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

However, looking around, the clothes of pedestrians on the street still appear messy and old, and many people are even wearing clothes full of patches. In some corners of the city, you can still see poor people who are barely clothed.

"Cloth... Qin is still short of cloth."

Ying Shaoyang gently put down his chopsticks, his gaze passing through the restaurant window as he looked at this seemingly prosperous but actually shallow-rooted small town. His understanding of the current state of the Qin Dynasty deepened once again.

The problem of cotton cloth supply is clearly not something that can be solved overnight.

The Qin Dynasty had many fertile lands with abundant water and heat, but the people were attached to their homeland and would not leave their homes unless forced to do so. Who would be willing to leave their hometown to cultivate wasteland and plant cotton in the harsh northwest? This was the root of the predicament that Liu Bang, the Minister of the Imperial Household, had encountered.

"Perhaps... the solution still lies with Father."

Ying Shaoyang seemed to be deep in thought.

He recalled that in the past dynasties, there was a common practice of exiling criminals to remote and harsh lands to cultivate land and defend the borders.

The laws of the Qin Dynasty are now very strict, and there are naturally many criminals, but...

He shook his head slightly. Because of the existence of the "Demon Refining Tower," most of the criminals captured by the Great Qin Dynasty, regardless of their severity, are thrown directly into the tower, where their life force and soul are used as resources to help refine various magical artifacts and elixirs.

This rendered the traditional punishment of "exile" virtually meaningless, and prison guards in various places became much less busy as a result.

"However, the Demon Refining Tower has also helped me refine many immortal artifacts, and its contribution is invaluable."

Ying Shaoyang's mind raced.

Those immortal artifacts produced by the Demon Refining Tower or forged with its assistance are now floating outside the Great Qin World, like a stabilizing force, suppressing fortune and converting chaotic energy more efficiently.

This is why, although the Qin world has only recently advanced, the total amount and activity level of its natural energy have already surpassed that of the goblin world, which relied on instinct to slowly accumulate energy.

His gaze was distant, as if he could see the future.

"If my Great Qin world could possess trillions of beings practicing martial arts and cultivation, absorbing and releasing the energy of heaven and earth, and feeding back the world's origin... then the strength of my Great Qin world would far surpass the Goblin World, and even... surpass the Yang God Great World would not be impossible!"

Thinking of this, the gloom in his heart caused by the shortage of cloth immediately dissipated. He got up, paid for the drinks, and leisurely stepped out of the restaurant.

With a slight thought, white clouds gathered beneath his feet, carrying him slowly into the air, drifting gracefully towards Xianyang, the capital of Qin.

He did not use his speed, but instead looked down at the vibrant land beneath his feet as if on a leisurely stroll.

High in the sky, his divine sense could perceive the pulse of the entire Qin world more clearly. In the void, the hundreds of thousands of newly formed stars were like bottomless pits, greedily devouring the energy that had undergone initial transformation through the membrane of heaven and earth. Their starlight twinkled, and they themselves were slowly growing.

The energy that was swallowed up was quickly drawn from the chaos by the membrane of heaven and earth, transformed and replenished, forming a virtuous cycle.

In the center of the palace, the giant tree, which had already transformed into a spiritual root of heaven and earth, seemed to have some of its branches and leaves piercing through space and reaching into the void, spontaneously absorbing and transforming energy. Outside the barrier of heaven and earth, more than a dozen immortal artifacts, like tireless craftsmen, continuously poured pure energy of heaven and earth into the Great Qin world.

Although the daily growth may seem small, like accumulating soil to form a mountain and water to form a deep pool, the Qin Empire is indeed steadily growing and expanding. Everything is developing in a positive direction.

"The Great Qin of today is like the rising sun, full of vitality and potential."

Ying Shaoyang stood on white clouds, his clothes fluttering, his mood becoming increasingly peaceful.

"That goblin world, though seemingly fierce, is actually a dead end, nothing more than withered bones in a graveyard, not worth mentioning."

He even felt that if it weren't for the opportunity to properly hone the Qin soldiers, to put them through the trials of blood and fire so that they could truly grow stronger, he could have easily cleaned up the goblin world on his own, even if it took some time.

……

In stark contrast to Ying Shaoyang's leisurely demeanor, the tension and urgency within the military government offices of Xianyang City were almost palpable.

For several days in a row, the gates of the military headquarters were wide open, and generals in armor, looking anxious, rushed in or ran out exhausted with new orders.

Meals were delivered directly to the military compound, and the place was brightly lit at night, with arguments and discussions often continuing until late into the night.

