I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

The team is still assembling.

The guards led the last horse out of the stable.

The eunuchs carried the last box out of the warehouse.

The palace maids brought out the last bundle from the side hall.

In the open space, several hundred people stood in several square formations. The front row consisted of civil and military officials, the back row of guards and eunuchs, and at the very back were carriages and horses.

Some people were talking in hushed tones, some were straightening their clothes, and others were secretly observing the shimmering robe Luo Fei was wearing.

The light was so dazzling that they dared not look directly at it, yet they couldn't help but steal glances from the corner of their eyes.

The First Emperor stood on the steps, his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping from the front row to the back.

An official stepped out from the front of the line.

He was about fifty years old, of medium build, dressed in a dark gray robe with a black leather belt around his waist, and wearing a Jinxian crown with a jade hairpin inserted in it.

He had a thin face, high cheekbones, a straight nose, and thin lips.

He walks with small strides, but each step is steady and powerful.

He walked up to the First Emperor, bowed, and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Your Majesty, I observe that Your Majesty's complexion is excellent, suggesting that Your Majesty has fully recovered. However, Your Majesty is still recovering from a serious illness and requires proper rest. It is not advisable to overexert yourself. I believe that the tour should be postponed until Your Majesty has fully recovered before making a decision."

Every word he uttered was carefully considered.

The First Emperor stared at him, but did not speak immediately.

This person was none other than Li Si.

He was from Shangcai in the State of Chu. He rose from a minor official to become the Prime Minister of Qin, assisting the First Emperor in unifying the six states, establishing laws, and standardizing writing and weights and measures.

His achievements were remembered by the First Emperor.

The First Emperor was well aware of his ambitions.

The First Emperor did not speak, and shifted his gaze from Li Si to Luo Fei.

Li Si's gaze also shifted, settling on the young man wearing a blue and white gradient flowing robe.

He gazed at the long robe, at the starlight shimmering in the morning light, at the glittering tail of light on the hem, and his brow furrowed slightly—not with confusion, but with vigilance.

"May I ask who this gentleman is?"

His tone was polite, but it carried a subtle hint of probing.

The First Emperor's voice came from the steps.

"Immortal. My illness was cured by the immortal. The immortal will take me back to Xianyang."

Li Si's brows furrowed even more.

He looked at Luo Fei's young, clean-cut face, which seemed completely out of place in this era, and then at the long robe that seemed unlike anything from this world.

His lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't make a sound.

He never believed in immortals or alchemists, let alone elixirs of immortality.

Xu Fu deceived the First Emperor for more than ten years, swindling away countless manpower, ships, and gold and silver. He knew this in his heart, but never exposed it, simply because the First Emperor believed him without a doubt.

Who dares to say that what the First Emperor believed was false?

But today, looking at the First Emperor's face, that face that was originally ashen and almost lifeless now had color, spirit, and radiance.

This is by no means a disguise, nor can it be achieved through makeup.

He hesitated, his lips moved, then closed again.

The First Emperor looked at Li Si's hesitant expression and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

His hands hung at his sides, his fingers curled up, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He recalled what Luo Fei had said last night—Li Si had participated in altering the imperial edict, conspired with Zhao Gao to install Huhai as emperor, and ordered the death of Fusu.

His son, his empire, and his heir were all destroyed by this man.

But he did not retaliate, because Luo Fei was right—as long as he was alive, Li Si would not dare to harbor any disloyal thoughts.

His hand slowly loosened, his nails receding from his palm, leaving several deep marks.

"No need to ask any more questions. Go organize the team and assemble them as soon as possible."

The First Emperor's voice was not loud, but his tone left no room for doubt.

Li Si bent his waist even lower and cupped his hands even wider.

"promise."

He took two steps back, turned and left, his steps still steady, only a little faster than when he came.

Before long, the team was finally assembled.

On the open ground, several hundred people stood in several neat square formations. The front row consisted of civil and military officials, the back row of guards and eunuchs, and the very back of the carriages and horses.

No one spoke, and no one whispered.

The only sound was the wind rustling the flags.

At the end of the procession was a carriage with its doors and windows closed, but groans could be heard coming from inside; it was Hu Hai and Zhao Gao.

Hu Hai's legs were broken, and Zhao Gao's limbs were broken. The two were thrown into the same carriage, like two bags of discarded goods.

The First Emperor stood on the steps, looking at the assembled troops, and frowned slightly.

He turned to Luo Fei and asked, "With so many people, how are we going to get back to Xianyang?"

Luo Fei did not answer his question directly, but said, "Your Majesty, please ascend the throne."

The First Emperor glanced at him, but did not ask any further questions. He walked down the steps and boarded his largest carriage.

The carriage was made of wood and painted black with golden dragon patterns painted on the surface.

The curtains in the carriage were dark red.

He sat in the carriage with the curtain drawn, blocking out the view from the outside.

Luo Fei stood beside the carriage, stretched out his hands, and placed them on the carriage floor.

His palms were pressed against the black lacquered surface, cool and smooth, reflecting his image clearly.

"Everyone, put your hands on the shoulders of the person next to you or on the carriage, and don't let go. Whether it's a person, a horse, or a carriage, just make sure you stay connected to the group."

A small commotion arose in the group.

The civil officials put their arms around each other's shoulders, the military generals dismounted and placed one hand on the horse's back while reaching the other hand to the horse beside them, the guards held onto the carriage, the eunuchs tugged at the hem of the person in front of them, and the palace maids held hands.

Several hundred people formed an irregular net in the open space, with the First Emperor's chariot at the center and the guards standing at the very back at the edge.

Some were puzzled, some were nervous, some were afraid, and some were curious, secretly watching Luo Fei, wanting to know what he would do next.

Luo Fei's hand remained on the carriage. After a while, he had a sudden thought.

The next second, the entire group disappeared from the open space in front of Dune Palace.

A group of people suddenly appeared on the open ground of Xianyang Palace.

Hundreds of people, dozens of carriages, and hundreds of horses appeared out of thin air.

The people in the group remained in the same position, unaware of what had happened.

Some people saw the palace walls of Xianyang Palace, the eaves of the palace, the bronze bells, the flagpole, and the black flag flying on the flagpole.

His mouth was wide open, unable to close.

The guards of Xianyang Palace were the first to react.

They were patrolling the palace walls when suddenly hundreds of people appeared out of nowhere in the open space, as if by magic. Their first thought was, "There are assassins."

The captain of the guard drew his sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and his voice was forced out of his throat:

"There's an assassin!"

The guards surged in from all directions.

The archers on the palace wall drew their bows, aiming their arrows at the crowd in the open space.

The guards at the palace gate rushed over, halberds pointed forward, and lined up in several rows.

The guards in the corridor drew their swords and stood in front of the palace entrance, preventing anyone from getting close.

Footsteps, the clanging of armor, the drawing of swords, commands, and shouts mingled together.

The First Emperor leaned out of his carriage and saw the guards rushing towards him, as well as the archers with their bows fully drawn.

His expression remained unchanged as he roared angrily:

"All of you, get out of my way!"