Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 739 Chapter 304: Father, Do You Want to See What an Immortal Is?_2

Ying Zheng shook his head. "I don't get what you mean."

Zhao Feng glanced over, his eyes playfully settling on Ying Zheng. "I bet Mother has mentioned the Martial Dao Power to you already, huh?"

"Haha." Ying Zheng chuckled twice, his intent obvious.

Zhao Feng smiled as he inquired, "Dad, what's your view on martial arts?"

Ying Zheng recalled emotionally, "The first time I witnessed it, Qi'er lifted a stone imitation mountain weighing dozens of shi when he was only a few years old."

Zhao Feng posed another rhetorical question. "Do you realize that, if I weren't your son, after pacifying Baiyue and conquering the world, what sort of empire I would found?"

Ying Zheng remained silent, his eyes fixed on Zhao Feng.

"A martial arts nation—that's what I'll create."

Zhao Feng's tone carried immense ambition and grandeur. "Across Shenzhou, every subject under me will cultivate, bolstering the realm through martial prowess, ensuring my dynasty endures forever."

"Does this martial arts path grant immortality?" Ying Zheng questioned.

"Of course it does."

"Yet this world holds certain anomalies. When cultivators hit a certain martial arts realm, they ought to gain extended lifespan, but they don't."

Zhao Feng spoke with deep feeling. "I've hunted for the cause without success."

Ying Zheng asked with keen interest, "How many years can you live right now?"

Zhao Feng grinned. "Around seven or eight hundred years."

"Sss."

Ying Zheng drew in a sharp breath upon hearing that figure.

"Dad, care to feel the might of Martial Dao Power?"

Zhao Feng questioned smilingly.

"How can I experience it?" Ying Zheng's curiosity had burned for ages.

Zhao Feng grinned. "Just don't get frightened then."

He added with a playful tone.

Without delay, he placed a hand on Ying Zheng's shoulder and hoisted him lightly.

Suddenly, he sprang upward.

In an instant.

Zhao Feng and Ying Zheng's forms vanished from the hall entirely.

Beyond the hall.

A fierce wind gust battered the imperial guards, nearly knocking them off balance.

"What was that?"

"No clue."

"Nothing stirring."

A few guards displayed shocked expressions.

They peeked back at the hall, finding it utterly still.

The recent wind left them merely baffled.

High up in the empty sky.

With a surge of True Qi, Zhao Feng steadied Ying Zheng mid-air, a grin spreading across his features.

"This... this... this..."

Ying Zheng hovered in the sky, gazing down at Xianyang City, his face full of shock.

Only Zhao Feng could show such a sight to this legendary emperor.

Right then.

Perched thousands of feet aloft.

A single plunge would smash one to bits.

Regular folk would panic wildly by now.

Yet Ying Zheng stayed composed despite his amazement, betraying no terror.

Beneath the shock lay intense curiosity.

"Father."

Zhao Feng smiled. "What do you think of it?"

"Skills of the immortals!"

"My boy has ascended to immortality."

"Unforeseen!"

Ying Zheng boomed with laughter, thrilled beyond measure. "Heaven blesses us—my son Ying Zheng has gained immortality!"

His heart swelled with pure joy at that instant.

Since antiquity until now.

Innumerable rulers chased after immortals, craving eternal life to rule eternally as the sole enduring sovereign.

But since antiquity until now.

Besides King Mu of Zhou, a mere legend of old, who ever attained immortality?

And today.

Future annals will chronicle one man.

Emperor Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng unified the realm and forged Huaxia as one.

His offspring Zhao Feng, of immortal lineage, wielding immortal divine arts, holds the roots of eternal life.

"Immortality."

"Far off still."

Zhao Feng smiled. "Besides, martial arts' highest aim might not be immortality at all—the martial path seeks power, yet even at immortal-equaling heights, it's not deemed immortal."

Following talks with Guiguzi.

Zhao Feng grasped a key truth.

Martial arts were absent from this world.

Only immortal cultivation prevailed as the path.

In this realm, Zhao Feng forged a fresh cultivation system.

Martial Dao Cultivation.

Going forward.

Zhao Feng shall rise as this world's Martial Ancestor.

"Your words escape me."

"I can't fathom the scale of your grand visions."

Ying Zheng gazed at Zhao Feng gravely. "Yet as your father, I back you fully, no matter what."

As emperor.

As unifier of the world's founding sovereign.

Ying Zheng sensed his son's drive dwarfed his own.

Once, as King of Qin, Ying Zheng dreamed of toppling the Six States, claiming the world—which folks of this age saw as the vast Land of the Divine Continent.

Its boundless scale already defied mortal conquest.

Zhao Feng eyed far beyond this soil, scheming for the whole cosmos.

Schemes far grander!

At Ying Zheng's declaration.

A warm, moved smile lit Zhao Feng's face.

Ever since Mount Tai's revelation.

Zhao Feng comprehended all his father's hidden efforts on his behalf.

Aware of his true nature, he pushed him forward relentlessly, granting authority and renown.

To give him loyal followers, men like Han Fei and Xiao He rose high under him.

To ease his worries, national authority was handed over freely.

Such paternal devotion from an emperor stood unparalleled in history.

Within imperial clans.

Emperors brook no rivals for power, not even kin or heirs.

Affection rarely factors in.

"Imperial houses lack true bonds"—no empty proverb.

Yet Ying Zheng showered genuine family love on Zhao Feng and kin.

"Dad."

"Want to mount a dragon?"