In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

"Zheng'er, you shall acknowledge Marquis Wenxin as your uncle." A hint of consideration flashed in King Zhuangxiang's dark eyes. He gritted his teeth and said to Prince Zheng.

The First Evolution

"...Your subject understands."

"Be careful to the west, Zheng'er..."

King Zhuangxiang's grip on Prince Zheng's hand gradually weakened, and he fell silent.

Prince Zheng did not weep, but knelt before King Zhuangxiang's bed, remaining silent for a long time.

......

King Zhuangxiang died, and his thirteen-year-old son, Prince Zheng, ascended the throne, that is—

King Zheng of Qin.

Sitting in his palace, the thirteen-year-old King Zheng of Qin looked westward, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

He knew exactly what was to the west.

The Central Plains consisted of seven major states.

Beyond the Central Plains lay unexplored lands.

But on that savage land, there are not only humans living there; there are things beyond humans.

“A foreign race…” King Zheng of Qin sighed.

If it weren't for the foreign invasion, my father wouldn't have died after only three years on the throne of Qin.

To the north were the Xiongnu, Yuezhi, and Wusun; to the south were the Ailao, Dianyue, and Yelang.

To the due west lies the largest of the Qiang tribes.

"Qin will surely rise under my control; I have that confidence." He clenched his fist.

The Qin kings of the past would choose one path: either eliminate the foreign tribes or contend for control of the Central Plains.

But King Zheng of Qin was different.

"The former kings have already paved the way for me, how can I bear to live a life of comfort here?"

He stood up, walked out of the room, looked at the courtyard in the palace, and let out a long breath.

He looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to possess it as well.

"I will sweep across the Central Plains, and I will also slaughter all those foreign tribes beyond the borders!" King Zheng of Qin clenched his fist and loudly declared his ambition.

Meanwhile, in a corner of Xianyang, one of King Zheng of Qin's former retainers was studying something.

"This is... the thought key pattern." A candle was lit in front of Ji Zhong.

“I can connect, but… it seems like I don’t have enough permissions.” His youthful face showed a serious expression. “Besides, my own magical power is too low. Even if I can connect to the thought key, I can’t use powerful magic.”

Snapped.

He snapped his fingers, and the candlelight in front of him went out.

Snapped.

The fingers snapped again, and the candles were lit once more.

"Hopefully this will be of some help to me..." Ji Zhong shook his head, disconnected from the thought key, and continued to bury himself in writing.

On the bamboo slip were written these two characters.

Kuaiji

......

After ascending the throne, King Zheng of Qin did not choose to rule personally because he was still young. Most of the affairs of the Qin state were handled by Chancellor Lü Buwei. King Zheng himself, while studying various kinds of knowledge to enrich himself, found his unknown retainer Ji Zhong, who had already begun to delve into the mysterious.

"Zhong, I've been thinking about this. Before the Seven Kingdoms, and even before the Zhou Dynasty, the power of foreign tribes was much greater than it is now. How did people back then resist the invasion of foreign tribes?" King Zheng of Qin paced back and forth, asking Ji Zhong.

Both of them knew many secrets that ordinary people did not know.

“Ancient texts say that immortals existed back then, and it must have been those immortals who stopped the alien races.” Ji Zhong handed the bamboo slips in his hand to King Zheng of Qin. “My master and I have also done some research on this matter. Your Majesty, please take a look.”

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Chapter 756 The Taoist Master Siji

"If that's the case, it makes sense..." King Zheng of Qin sat on another stool, lightly twirling his fingertips, holding a bamboo slip and pondering something.

"Brother Chao, who is your master? Could you please guide us?"

The relationship between King Zheng of Qin and Ji Chao was very subtle. It seemed like a normal relationship between a ruler and his subject, but it was definitely not a normal one.

Last January, Ji Chao, who had always been fond of strange and ingenious skills, found a master and was thus able to seek the path of immortality.

"Master's words..." Ji Chao hesitated for a moment, "To be honest, my master is not in Qin for the time being."

"Is that so... I'll consider it myself first. However, there is one place that interests me." Putting the bamboo slips aside, King Zheng of Qin wore a faint smile. "The border area of ​​Wei, Qi, and Song, do you know it?"

"Does Your Majesty mean Yin Ruins?" Ji Chao put down his pen and looked at King Zheng of Qin.

"Exactly." King Zheng of Qin nodded, stood up, and tapped the table. "Now that so many years have passed since the Shang Dynasty, if there is any place where some things from that time can still be preserved, it would only be the Yin Ruins."

Turning around, King Zheng of Qin smiled at his friend: "Well? Are you willing to go in my place?"

Ji Chao was taken aback, but he also stood up with a smile and bowed to King Zheng of Qin: "I will obey Your Majesty's command."