Inside the main hall, Han Xin, known as the "God of War," had bloodshot eyes as he stared intently at the seemingly endless markings on the sand table representing the enemy army. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He always took pride in his battle formations and strategic calculations. When teaching at the Royal Military Academy, his ability to deduce ancient and modern battles was unparalleled.

But this time, facing an opponent who required no scheming and was purely a contest of absolute strength and attrition, he felt powerless for the first time in his life.

"When the enemy's numbers reach trillions, no amount of ingenious schemes or brilliant strategies will be of much use! In the end, it comes down to the soldiers' physical strength, equipment, willpower, and the replenishment of reserves!"

Han Xin's voice was hoarse, tinged with resentment.

"The veteran general Li Jing said in a deep voice."

"General Qi's 'fire pit trap' strategy is indeed a good idea. If we can find a special kind of oil that can burn anything once lit and is extremely difficult to extinguish, and pour it into the pit in advance, then ignite it when the enemy rushes in, we will surely achieve great success!"

The generals nodded in agreement and began a heated discussion about the details of how to dig pits, how to lure the enemy, and how to ensure the effectiveness of the fire attack, as if they regarded this "pit digging" tactic as the key to victory.

However, just as the discussion was getting more and more heated, and even the specific size and distribution of the pits were being planned, a voice rang out with a hint of hesitation.

"This humble general...this humble general believes that although this plan is good, it is...but I am afraid it will be difficult to implement."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Meng Tian, ​​who was always calm and taciturn.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he took a deep breath and continued.

"Unless it's a particularly treacherous terrain, it's almost impossible to dig a massive pit stretching for miles and hundreds of meters deep on flat ground in a short time... enough to bury a large number of enemy vanguard soldiers. A few dozen meters deep is already like a deep well, requiring countless manpower and resources; hundreds of meters..."

He shook his head and didn't say anything more.

In fact, this question had been lingering in his mind for a long time, but seeing that renowned generals such as Wang Jian, Han Xin, and Li Jing all attached great importance to this strategy, he did not dare to raise it for the time being.

But as the discussion deepened and some people even started mentioning what kind of kerosene to mix, he felt that if he didn't speak up, it might delay important matters, so he reluctantly spoke up.

As soon as Meng Tian finished speaking, the once noisy military hall fell into a deathly silence.

The generals, who had just been enthusiastically discussing the details of the pitfall, unconsciously blushed with embarrassment. They had focused solely on the feasibility of the tactic, neglecting the difficulty of implementing the most basic engineering feasibility.

When Meng Tian pointed this out, it felt like a castle in the air had suddenly collapsed.

Wang Jian sighed heavily, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and his voice was filled with exhaustion.

"General Meng's words are reasonable. It was we who were a bit too hasty and confused."

He stared at the endless enemy markings on the sand table, and a profound sense of powerlessness washed over him once more. Faced with such an enemy, was there truly... no way to defeat them?
Deep within the palace, the atmosphere in the Imperial Study was completely different from the anxiety in the Military Secretariat, but even colder and more resolute.

The gazes of the four imperial concubines, Lü Zhi, Qu Ruo, Jing Rou, and Zhao Shan, met in the air. Without needing to say a word, they could already read the unwavering determination in each other's eyes.

"Your Majesty... is ultimately too benevolent."

Lü Zhi spoke slowly, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible tenderness and determination.

"In his eyes, the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace were perhaps just servants."

But in our view, since they have enjoyed the resources of the royal family, cultivated themselves in the palace, and benefited from it, they are part of the royal family, His Majesty's shield and sword! In times of danger, they should be at the forefront; how can His Majesty bear the burden alone?

Qu Ruo's slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, her eyes sharp.

According to ancient records, there were many insidious magical treasures with immense power that required the sacrifice of living beings. The crafting of such treasures often required the consumption of a massive amount of life force and soul.

That new world is teeming with countless powerful beings—perfect 'materials'!

Jing Rou took over the conversation, her tone carrying a hint of ruthlessness.

"Even if we sisters, along with the eunuchs and maids in the palace who already possess some strength, aren't sent directly to the front lines to fight, surely we could stay behind and refine some practical magical artifacts? Yet His Majesty hasn't even considered this, and actually plans to release Li Xiuning, Shen Luoyan, and the others out of the palace to build an army... This is clearly..."

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Shan's beautiful eyes as she spoke resolutely.

"His Majesty wants to shoulder everything alone! He must think the enemy is too strong and doesn't want us to be in danger! But as His Majesty's women, how can we sit idly by and watch him put himself in such a perilous situation?! We absolutely will not allow it!"

