Xiao Ning nodded and lowered her eyes: "Go!"
Ying Zheng turned to leave, but after taking a step, he stopped and turned back, asking with some difficulty, "Immortal, how should I leave? Can I draw cards again next time?"
Xiao Ning's expression froze. Oh, didn't I tell him before?
"Once you accumulate enough luck points, I will be able to sense you and bring you here! As for how to get back? That's simple!"
After saying that, Xiao Ning waved his sleeve and unleashed a tremendous force, sending Ying Zheng flying.
When Ying Zheng came to his senses, he found himself still within the protective circle of 30,000 armored soldiers on the outskirts of Yangwu City, with Xu Fu still waiting to his side.
The scene I witnessed earlier felt like a dream.
However, whether it's the body that has recovered to its youthful strength, the skill of "Roaring War Song" in the mind, or the card in the arms containing one hundred stones of sweet potatoes.
All of this demonstrates that what happened before was factual, not fabricated.
But at that moment, Ying Zheng suddenly heard a trembling voice, as if he had seen something incredible, or perhaps a miracle.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?!"
"Is it really you, Your Majesty?"
“Since Your Majesty ascended the throne at the age of thirteen, this old minister has served Your Majesty and would never mistake you for someone else. This is Your Majesty in your youth!”
Seeing Ying Zheng, who had recovered to his youthful peak, an old minister burst into tears, as if he were seeing the once spirited king again.
As he grew older, the boy became more and more mature, and his demeanor became increasingly heavy.
However, his body is getting older and older, which is an unchangeable fact; humans cannot resist the erosion of time.
However, Heaven has eyes.
His Majesty has actually received the favor of the God of the Great One and has been restored to his youth.
As long as Your Majesty is still alive, the remnants of the six kingdoms are nothing to worry about; they are nothing but clowns.
The rise of the Qin Dynasty is now unstoppable!
Ying Zheng was clearly in a good mood. With a smile on his face, he said loudly, "I have been blessed by the immortals and have been given an elixir of immortality that can extend my life by a hundred years. Not only will it extend my life by a hundred years, but it will also make me younger!"
"This is a blessing for the Great Qin Dynasty and a blessing for all its people!"
Everyone was stunned by his words.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations on regaining your youth!"
Just as everyone was stunned, the charlatan alchemist Xu Fu's eyes lit up, and he immediately realized what was going on, quickly flattering her.
However, he felt a mix of emotions.
Xu Fu didn't know whether he should be happy or regretful.
The good news is that since His Majesty has returned to his youthful peak, he must have already obtained the ability to live forever. Therefore, he no longer needs to continue refining elixirs or going out to sea to find immortals, and he can also avoid a disaster that could wipe out his clan.
Unfortunately, if he had actually been able to take three thousand boys and girls and a large amount of supplies to sea, he might have been able to become a powerful feudal lord if he had found a suitable island.
Having lost his value in alchemy and the search for elixirs, his standing in the Emperor's eyes has likely plummeted.
Hearing Xu Fu's flattery and seeing his respectful demeanor, Ying Zheng felt a sudden surge of disgust for no reason. His tone was laced with murderous intent as he said, "Yes, Xu Fu, we have a lot to thank you for."
However, Xu Fu was completely unaware of this at the moment and replied, "This is the work of the Taiyi God, and I would never dare to claim such credit."
This move is a strategic retreat.
This would enhance his standing in His Majesty's heart.
As the saying goes, of all professions, flattery is number one.
Xu Fu thought that as long as he flattered the emperor well, he might be able to gain the emperor's favor and obtain a very high position, just like Zhao Gao, the Grand Secretary.
Just as Xu Fu was having a sweet dream, he heard a loud shout: "Guards, seize him!"
"promise!"
Without asking why, the Qin guards standing near Ying Zheng immediately took action and captured Xu Fu in one move.
Regardless of his identity, as long as the First Emperor issues an order, no one can escape.
"Your Majesty, why is this?!"
Xu Fu, who was pinned to the ground and unable to move, shouted loudly, his eyes showing a hint of panic, but he managed to maintain his composure.
He was merely a weak and powerless Taoist priest, and it was impossible for him to resist two burly Qin guards. Therefore, Xu Fu did not put up any futile resistance.
Ying Zheng sighed, "Xu Fu, you have deceived me so badly."
"Your Majesty, I do not understand what you mean?"
Xu Fu's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that the First Emperor already knew about everything he had done in secret?
At this moment, he dared not raise his head to face Ying Zheng's eagle-like gaze.
The emperor's power, coupled with his youthful appearance.
Just kneeling before him created an inexplicable pressure, causing Xu Fu's entire back to be soaked with sweat.