Li Mo’s mind was flooded with flashes from his life.
As a child in a strange kingdom, he was exchanged as a hostage, growing up amid fear and poverty. Eventually, his parents returned home alone, leaving him abandoned.
Finally, after surviving six years in the shadows, he returned to the homeland as the grandson of the king.
In Zhao, he faced cold treatment, but things escalated to a whole new level upon his return to Qin.
Many said he wasn’t truly his parents’ son; he didn’t look like the proud bloodline of Great Qin. He was taciturn and didn’t possess the talents or poise that other noble youths exuded.
Other noble kids didn’t treat him as a prince either, and they spent years mocking his bloodline. Under his restrained anger, their covert jabs turned into open ridicule.
That day, he finally reached his limit with his mother’s humiliation and threw hands.
But there were too many opponents, all big and strong. He wasn’t a match for them.
He called out for help, but the disdain in his parents’ eyes was unbearable.
Like the other nobles, they were embarrassed by him, as if his very existence was proof of their shame in Zhao.
So he gave up resisting, just like he did in Zhao.
People said he was weak and cowardly, not fit to be a noble or a future king.
No one cared; he had been shaped by poverty and fear from birth, a tragic fate caused by his noble lineage, which he simply inherited.
After four years of misfortune, his grandfather and parents passed away one after another.
That day, he received the royal seal of Qin.
Well, at least for over a decade, his forte had been hiding his light and biding his time.
Eight years later, his siblings betrayed him, and the following year, under his mother’s support, Lao Ai rebelled, grasping the towering power as if it were a bone stuck in his throat.
Looking at his mother’s gentle face, it transformed into something… ferocious and crazed due to power.
The last flicker of warmth in his heart was completely extinguished.
Seated on the throne, he finally acquired all his power.
But it also made him a true solitary figure.
The faces of old friends had all changed because of power. He aimed to become the most powerful person in the world.
Thus began the monumental endeavor to unify the world.
Over the course of ten years, Great Qin’s iron cavalry swept through Han, Zhao, Wei, Chu, Yan, and Qi, ending the chaotic disputes.
Family, friends, enemies—everyone had disappeared into the wind.
Great Qin established the first unified dynasty, with all power resting solely in his hands.
Yet, the weight of that power suffocated him, making it hard to breathe.
Every day, he dealt with 200-pound bamboo slips, gradually feeling overwhelmed.
But Great Qin couldn’t slow down, like a speeding carriage; without a capable driver, it would face utter destruction.
He had already been consumed by power.
Unless he pursued the elusive elixir of life.
But Xu Fu and the others never returned; he had been duped, and enraged, he executed many for it, leaving a notorious mark in history by burying scholars and burning books.
Now, he roamed the sandy dunes one last time, feeling like a flickering candle in the wind.
“I… am I going to d*e?”
Li Mo felt his inner self spiraling out of control, the intense unwillingness flaring like oil on a fire.
If it weren’t for this unwillingness, he might have already perished.
As his consciousness sank into darkness, he heard someone say:
“The Lord of Cloud has returned! He brought back an elixir of immortality!”
Then, a crystal-clear, ruby-like pill was presented before him at the brink of d*ath.
Swallow it.
His ambition, his unwillingness, his obsession, his thirst for life—all peaked at that moment.
Whispering endlessly in his ears:
“Eat it, and you’ll be able to live forever, standing atop the peak of power.”
“You d*e, and what will become of your grand life?”
“Do you really want to see the glorious empire crumble in an instant?”
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“Ha ha ha, Zheng Er, come down and join me!”
The voice echoed like a magical spell—so clear that covering his ears didn’t help, for it came from within him.
“No…”
“No, I’m not Qin Shi Huang…”
“I’m not a solitary figure.”
Li Mo’s face was now half-covered in bl**d-red wrappings.
The people of Ink City around him could do nothing but anxiously pace the floor.
“Wow, Little Li looks kind of charming like this. He won’t cackle out loud like a villain, will he?”
“What is he mumbling about?”
“Me, Qin Shi Huang, throw money?”
“Who’s Qin Shi Huang?”
Everyone was completely bewildered by the current situation. They didn’t even know who Zheng Ge was, not even in the City of Divine Beings, let alone the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
They could only gather that Li Mo seemed to be identifying with some emperor.
In Wanchun Courtyard, Shang Qin Qing awoke to find the sky had fallen.
She’d missed the candy, and Little Li had taken it all.
Would she never get to munch on candy again?
“What on earth is this bl**d God’s trick?” Shang Wu crossed her arms, her gaze dark.
“This move is quite the legendary tale,” Qin Yuzhi said with a solemn face.
As everyone knew, Qin Yuzhi was awfully well-informed; she had even slept through a dynastic change and was privy to many secrets.
“What’s the tale?”
Shang Wu sighed, “Back when the bl**d Refinement Hall was known as the Martial Refinement Hall, a martial genius emerged there, gifted beyond measure.”
“How gifted?”
“Comparable to that castrating head of the Yin Yang Hall.”
“Well, that’s something…”
“This guy was a martial addict, ignoring his wife at home. She, lonely, ended up having an affair with his disciple.”
“Huh?”
Everyone was momentarily at a loss for words, but they were puzzled; what did this have to do with the bl**d God’s methods?
“Don’t rush; let me explain.”
Qin Yuzhi took a sip of tea. “That martial genius felt green with envy, but he truly loved his wife and couldn’t bring himself to punish her, realizing he had made mistakes too.”
“He couldn’t let go of the martial path and didn’t want to wear the green hat, so he sought divine help.”
“The ancestral spirit manifested and taught him a method: by dripping his bl**d, he could create a clone called ‘Drip bl**d Clone!’”
Everyone: “……”
Strip away the background noise, and this martial skill sounded downright godly.
“From then on, while training his true body, he dripped bl**d daily to accompany his wife. But over time, he found she continued her affair.”
“Enraged, he dripped his bl**d onto the disciple.”
“Something peculiar happened: he realized he could manifest through the disciple! As long as he dispersed the disciple’s consciousness, he could obtain a new body!”
“Of course, the cost is hefty… I wonder if the bl**d God has perfected this method.”
At this point, everyone’s expressions changed, seemingly understanding each other’s intentions.
Did the bl**d God want to destroy Young Hero Li?
This meant that once Li succeeded, he could take control of the Divine Sword of the Celestials through Young Hero Li, and the City of Divine Beings would be completely finished.
“Let me in!”
Shang Wu was genuinely anxious this time, rolling up her sleeves, ready to rush into the Jiangshan Yizhi Map.
But Shang Qin Qing held her back.
“Little Qingluan, why are you stopping me?”
“Little Ice Girl is still inside; she’s more worried than you but hasn’t shown up yet.”
