Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 738 Chapter 304: Father, Do You Want to See What an Immortal Is?
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When Zhao Feng uttered those words,
Ying Zheng instantly comprehended.
Plans had already formed in Zhao Feng's mind.
"What's your plan?"
"Father, I'll cooperate fully with you."
"No matter who's behind it, handle them as you see fit," Ying Zheng declared gravely.
"Even if it's the Emperor's son?" Zhao Feng grinned.
As soon as he said that,
Ying Zheng's face shifted subtly.
"Fusu wouldn't stoop to that," Ying Zheng sighed.
"Fusu truly wouldn't, but someone else just might," Zhao Feng replied with a smile.
"Hu Hai?"
Ying Zheng showed mild astonishment: "He dares to target you?"
From Ying Zheng's view, among his numerous sons, Hu Hai lacked any remarkable traits. He had promoted him to court attendance precisely to pit him against Fusu publicly, giving Zhao Feng room to rise unhindered.
And that strategy had worked perfectly.
In the court, Fusu's and Hu Hai's factions clashed fiercely, allowing Zhao Feng to build his power swiftly.
"Father."
"You underestimate power's temptation."
Zhao Feng smiled.
"If he's guilty, let him live," Ying Zheng sighed.
After all, it was his own flesh and blood; the idea of a tiger eating its cub filled him with unbearable dread.
"Understood." Zhao Feng agreed promptly.
"Also,"
"Head to Zhangtai Palace today. I've decreed it. Your younger siblings will first honor your mother, then greet you."
"With your status restored, it's time to meet your brothers and sisters," Ying Zheng said smilingly.
"I'll obey Father's will," Zhao Feng replied with a grin.
Right then!
Ying Zheng eyed Zhao Feng from head to toe, then teased: "Brat, got nothing for me?"
"What do you mean?" Zhao Feng blinked, caught off guard.
"You little punk."
"Your mother spilled everything about your origins."
"Still pretending?"
Ying Zheng's eyes bulged at Zhao Feng's innocent look.
"What origins?"
Zhao Feng played dumb.
"You wanted to guard Baiyue, waiting for Qin's collapse to seize control, right?"
"Your mother informed me."
"You punk," Ying Zheng grumbled irritably.
"Hehe."
"Father,"
"Mainly, your other sons couldn't hold the fort, so I planned for Mother and them," Zhao Feng chuckled.
"And now?"
Ying Zheng inquired, exasperated.
"Things have changed."
"Accepting the Crown Prince role means I'll transform Qin."
"Plus, Father, I have a gift for you," Zhao Feng added smilingly.
"What is it?" Ying Zheng's interest piqued.
He knew it meant the Martial Arts Skill.
Efang Palace had shared that only Zhao Feng's family and confidants could cultivate that Martial Arts Skill.
"First off,"
"Didn't you promise immortal texts after unification?"
"Not sharing them now?" Zhao Feng teased with a smile.
"Come with me."
Ying Zheng grinned, guiding Zhao Feng into the inner hall.
Zhao Feng trailed behind without hesitation.
Once inside,
The familiar world map hung there as always.
But now, every inch displayed Qin's domain.
Arriving at the spot,
Ying Zheng produced a box from hiding and passed it to Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng took it, flipped it open—revealing a bamboo slip within.
"Just one slip?" Zhao Feng exclaimed in surprise.
"Unroll it," Ying Zheng urged with a smile.
Without delay, Zhao Feng unrolled the bamboo slip and scanned its contents.
They unfolded before his eyes.
"When King Wu of Zhou established his nation, Immortals descended from the heavens to congratulate the Zhou Son of Heaven."
"King Wu sacrificed three thousand boys and girls to the Immortals."
"As eras passed, in King Mu of Zhou's reign, Kunlun Mountain showed Immortal signs; King Mu pursued Immortality, gaining eternal life."
"Six hundred years back, during Duke Qin's era, an Immortal materialized in Xianyang's skies, overlooking the lands, abducting a thousand boys and a thousand girls to the Immortal Realm."
"Five hundred years ago, an Immortal prophesied: Penglai Immortal Island revealed traces, Tongtian's gate atop Penglai."
"In recent years, tales spread across nations of boys and girls vanishing with Immortals."
"Four hundred years past, Heavenly Immortal Blood rained down, crimson clouds stretching thousands of li, chronicled by states, ushering disasters and plagues."
"Three hundred years ago, Immortal signs faded entirely; no mortal records of Immortals remained, as rulers hunted for them."
...
Zhao Feng stared fixedly.
This bamboo slip chronicled Immortal traces from Zhou's founding onward.
"Done reading?"
"Your thoughts?" Ying Zheng asked smilingly.
"Immortals' existence doesn't shock me."
"But Father, didn't you spot the pattern in these Immortal appearances?" Zhao Feng stated gravely.
"What pattern?" Ying Zheng frowned in confusion.
He truly saw none.
"Immortals can't freely enter Shenzhou at all times."
"And three hundred years ago, when traces vanished completely—what caused it?" Zhao Feng countered.
"I have no clue," Ying Zheng admitted, shaking his head.
"Three centuries ago, Shenzhou's states warred fiercely—not the later Seven Kingdoms, nor the ancient multitude," Zhao Feng elaborated slowly.
"How does that link to Immortal traces?" Ying Zheng queried, baffled.
"Fewer nations mean less chaos in Shenzhou, bolstering National Fortune."
"Strong National Fortune strengthens Shenzhou's Qi Fortune, barring Immortals' entry," Zhao Feng explained.
At this revelation,
Via this ancient record, Zhao Feng grasped why Immortal sightings dwindled over time in Shenzhou.
Furthermore, in antiquity, Guiguzi roamed Shenzhou freely upon arrival, yet later couldn't leave his mountain—proof that Shenzhou's Qi Fortune increasingly restrained Immortals.