After millions of years in the library, I became an Immortal Emperor.

"Mother."

Inside the hut, the young woodcutter knelt beside the bed and held the hand of the woman on the bed. The woman looked at him weakly.

"Xiao Zheng, you've suffered a lot following in your mother's footsteps."

She said softly, her face ashen and bloodless, a sign of the five signs of decay, indicating she wouldn't live much longer.

The young woodcutter shook his head and picked up the medicine from the side.

"It's not Mother's fault, it's my fault. I shouldn't have argued with my brothers, and I shouldn't have hurt them."

He said he fed the woman on the bed medicine spoonful by spoonful.

The woman reached out and touched the young woodcutter's head.

"It's not your fault. It's because your mother doesn't have a powerful family to protect you."

"Your talent is better than theirs; they're just jealous of you and resort to such methods to cripple your potential."

"if……"

"Mother, please stop. I think things are fine as they are. No one bothers me here, and I can live a peaceful and carefree life. It wouldn't be bad to live like this forever."

The young woodcutter interrupted the woman, as if he had already smoothed out his rough edges, his only concern being his mother on the bed.

The woman looked at him and sighed softly.

After a long while, once the woman on the bed had fallen asleep, the young woodcutter walked out of the house and let out a soft sigh.

Looking up, I could see people in the courtyard.

It was that scholar, sitting on a wooden chair in the courtyard, quietly flipping through a book in one hand.

He hadn't left yet.

"You didn't leave?"

He frowned and asked.

Lin Fan looked up at him and smiled faintly.

"It's quiet here, perfect for reading. I plan to stay here a while longer. I hope you won't object."

Lin Fan said with a smile.

The young woodcutter glanced at him.

"what ever."

Then he ignored it and just drew water from the well in the yard, then started a fire to cook.

Everything was just like that of an ordinary farmer.

As the sun set and the last rays of sunlight disappeared at the edge of the earth, Lin Fan looked up and saw the young woodcutter lighting an oil lamp, then adding food and bringing it to the bedside.

"Xiao Zheng, are there any guests outside?"

The woman asked a question, and the young woodcutter was about to shake his head when Lin Fan's voice came from outside.

"I'm not really a guest, just a passerby who's borrowing this space to read a book. I hope you won't object, Madam."

With just one sentence, it seemed as if an invisible force soothed the woman's illness and made her breathing easier.

The woman was unaware, but the woodcutter beside her was utterly shocked.

He saw the color return to his mother's face and his mother's stiff arms begin to relax.

This is……

He looked at the scholar outside the courtyard and unconsciously took a deep breath.

"Sir, you flatter us. Our humble abode is simple and unassuming. It is our honor that you can study here."

The woman spoke with more strength, as if she had also noticed the changes in her body. She shook her head and smiled.

It seems these herbs are still useful.

"Thank you very much then."

Lin Fan said, and by the moonlight, he opened another book. In the quiet night, only the rustling sound of turning the pages could be heard.

"Who are you?"

After the woman fell asleep, the young woodcutter came to the courtyard, stood in front of Lin Fan, and asked.

"Scholars".

Lin Fan continued.

The young woodcutter looked over and saw only a pair of peaceful eyes, eyes that seemed to hold a vast ocean of stars.

The young woodcutter gave Lin Fan a deep look before returning to the house.

Lin Fan watched this scene and smiled faintly.

The night was as still as water, but it was broken at a certain moment by an untimely sound.

"laugh!"

An arrow pierced the night sky and shot towards the young woodcutter who was tidying up herbs inside the house.

The young woodcutter's expression changed, and he rolled over to dodge, but the arrow still pierced his shoulder. He groaned, and his shoulder was already covered in blood.

"Who?"

He looked outside the house, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

There was a moment of silence deep in the forest, then a voice rang out.

"Fourth Prince, it's been a long time. I never imagined that you, who had already been crippled, could still survive my arrows."

A man dressed in black emerged from the dense forest. He looked at the young woodcutter, then at the woman in the house, and smiled.

"So Madam Li is still alive. She's lucky to be alive."

"Very well, let's kill them all today."

Behind him were rows of dark figures, their eyes sharp, standing like an army in the dense forest.

The young woodcutter looked at the newcomer, gripped his axe tightly, and his expression turned solemn.

"Xiao Zheng..."

The woman on the bed woke up and looked at the scene before her with a look of despair on her face.

"Mother, it's alright."

The young woodcutter simply stood in front of the door, blocking the woman's view, and stared straight at the person outside.

"Fourth Prince, please don't blame me. The Emperor is critically ill, and Great Qin needs someone to take charge. Someone actually recommended you to the Emperor."

"So you can't live."

The man in black spoke, flipping his hand to reveal a black short blade, a faint aura of sword intent swirling around it.

He is a killer at the Divine Power Realm.

Ignoring the young woodcutter who was staring intently at him with a machete, he simply tossed the black dagger in his hand.

The Fourth Prince, Ye Buzheng, has been deposed and is now just an ordinary person. Killing an ordinary person is too easy.

"laugh!"

The black dagger swept through the void, leaving a trail of afterimages, but in the end it landed in a clean, jade-like hand.

"Disturbing a scholar's sweet dreams is a major taboo."

The sound made them notice that there was another person in the courtyard, a young man in a white robe, leaning against a stone chair, looking at them indifferently.

"A scholar?"

The man in black was slightly taken aback.

Could a scholar withstand his fatal blow?

"Your Excellency, this is a matter concerning the Qin royal family. I advise you not to interfere."

He said that the people hidden in the dense forest under the moonlight had also been revealed, numbering in the hundreds, all of them well-trained assassins.

Lin Fan shook his head slightly.

"I've heard that the sea tribes of the Great Qin are wreaking havoc, causing widespread suffering. What, instead of fighting against the sea tribes, you have time to put on a show of vying for power?"

His simple words caused everyone in the group to frown.

"Are you sure you want to stop us?"

Lin Fan smiled upon hearing this.

"So what if it is?"

The words seemed to darken the entire night sky, and the group of people trembled, their killing intent rising the next moment.

"kill!"

The man in black threw out dozens more black short blades, and his body swept forward, followed by a group of black shadows.

Lin Fan merely watched this scene indifferently, then looked at the young woodcutter at the door.

"You see, even scholars can kill."

Then Lin Fan pointed into the air at the group of people who were attacking.

A group of people froze in mid-air, and then turned into ashes before the young woodcutter's shocked gaze.