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

Several Xiongnu soldiers who managed to escape fled for two days and two nights without stopping, and finally arrived at the Xiongnu royal court.

They knelt before their leader, covered in blood, their lips cracked, their eyes sunken, looking as wretched as ghosts just crawled out of their graves.

The chieftain sat upright in his tent, holding a bowl of mare's milk wine. After listening to their story, he couldn't help but frown.

"When did the Qin army become so powerful?"

The soldiers hung their heads, their voices strained out, hoarse and trembling: "Their swords could cleave our scimitars like chopping wood! Armor? It couldn't stop them at all! Our commander... was cleaved in two, horse and all, with a single blow! That wasn't a sword, it was a divine weapon!"

The wine bowl in the chief's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," spilling mare's milk wine all over the ground, and the bowl shattered into pieces.

His mouth was open, and he forgot to close it for a moment; his eyes were wide open.

When the First Emperor received Meng Tian's battle report, he was watching Fusu teach his younger siblings body-strengthening techniques at the training ground.

A eunuch, holding bamboo slips in both hands, jogged to the edge of the training ground, knelt down, raised the bamboo slips above his head, and bowed his head to report: "Your Majesty, a victory report from Shangjun."

The First Emperor took the bamboo slips, unfolded them, and read them carefully once. Fearing he might have misread them, he read them again.

He rolled the bamboo slips up again and said only one word: "Good."

Luo Fei hasn't been idle these days either.

He led the craftsmen in carrying out a major overhaul of the Xianyang Palace.

The roof of Xianyang Palace is now covered with high-efficiency solar panels, the dark blue panels arranged neatly side by side.

The craftsmen of Xianyang Palace had never seen such novel objects before. Although they did not know what these blue boards were called, they simply followed the instructions of the Imperial Preceptor, laying them out one by one, tightening the screws, and connecting the wires.

The inverter was placed in a corner of the side hall; it was a silver-white iron box that made a "buzzing" sound.

The electrical wires were laid along the palace walls and secured with nails. At intervals, there was a white square socket with two holes and a switch.

Various electrical appliances were also placed in the palaces one after another.

The imperial kitchen housed a double-door, silver-white refrigerator. The refrigerator compartment contained vegetables and fruits, while the freezer compartment held meat and seafood.

When the First Emperor first opened the refrigerator, a blast of cold air hit him, and he instinctively took a step back and squinted. He reached out and touched the tomatoes in the refrigerator compartment; they were cold and hard. He then touched the meat in the freezer compartment; it was frozen solid, like a rock, and made a "bang" sound when tapped.

He looked at Luo Fei, a hint of confusion in his eyes: "This thing can prevent food from rotting?"

Luo Fei answered with only one word: "Yes."

The First Emperor nodded and did not ask any further questions.

The palace was equipped with fully automatic drum washing machines. All you had to do was throw in the dirty clothes, pour in some laundry detergent, press the button, and wait a moment for the clothes to be washed clean and spun dry. You could then take them out and hang them to dry directly.

The palace maids gathered around the washing machine, curiously examining it. Some reached out to touch the glass door, some crouched down to watch the drum spin inside, and others whispered, "How can these clothes be washed so clean?"

In the First Emperor's bedroom, a 75-inch ultra-thin television set was hung on the wall, resembling a huge painting.

Luo Fei inserted the USB drive into the port, and the screen lit up instantly.

Skyscrapers stand side by side, cars speed along wide roads, airplanes soar through blue skies and white clouds, and ships brave the wind and waves on the sea... The First Emperor sat on his bed, his fingers slightly curled, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his palms.

He looked at the scenes he had never imagined, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Chinese chef Ling also learned modern culinary skills.

Someone had already given him translated recipes, including the methods for making various dishes such as braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed sea bass, garlic broccoli, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

The chef tried to make it according to the recipe, but the first time he made braised pork, the color was too dark because he added too much soy sauce.

The second color was too light, which means the caramel coloring wasn't done properly.

It wasn't until the third time that I finally made braised pork that was bright red, fatty but not greasy, and melted in my mouth.

The First Emperor picked up a piece, chewed it twice, swallowed it, and without saying anything, picked up another piece.

After eating one bowl of rice, Fusu had another bowl, and even used a steamed bun to wipe the braised pork broth from the bottom of the plate clean.

That afternoon, Luo Fei stood at the highest point of Xianyang Palace, holding a live broadcast ball in his hand.

A silvery-white sphere floated above his palm, slowly rotating, gleaming with a cool luster in the sunlight.

He gave the command to the live broadcast ball, and as soon as he finished speaking, the live broadcast ball flew out of his palm, rose into the air, flew higher and higher, became smaller and smaller, and finally became a small silver-white dot, disappearing into the blue sky.

Although this live-streaming sphere cannot receive Xiao Wan's signal, it has a built-in intelligent system that can follow his instructions and fly to every corner of Xianyang City, recording the city walls, streets, residences, markets, workshops, farmlands, the Wei River, Mount Li, and everything else in the entire city of Xianyang.

He listened to the distant noise and gazed quietly at the ancient city.

During the Qin Dynasty, people moved about in the streets. Some carried loads of firewood to sell, some pushed carts to sell cloth, some set up stalls by the roadside to sell snacks, and some drew water from wells.

The children's cheerful laughter drifted from afar.

A slight smile played on his lips as he looked away.

At this moment, the First Emperor walked over, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand, with a smile on his face.

"Grand Preceptor, Meng Tian won a great victory at Shangjun, killing over a thousand Xiongnu and capturing hundreds of warhorses. None of his personal guards were injured or killed. The Xiongnu have fled and will not dare to invade again in the near future. I have already issued an edict to commend Meng Tian and the soldiers of Shangjun."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was filled with pride.

Luo Fei smiled slightly, nodded, and said nothing.

His gaze shifted from the First Emperor's face to the distant city walls of Xianyang.

The First Emperor looked at Luo Fei's profile and asked, "Imperial Advisor, what are you looking at?"

Luo Fei replied, "I'm looking at Xianyang City."

The First Emperor walked to his side and looked towards Xianyang City, watching the figures of the people walking on the streets.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

Luo Fei turned his head, looked at the First Emperor, and said:

"Your Majesty, I need to go back for a while. Back to more than two thousand years in the future."