Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 730 Chapter 300: Set One’s Heart for Heaven and Earth, Establish Fate for the Living People!

Right now!

Zhao Feng stayed immersed in contemplation for what seemed like ages, unable to pull himself back to reality.

The trip passed in complete silence!

Yet reports of the Mount Tai ritual, the Empress's enthronement, and the Crown Prince's investiture raced outward like wildfire.

Centered on Mount Tai, the information blanketed every corner of Qin.

The pace of its spread proved incredibly swift.

Linzi, the old Qi capital.

"Heard about it?"

"Lord Wu'an of Qin turns out to be Emperor Qin Shi Huang's firstborn, the rightful heir at that."

"I'd caught wind earlier, but who could've foreseen it? The renowned Lord Wu'an is Emperor Qin Shi Huang's own son, and Zhao Feng's mother served as the Emperor's consort once, only cast adrift amid court turmoil."

"Lord Wu'an's title is gone now—he's the Crown Prince of Great Qin. The Emperor issued the decree; they'll govern jointly. The imperial edict echoes across the realm. The next Qin Ershi Emperor will surely be this Lord Wu'an."

"Word is Lord Wu'an rose from the Logistics Army ranks, forging his path through battlefield merits to his current station. None imagined Lord Wu'an hid such a background."

"Emperor Qin Shi Huang forged an eternal dynasty ruling the world, and with Lord Wu'an succeeding him, Qin is bound for even grander splendor and triumph."

"They say..."

"Emperor Qin Shi Huang identified Lord Wu'an and his mother upon laying eyes on Lord Wu'an. During that initial audience in Xianyang, Emperor Qin Shi Huang knew him instantly and launched a covert probe."

"Beyond Lord Wu'an reclaiming his Eldest Imperial Son position and receiving the Crown Prince crown from Emperor Qin Shi Huang, another incident unfolded. In the blood rite, a Zongzheng tampered with the water bowl to block the Emperor from acknowledging his heir. Luckily, the Emperor's wisdom prevailed—he sourced pure spring water from Mount Tai's peak and ordered Hundred Officials to retrieve it themselves for the test, thus purging the corrupted blood ritual."

"That Zongzheng Ying Xi turned into a laughingstock."

"A Nine Ministers' Zongzheng, wielding vast authority, yet scheming so feebly."

"Such a shame."

...

The buzz echoed beyond Linzi, filling cities across Qin.

Nearly every inn buzzed with talk of the Empress and Crown Prince.

The tidings had swept far and wide.

Three Jins region, Han territory.

Deep in a perilous thicket.

"Got the news?"

"Bad tidings for us."

Dozens huddled close, clad in rough homespun, lacking finery, though many radiated a soldier's edge.

"It's everywhere now—how could we miss it?"

"Zhao Feng truly is Emperor Qin Shi Huang's son, elevated to Crown Prince."

"Emperor Qin Shi Huang's already a nightmare foe, and Zhao Feng's a fierce commander revered in Qin's forces. Should Emperor Qin Shi Huang pass and he claim the throne, his prowess ensures Qin's enduring might."

"Restoring our states and seeking vengeance? Impossible now."

Xiang Liang's face grew grave as he spoke.

"Zi Fang."

"What's our move?"

"We've been lurking to build strength, yet Qin's hunters never relent. Even with Emperor Qin Shi Huang alive, Zhao Feng strikes mercilessly. As Qin's Crown Prince and future Qin Ershi Emperor, he'll make our survival tougher still."

"Forget revival—surviving's a miracle."

"Yeah."

"Any ideas?"

"Zhao Feng's brutal—over three hundred in my kin, half butchered by him, the survivors chained as slaves."

"If he rules as Emperor, we're finished..."

The Six States holdouts voiced their terror.

Clear as day.

Deep terror of Zhao Feng gripped their souls, all trembling at his name.

"Zhao Feng."

"Truly a monster."

"Should he seize the throne, we'll stay crushed forever," Zhang Liang declared, face somber.

"So what now?"

All eyes turned back to Zhang Liang.

"What if he perishes?"

"The game changes entirely," Zhang Liang replied icily.

"He's Qin's Crown Prince now, sharing rule with Ying Zheng—how do we touch him?"

Xiang Liang eyed Zhang Liang in confusion.

"Zhao Feng."

"He's not just our target; plenty in Qin's court crave his demise too."

"With Zhao Feng crowned Crown Prince, think Ying Zheng's other heirs will swallow it quietly?" Zhang Liang sneered schemingly.

"Zi Fang means allying with Ying Zheng's sons to seize an opening and slay Zhao Feng?" Xiang Liang's gaze sparked.

"No Zhao Feng death means no shot at revival or revenge."

"Then we'll spare no effort to end Zhao Feng."

Zhang Liang affirmed coldly.

"Even then."

"Slaying Zhao Feng's no easy feat."

"His inner circle consists of veteran Qin fighters; no outsider breaches his compound. We've dispatched plenty, but they spot intruders nearing Zhao Mansion, and infiltration bids end in swift detection, days at most, followed by execution."

"We even have spies in the Qin Palace, but planting one in Zhao Feng's home proves impossible."

"How then to strike him down?" Xiang Liang asked despairingly.

"Brother Xiang, fear not."

"Our role this time: stir up Xianyang's Zhao Feng haters to act, without showing our hand."

"We're shadows now—emerging spells doom."

"Our task is gathering strength for future uprising hopes," Zhang Liang intoned deliberately.

"May Xianyang's malcontents, Qin's own, finish Zhao Feng."

"Else we'll rot in these gloom forever, hopeless," the Six States remnants lamented fretfully.