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

"Rise."

The First Emperor's voice echoed in the hall, causing the officials who were prostrate on the ground to tremble slightly.

The officials, as instructed, slowly rose from the ground.

They stood on either side of the main hall. The civil official on the left wore a dark blue court robe, held an ivory tablet, and had a solemn expression.

The general on the right is clad in black armor, with a sword at his waist, exuding an imposing aura.

Although their gazes were fixed on the First Emperor, their peripheral vision kept glancing at Luo Fei.

A complex mix of emotions swirled in everyone's hearts: intense curiosity about this suddenly appearing "national advisor," doubts about his identity, awe of the word "immortal," and a deep-seated suspicion that dared not be uttered.

They had heard these titles countless times.

People like Xu Fu, Lu Sheng, Hou Sheng, and Han Zhong were also given similar titles, prompting the First Emperor to spend vast sums of money sending thousands of young boys and girls to sea in search of immortality elixirs. However, all of them were ultimately proven to be nothing more than charlatans. Some absconded with the money, some were executed by order of the enraged First Emperor, and some simply vanished without a trace, their whereabouts unknown to this day.

Could this young man also be a conman?

They dared not ask rashly, and could only suppress their doubts and speculate about his origins and purpose.

Luo Fei quietly observed the ministers below, whose expressions varied, and did not rush to speak.

He understood that no amount of verbal rebuttal or explanation could be as convincing as a direct demonstration.

Luo Fei channeled his energy, condensing it onto his body surface to form a layer of soft white light.

In an instant, everyone in the hall was captivated by this strange sight.

Immediately afterwards, under everyone's watchful eyes, Luo Fei's body rose slowly from the ground without warning, hovering steadily in the air about half a meter above the ground, his clothes fluttering without wind, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

The officials were all so shocked that their mouths were agape, their faces filled with disbelief.

Someone's ivory tablet fell to the ground with a "thud," making a crisp sound, but they were completely unaware.

Some people's legs went weak, and they collapsed uncontrollably to the ground, their faces pale.

Some people stood there with their mouths agape and eyes wide open, as if frozen in place, their minds blank.

At this moment, any lingering doubts and speculations in their hearts had vanished, leaving only two words that exploded in their minds—"Immortal!"

Luo Fei withdrew his breath and slowly descended back to the ground.

The First Emperor rose from behind his desk, walked to Luo Fei's side, and faced the ministers with varying expressions. He slowly spoke: "Have you all seen it? The Imperial Preceptor's magical power is beyond the reach of ordinary people. From this day forward, the Imperial Preceptor's words are my words. Any negligence, doubt, or disobedience will be punished according to the laws of the land."

His gaze swept across the face of each minister.

The ministers bowed their heads, their voices barely audible: "Your Majesty, we obey your decree. Great Qin is fortunate to have met the Imperial Preceptor. May the Imperial Preceptor enjoy boundless blessings, and may Great Qin live ten thousand years."

Luo Fei ignored the ministers, his gaze lingering on the First Emperor's face for a moment. Although the First Emperor's complexion had improved considerably, he still appeared thin.

With a thought, Luo Fei took out a temperature-controlled briefcase from his ring and placed it on the table. Opening the briefcase, he found ten pale blue vials neatly laid out inside. He took one, closed the briefcase, and then put it back into his ring.

He turned around with the medicine in his hand and handed it to the First Emperor: "Your Majesty, drink it."

The First Emperor stared at the vial; the pale blue liquid swayed gently in the glass tube, looking somewhat like a deadly poison. He frowned slightly, but didn't ask, "What is this?" or "Is it poisonous?"

The First Emperor reached out and took the medicine, unscrewed the rubber stopper, and sniffed it; there was no unusual odor. He looked up at Luo Fei, who nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

The First Emperor tilted his head back, drank the medicine in one gulp, then placed the glass tube on the table, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.

The ministers watched as the First Emperor drank the pale blue liquid. Some muttered to themselves, "What is that?", some worried, "Could it be poison?", and some prayed in their hearts, "May His Majesty be alright." But no one dared to ask aloud.

Soon, the First Emperor's face began to change.

The wrinkles on his face, which had become much lighter due to taking the Body Tempering Pill, gradually disappeared; his cheekbones became rounder, his eye sockets became fuller, his eye bags disappeared, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes also faded away, and even his eyelashes became thicker...

Fusu stood not far from the First Emperor, staring at the dramatic changes in his father's body, speechless with shock, almost unable to believe his eyes: "Father...Father, your face..."

He was somewhat incoherent, as his brain could barely process the illogical scene before him—an old man nearing fifty had transformed in a few breaths into a young man who looked no more than thirty, with jet-black hair, smooth skin, and rosy lips!

Even the battle-hardened general Meng Tian was stunned. His mouth was agape, his eyes wide, his fingers trembling slightly, and only one thought echoed wildly in his mind—"Your Majesty...Your Majesty has become younger! Really younger!"

This is even more astonishing than a miracle of defeating a superior enemy on the battlefield.

Luo Fei took out a palm-sized glass mirror from the ring again.

The mirror's surface is incredibly smooth, reflecting every single hair on a person's body clearly, and its frame is an exquisite oval shape made of silver-white metal.

He gently handed the mirror to the First Emperor.

The First Emperor took the mirror and examined it with some doubt, turning it over and over.

He curiously touched the back of the mirror; the cool metal casing had no intricate patterns, simple and elegant.

He then flipped the mirror upside down, and when he saw his face in the mirror, he was struck dumb and froze instantly.

This is not the blurry, yellowed, and distorted image found in bronze mirrors, but a clear, vivid, and extremely realistic face, with every detail perfectly rendered, as if another young version of himself is gazing at him from the mirror.

The First Emperor stopped, clutching the mirror tightly in his palm. He gazed at the person in the mirror—with jet-black hair, smooth skin, rosy lips, and bright eyes—and slowly raised his hand to touch his face.

Fusu walked up to the First Emperor, knelt down, and kowtowed to the floor, his voice trembling slightly: "Congratulations, Father, on regaining your youth. Long live the Qin Dynasty, long live the Emperor."

The ministers joined in, shouting, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on regaining your youth! Long live the Qin Dynasty! Long live Your Majesty!"

The First Emperor stood on the high platform of the main hall, holding the glass mirror tightly in his hand, reflecting his young and energetic face.