People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

This time, she needs to take the initiative and not let this kid embarrass her every time.

Cao Ze was slightly taken aback, but didn't say anything. He knew what it meant to be unable to guess what a girl was thinking.

One moment they might be head over heels in love, the next they could be thrown in jail for rape.

Cao Ze put away the pills and left, satisfied.

As for Zhao Ji's suggestion of one pill every three days, he didn't take it to heart at all.

Don't they know what kind of man he is? If he doesn't take one pill every day, it might not even be able to help him improve his physique.

It must be said that the elixirs produced by the Yin-Yang School are indeed of high quality.

After Cao Ze left, Zhao Ji lay on the couch intending to sleep and rest, but for some reason, she couldn't fall asleep no matter how much she tossed and turned.

Recalling Cao Ze's imposing appearance and demeanor just now, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel flustered. Cao Ze's image wouldn't leave her mind, and her mind was filled with Cao Ze's shadow.

It hasn't been long, and she already misses Cao Ze's warm hands caressing her skin, his arms around her slender waist, so unrestrained, showing no respect whatsoever for her, the Empress Dowager...

Before long, Zhao Ji felt increasingly distressed, her heart pounding like a drum, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her beautiful body, making her very uncomfortable.

Disturbed and agitated, Zhao Ji called out loudly, "Guards, I want to take a bath!"

……

At night, the moonlight, like water, spills into the courtyard, casting a soft white glow.

Cao Ze sat cross-legged in the center of the courtyard, firmly rejecting Yan Lingji and Li Wu's advances.

After returning from Zhao Ji's place, he entered a state of enlightenment and suddenly felt a little bit of something.

So he quickly sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began meditating.

Of the three passes and three checkpoints in the middle, the Thunder Chariot Pass was actually the most difficult for him, compared to the Envoy Pass and the Broken Chariot Pass.

Or rather, for all cultivators who only cultivate Yin Five Thunder, the cultivation of the Thunder Chariot Pass is very difficult.

This is a hurdle; once you get past it, the road ahead will be smooth.

If you can't overcome this, you'll end up living a mediocre life.

In response to this situation, many Taoist masters have offered a variety of solutions.

Those seeking a more conservative approach should look for places with a strong lightning element, such as the south where thunderstorms are frequent.

Later, with globalization, some predecessors discovered Bogor, located near the equator, where there are more than 300 days of thunderstorms a year, with thousands of lightning strikes annually. Its thunderous nature is extremely strong, and it is privately known as the Thunder Capital, Thunder City, Thunder Province...

As for the less stable ones, they directly imitated the Thunder and Fire Refining Hall of Wudang Mountain, using the formation to attract lightning, which is equivalent to a modified version of an electric cage.

Of course, there are also unparalleled experts, such as the successor of the Taiji Xuanqing Dao, who inherited the divine sword of controlling lightning, and directly activated the tribulation-crossing mode, facing the lightning head-on.

Firstly, it was to pass the Thunder Chariot Pass; secondly, it was to temper the body and refine the internal energy.

In short, apart from exceptional geniuses who can achieve perfect harmony of Yin and Yang through comprehension and the accumulation of time, everyone else is like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their own unique abilities.

While Cao Ze was quietly cultivating, three men dressed in black, clad in spiderweb-like robes, entered Xianyang City. One of them carried a heavy sack and went straight to Lü Buwei's Prime Minister's residence.

Having already received the news, Old Man Zheng secretly arranged for several people to enter an empty house.

"boom……"

The man in black carrying the sack threw it directly to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The man in black next to him took out a dagger, swiftly cut the ropes, removed the sack, and revealed a middle-aged man inside, stained with dried blood.

Old Man Lü stared at Xuan Jian, who was as stiff as a wooden statue, for a while.

"You did a great job."

A man in black said, "Old man, the Ghost Mother and the Wild Wolf of Shangdang County and Hanzhong County were killed when Xuan Jian suddenly woke up and shattered their hearts on the way to Xianyang."

Mr. Zheng paused for a moment; he had just learned of this news himself.

"Seven out of seven... Summon Leng Feng from Chu and Zhan Ying from Qi back to Qin to oversee Shangdang and Hanzhong prefectures. At this critical moment, both Qin and Prime Minister Lü need stability."

The Qin state, as the headquarters of the Luo Wang (Net of Heaven), was divided into seven regions, each managed by a Luo Wang leader of the "Kill" rank, who assisted the demons and monsters in building an intelligence network within the Qin state.

"Yes!"

Old Master Zheng thought for a moment and said, "You should all go back and do your jobs tomorrow. Tonight, help me control Xuan Jian."

The three men in black were also leaders of several other prefectures, and there was no need to keep them in Xianyang for long.

"Yes."

Following Old Man Zheng's instructions, the three men in black carried Xuan Jian into the house.

"Go and retrieve all the Thousand Spider Dream Devourers."

A man dressed in black went out and quickly came back in carrying a sandalwood box.

Mr. Zheng patiently opened the box and took out all the incense sticks one by one.

This incense was made by a master incense maker from the Luo Wang organization, based on a secret recipe they had collected. It can induce nightmares and hallucinations in the victim, ultimately leading to a silent and painless death.

He took a sniff of the fragrance, and his soul immediately felt a strange sensation.

