint of...disdain, he was both surprised and angry, but more than anything, he felt a sense of awe.

She quickly suppressed her anger, took a deep breath, and gave Ying Shaoyang a graceful bow, lowering her posture considerably.

"Senior, calm down."

The Fox King's voice was soft and alluring, tinged with a hint of probing.

"This junior is the Yuanfei of the Great Qian Dynasty. May I ask where your immortal home is, and what brings you here to offer guidance? This junior is blind and cannot imagine when such a top-level expert, who cultivates the righteous path of thunder and whose life force is so different from that of ordinary people, has appeared in the world."

Her words were flattering, but also highlighted her own background, attempting to reassure Ying Shaoyang. "His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, with a heart that embraces the four seas, sincerely invites heroes from all over the world. If you are interested, I am willing to make an introduction. His Majesty will certainly welcome you with open arms and offer you precious treasures, without any hesitation."

Upon hearing this, Ying Shaoyang frowned slightly, seemingly uninterested in her suggestion.

The next moment, a flash of lightning appeared in his hand, and the dark silver orb with countless swirling starlight and shadows inside reappeared.

He didn't say much, but simply extended his index finger and gently tapped the bead.

call out!
A beam of starlight, condensed to the point of being tangible and imbued with the Daoist principles of annihilation and rebirth, shot out from the orb and swiftly entered the Fox Queen's brow, directly imprinting itself on the core of her soul!
The Fox Queen's soul was already suppressed by the thunderous aura, and her reaction was a beat slower. By the time she realized something was wrong, she had already been hit!

"You...what did you do to me?!"

The Fox King's face turned deathly pale instantly, his soul trembled violently, and his eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.

She clearly felt that something, like the most vicious curse, was deeply rooted in the very foundation of her soul! The soul is the lifeblood of a cultivator; once it is controlled by another, one's life and death are not in one's own hands, making one no different from a puppet!
As one of the Eight Great Demon Immortals, having roamed the world for many years, how could she have ever suffered such humiliation and threat? But at this moment, facing Ying Shaoyang's unfathomable strength and unpredictable methods, the shadow of death completely enveloped her. (End of Chapter)