The four women had reached a consensus, and a bold and crazy idea began to take root and solidify in their hearts.

"Pass down the order," Lü Zhi said coldly.

"Summon all the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace who have achieved Foundation Establishment and whose spirits are stable, and gather them in the secret hall of the West Garden. I will personally... teach them some 'practical' Taoist techniques."

Qu Ruo added.

"Not only must we teach that rudimentary spell of 'turning fossils into mud,' but we must also impart... the method of crafting the 'Ten Thousand Souls Banner'!"

Ten Thousand Soul Banners!
The moment the name was uttered, even the air seemed to freeze.

This is a notorious demonic artifact, requiring at least a million souls as a catalyst to even begin its refinement! Once completed, the mere movement of the banner will cause ten thousand souls to howl in unison, capable of corrupting the artifact and shaking the souls of cultivators; it is said that even the souls of true immortals can be shaken! The refining process is incredibly cruel, and the refiner must endure an overwhelming karmic backlash!

However, its advantages are equally prominent—the refining method is relatively simple, requiring no profound weapon-refining skills, only boldness, ruthlessness, and fearlessness of being burdened by karma! Moreover, it is a rare large-area attack magic weapon, which is perfect for dealing with the overwhelming and endless sea of ​​goblins!

"For His Majesty, for the Great Qin, we sisters will bear this small amount of karma together!"

Jing Rou's voice was resolute.

They have made up their minds to carry out this in secret, without letting His Majesty know. If they can forge this banner, it might be able to relieve His Majesty's worries and turn the tide of battle at a crucial moment!

……

Just as undercurrents were swirling within the palace, outside the palace, led by Wang Jian, thousands of Qin generals gathered at the palace gates, requesting an audience.

Having just returned to the palace, Ying Shaoyang scanned the area outside with his divine sense and took in the entire scene.

He looked at the generals, most of whom had heroic faces but had not even reached the first level of life, and sighed softly in his heart.

With such strength, what difference is there between sending them to their deaths in the upcoming world war? What he wants to train is a powerful and capable army, not human food for goblins.

Senior generals such as Wang Jian followed at the front of the column, unconsciously lowering their breathing.

His Majesty's prestige among the people and the military is at its zenith, and his strength is unfathomable, reaching an inconceivable level. No one dares to show the slightest disrespect in his presence.

The palace gates slowly opened, and the generals, guided by eunuchs, entered the palace grounds with heavy hearts and reverence.

The moment they stepped through the palace gates, a sudden change occurred!
The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to come alive, spontaneously, gently, and powerfully flowing into their bodies without them needing to actively absorb it! This extremely pure spiritual energy didn't even require them to refine it; it circulated freely in their meridians and then merged into their dantian without any hindrance!

Everyone's internal strength is increasing at a rate that can be seen with the naked eye!

"This……"

The generals were stunned at first, then their eyes blazed with wild joy! Without any hesitation, they almost instinctively began to breathe heavily, greedily absorbing the pure spiritual energy within the palace that far surpassed that of the outside world!
They knew better than anyone that in this impending brutal war, every bit of increase in their own strength would increase their chances of survival on the battlefield and their efficiency in killing the enemy! No one wanted to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to improve!

As they actively absorbed the energy, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be summoned, surging towards them even more fiercely, like a warm tide, cleansing their meridians and strengthening their inner power.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

A series of soft buzzing sounds and fluctuations of energy rang out among the crowd. One after another, generals who had been stuck at their bottlenecks for a long time broke through their current realms on the spot under the infusion of this dense, almost impenetrable spiritual energy!

Some stepped from the peak of the acquired realm to the innate realm, some stepped from the early stage of the innate realm to the middle stage, and some even experienced a sudden surge in their aura, stepping into a stable first-level life level!
All the generals who had broken through, upon sensing the changes within themselves, showed expressions of excitement and gratitude. They all stopped in their tracks, straightened their clothes, and bowed deeply with utmost respect towards the main hall of the imperial palace! Then, with even greater awe and excitement, they strode resolutely toward the hall that would determine the fate of the Qin Dynasty.

They knew that this might be an opportunity given to them by His Majesty, and a glimmer of hope for the Great Qin to struggle for survival in this catastrophe!
On a secluded mountaintop somewhere within the palace grounds, Ying Shaoyang stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the generals who were steadily entering the main hall. He sighed softly. The infusion of spiritual energy he had just received was, of course, intentional. The strength of the military generals was actually inferior to that of some palace maids living in seclusion; this situation absolutely could not continue. (End of Chapter)