That's right, it's Thousand Spiders Devouring Dreams.

The reason Xuan Jian was able to escape control twice before was not only because his strength had increased dramatically, but also because the incense had not been used enough.

Only with enough Thousand Spider Dream Devouring Techniques combined with control techniques can Xuan Jian be made to sink into a dream world and be completely manipulated by others.

Old Man Zheng said to the three men, "I will use a secret technique. One of you should bring water mixed with a little incense powder and let Xuan Jian drink it first. One of you should light incense and the other should keep a close eye on Xuan Jian. If anything seems amiss, knock him unconscious immediately."

"Yes!"

Old Master Zheng helped Xuan Jian stand upright and positioned him in a five-pointed-to-the-sky posture.

He took a deep breath, and his withered fingers instantly tapped Xuan Jian's body dozens of times, sealing all of Xuan Jian's meridians once again to prevent the rampage from happening again.

The scent of the Thousand Spiders Devouring Dream incense quickly filled the small room.

The four people who had already taken the antidote showed no reaction.

Old Master Zheng raised his middle finger and touched Xuan Jian's ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.

The ancestral aperture, also known as the Niwan Palace or the upper dantian, is the dwelling place of the spirit and soul within the essence, qi, and spirit.

When Old Man Zheng touched Xuan Jian's forehead, Xuan Jian suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were deep red, but he looked somewhat dazed.

Old Man Zheng said in a deep voice, "Feed it water."

A man in black, carrying warm water mixed with Thousand Spider Dream-Eating Incense Powder, came to Xuan Jian's side. He grasped Xuan Jian's chin with one hand and, using skillful force, made Xuan Jian open his mouth, then fed him the water directly.

Seeing that everything was ready, Old Man Zheng made a hand seal with his fingers.

Almost instantly, Xuan Jian's blood-red eyes went from blank to crazed, and his entire face was contorted with rage.

Old Master Zheng frowned slightly, not expecting Xuan Jian's resistance to be so fierce.

"Increase the dosage."

Without saying a word, the man in black carrying the water poured the remaining incense powder into the warm water and fed it to Xuan Jian.

Xuan Jian opened his mouth wide, wanting to roar, but under Old Man Zheng's control, he could not move.

Soon, Xuan Jian stopped struggling, his gaze returned to its dull state, and even the bloodlust in his eyes disappeared, leaving only bloodshot veins.

Old Master Zheng did not dare to let his guard down and continued to use secret techniques to strengthen his control over Xuan Jian.

Half an hour later, Old Man Zheng slowly lowered his hand from the hand seal, staring intently at Xuan Jian, and softly commanded, "Xuan Jian, open your eyes."

Xuan Jian's eyelids twitched, as if he wanted to open them but couldn't.

Old Man Zheng observed Xuan Jian and muttered to himself, "This Eight-Tailed Dragon Power is indeed strange; it seems to have mutated..."

He formed another hand seal and used a control technique, "Open your eyes!"

"Shh!"

Xuan Jian opened his eyes almost reflexively, his gaze filled with killing intent and coldness.

He croaked, “The Net… damn it…”

But after saying that, Xuan Jian became dazed again, just like the killing machine he had been before.

Old Man Zheng sneered, "Xuan Jian, I didn't expect you to still retain some of your sanity. You're quite something, but it's a pity..."

He turned to the three of them and said, "Let's go back."

The three men in black didn't even glance at Xuan Jian, nor did they show any sentiment of sympathy for their kind.

"Yes!"

The bright moon was hidden behind dark clouds; the night was dark and the wind was high, and a faint sense of oppression hung over Xianyang City.

Outside the Prime Minister's residence, Lord Longyang, with his handsome peach blossom eyes, witnessed three men in black flying away from the residence.

He pointed in the direction the three had left, his fingers delicately pointing, and chuckled, "Gongsun, what do you think? Should we go and tie them all up?"

Gongsun Long glanced at them and said, "What's the use of tying them up? In Cao Ze's words, it's like stirring up trouble."

Wei Zhuang, however, was somewhat eager to try, saying, "Their strength is not weak; they are a backbone force within the Luo Wang organization."

Because of a message that Cao Ze gave to Zi Nu, they ended up waiting outside Prime Minister Lü Buwei's mansion for many days before finally finding someone who was acting strangely.

If it weren't for the fact that Lü Buwei's mansion was heavily guarded, had many retainers, and was full of experts, they would have already been tempted to go in and take a look.

"That's enough," said Lord Longyang. "It must be these people who brought Xuan Jian here. We can go back now."

Gongsun Long muttered, "I still have to find a way to save that kid in time. It's really hard work."

He turned to Lord Longyang and asked, "Has the good man that Lord Xinling mentioned not arrived yet?"

Lord Longyang laughed and said, "He has already arrived in Xianyang, but he has not shown himself yet. He will naturally appear when the time is right."

Gongsun Long was speechless. "So mysterious, is something fishy going on?"

Lord Longyang smiled but remained silent.

What could he say?

Who knows if the Nameless Sword Saint and Gongsun Long knew each other.

He didn't really want to see Gongsun Long, simply because Gongsun Long talked too much, and he wanted some peace and quiet...

Meanwhile, two beautiful young women, traveling together from the Goddess Peak of Chu, arrived in Xianyang and entered the city under the cover of night.