......

Although Ji Chao was supposed to go in his place, the two of them never found a suitable opportunity. In December of 243 BC, Ji Chao's master returned to Xianyang and found Ji Chao.

At this time, Xianyang was discussing the war in the Central Plains. Even if Ji Chao's master wanted to pay homage to King Zheng of Qin, King Zheng did not have time to meet him.

That Taoist priest was known as "Siji Taoist," and he was knowledgeable about all things under heaven, and knew various immortal arts for avoiding death and prolonging life.

"My disciple, you must be prepared." Master Siji was very old, and looked to be over fifty years old.

He gripped Ji Chao's shoulder, his eyes filled with worry: "You and the King of Qin are very close, so the words I cannot convey will have to be delivered by you."

"Where are you going, Master?" Ji Chao asked, looking at his master.

"I have other things to do." Master Siji released his hand, looking troubled.

"Let me explain everything that needs to be explained to you first. Oh, right, I forgot to ask you, have you learned the mind mapping techniques I taught you a few years ago?"

"Disciple has mastered it." Ji Chao let his spirit slowly descend, using magic to drive the spell, linking with the thought key patterns, and then letting the power of those thought key patterns permeate his entire body.

"That's good, that's good." Daoist Siji breathed a sigh of relief, smiling as he patted Ji Chao's head. "Luckily, I didn't choose the wrong person back then, thankfully..."

"Then let me explain it to you, my disciple."

Peng——

Siji Daoren stepped onto the ground beside him, his spirit sinking into the depths of his mind, connecting with the thought key.

His hands seemed to be holding something, and light shone from the childlike eyes of the Taoist priest.

With the object in his hand blasted out, Daoist Siji assumed a horse stance and slammed his palm into the ground.

Boom boom boom—

A huge, three-dimensional map appeared in Ji Chao's yard.

"Master, this is..."

Ji Chao looked around in surprise.

"This is one of the immortal arts recorded in the mind key patterns. It is also called magic, but in the end it is just a name. In essence, it is all about creating phenomena through magic power." Daoist Siji put his hands behind his back and said with a serious expression, "Disciple, the place under your feet is the present-day Xianyang, only... a shrunken Xianyang."

"And the direction I am in, southwest of Xianyang, is the territory of the Qiang tribes," Daoist Siji stamped his foot. "It is the territory of foreign tribes, a wild and uncivilized land outside the Central Plains."

“I understand.”

Ji Chao nodded. He had discussed this matter with King Zheng of Qin before.

The Qiang tribes, located southwest of the Qin state, were a formidable force even among the foreign tribes outside the Central Plains.

"After the Investiture of the Gods, mystery gradually faded into the inner workings of the world."

"But the order in which they are hidden is sequential."

Siji Daoren drew marks on his hands and continued to perform his magic tricks.

The map shrinks, but the territory it covers becomes larger.

"The Central Plains, which is here, the place we are in."

"The gods, being the strongest, were the first to be rejected by the world and entered the inner sphere, but the alien species are different."

"They are weaker than gods, but stronger than humans. In the presence of gods, they naturally dare not act recklessly."

"But now, the gods have disappeared, and humans have become the sole masters of the prosperous Central Plains."

"Then wouldn't that mean the alien race..." Ji Chao frowned.

Master Siji smiled and said, "Don't worry, the immortals understand cause and effect, so they naturally left a backup plan."

"A grand formation covering the Central Plains, only allowing outward movement and never inward movement, is the gods' backup plan," said Daoist Siji, stroking his beard with a smile.

"However... the great formation itself seems to be considered mysterious, and with the wear and tear of time, it is gradually losing its effectiveness. Some alien races and monsters have already taken advantage of the loopholes to enter the Central Plains."

"In the past two years, when I went out, I naturally went to fight those alien races and monsters."

"I see. But the great formation is still losing its effectiveness?" Ji Chao pinched his chin.

Siji Daoist did not speak, but looked at Ji Chao with a smile.

Ji Chao's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Master, you said before that the gods understand cause and effect, so they must have taken these things into consideration, therefore..."

"It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken." Daoist Siji chuckled twice, put away his magic trick, and broke free from the state of mind key patterns. "You only need to understand it, but you must never speak of it."

"...Yes, disciple understands." Ji Chao nodded solemnly.

"You only need to tell the King of Qin that the alien races are stirring, and he will naturally know what to do." Putting his hands behind his back, Daoist Siji nodded. "Qin, Chu, Zhao, and Yan have suffered from the alien races for too long. Even mortals can deal with the alien races."

"When we, master and disciple, meet again, that will be the time when everything is settled." Daoist Siji walked out without any hesitation. "Until then, just let things take their course."

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