Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

"Really... Father, this cultivation method is actually true!"

Fusu looked at his hands, his eyes shining brightly.

"Yes, it's true!"

Ying Zheng also stared at his body closely, feeling extremely excited.

Is this the spiritual energy of heaven and earth? Is this the true method of cultivation recorded in the book? Ying Zheng raised his head and laughed.

"Hahaha! It's actually a real magic!"

Although it was very weak, Ying Zheng was almost certain that the breath he just felt was exactly the same as the one he felt in the wooden house in Taoyuan Valley before!
Is this the method of cultivation?
Is this the realm of true gods and alchemists?
Ying Zheng roared to the sky, so excited that he almost burst into tears.

As the emperor of the Qin Dynasty, his greatest wish after unifying the six kingdoms was to find an immortal and seek immortality.

And now, although immortality has not yet been achieved, the true immortal method has been obtained!
How could he not be excited?

Taking a deep breath, Ying Zheng bowed deeply without hesitation towards where Yang Ling was in the distance.

"Thank you for the Dharma, Immortal! Disciple Ying Zheng will definitely remember your grace and live up to this Dharma!"

Seeing this scene, Fusu also hurriedly saluted respectfully.

After the ceremony, Ying Zheng and Fusu sat cross-legged again, carefully practicing and studying the cultivation method.

The two of them pondered silently and guided each other, almost obsessed with it.

They felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around them and were intoxicated.

However, what surprised Ying Zheng and Fusu was that although they could feel the existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, they were unable to absorb it into their bodies.

"Why can't it be absorbed into the body?"

In the study, Ying Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of bloodshot.

He suddenly stood up and tried to practice his skills again seriously to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but he was still unable to absorb it into his body.

"Why?"

Ying Zheng's eyes were red and he looked anxious, and Fusu encountered the same situation.

However, compared to Ying Zheng, Fusu sensed more spiritual energy from heaven and earth, but was also unable to absorb even a bit.

Faced with this situation, Ying Zheng and Fusu became anxious.

The cultivation method they had been dreaming of was clearly right before their eyes, right in front of them, but why couldn't they touch it?
I've even seen it!
Ying Zheng's eyes were red as he devoted himself to practicing from the afternoon till the evening. He did not even have time to eat. He continued to study until late at night, and even stayed up all night until sunrise the next day.

However, it still didn't help.

Although the spiritual energy fluctuations that could be felt were increasing, they could not be absorbed into the body at all.

Is there something wrong with the technique?

Or am I practicing wrongly?
With red eyes, Ying Zheng called Xu Fu over at night.

Xu Fu was also very confused after hearing the descriptions of Ying Zheng and Fusu.

"Your Majesty, I have never encountered such a thing. I just practiced for a while, and then the spiritual energy entered my body..." Xu Fu told the truth.

To be fair, Ying Zheng and Fusu’s cultivation talents are actually quite good and are not much inferior to Xu Fu.

But the key point is that they all carry the mysterious aura of an emperor!

Both of them are genuine emperors in terms of birth and bloodline, and are simply unable to practice ordinary martial arts!

To practice, the two of them either need specific techniques or specific elixirs and guides!

How can you cultivate anything with just an ordinary Qi training method?
Therefore, after a night of training, although Ying Zheng and Fusu felt the existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, they basically did not gain any benefits. They were unable to actively absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and could only absorb a little automatically, and their physical fitness did not improve much.

But even so, there were some signs. Fusu seemed to have undergone a transformation. His eyes became brighter and his stature became taller. Ying Zheng also changed. His originally sparse white hair became less and less. He seemed to be one or two years younger. Even the wrinkles on his face disappeared a lot.

But such benefits made Ying Zheng even more anxious.

How is this going?

Why is it that there is nothing wrong with the technique and the practice, but I just can’t practice it?
It's like a man who has been hungry for decades and suddenly sees a group of beautiful women in front of him, waiting for him to pick them. However, he can only watch and cannot touch them no matter what. The feeling of frustration is so uncomfortable.

Feeling his body become much lighter, Ying Zheng could no longer bear the desire to practice, and he wished he could absorb all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body in the next instant.

How long has it been since he felt his body so relaxed?

Ten years ago, or twenty years ago?

This is just the aftermath of cultivation. He is so powerful without even embarking on the path of cultivation. How shocking would it be if he really started practicing?

Taking a deep breath, Ying Zheng forced himself to suppress the irritation in his heart and continued to study the cultivation method.

There is nothing wrong with practicing the exercises, Xu Fu has already demonstrated it once, so what is wrong?

However, just when Ying Zheng was about to immerse himself in practicing his martial arts again, the commander of the Black Ice Platform guards knocked gently on the door, breaking the silence.

"Your Majesty, it is getting late. The morning court is about to begin. Many ministers have been waiting outside for a long time."

Ying Zheng was slightly surprised when he heard this.

Morning court? It's time so soon?
He felt like he had only been practicing for a short while.

Fusu was also stunned. He looked at the morning light outside the window and muttered to himself, it’s already so early?

He quickly stood up and said respectfully, "Father, if that's the case, I won't disturb you from your morning court session. I'll take my leave first and go back to continue studying the cultivation method and bamboo slips. I'll discuss matters with you in the evening."

After saying this, Fusu was about to retreat and continue his practice.

But at this moment, Ying Zheng suddenly narrowed his eyes and called him.

"Fusu, wait a moment. I have some new insights from last night's practice, and I may be able to make a breakthrough soon. Besides, I have been feeling quite tired these past few days..."

At this point, Ying Zheng's tone revealed a barely perceptible hint of fatigue.

"Besides, the future of Daqin will eventually be handed over to you..."

When Fusu heard this, he had a bad feeling in his heart. Sure enough, Ying Zheng's next words confirmed his premonition.

"For the next period of time, you will supervise the country for me and handle some trivial matters, such as the aftermath of the flood. I want to practice the first volume of the master's record first!"

Ying Zheng's tone was full of determination.

"No matter what, I will draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into my body!"

Fusu looked hesitant and tried to argue, but Ying Zheng had made up his mind.

At the same time, in the main hall of the Xianyang Imperial Palace, dozens of ministers were respectfully waiting for the start of the morning court.

They talked in low voices, discussing why Ying Zheng had not appeared yet.

"Strange, why hasn't His Majesty come yet? Half an hour has passed."

"Your Majesty is very busy, especially after dealing with the flood. As your subjects, it is only right for us to wait a little longer."

The ministers echoed and expressed their understanding.

They held tightly in their hands memorials containing their strategies and ideas for post-flood recovery work.

However, as time passed, Ying Zheng still did not show up.

The ministers began to feel confused and uneasy. They looked at each other and wondered what was going on. Finally, when the sun was about to rise to the zenith, footsteps were heard in the distance.

The ministers were immediately perked up and sat up straight.

However, when they looked up, they were surprised to find that the person sitting in the hall was not Ying Zheng, but the eldest prince Fusu!
Fusu took a deep breath, forced a smile, stood in front of the throne and said loudly: "My dear ministers, please stand up. Today, my father is busy, so I will take his place as regent."

After saying this, he naturally sat on the throne.

The ministers were completely confused, having never expected such a situation to happen.

They were filled with doubts and puzzlement: What was going on? Where was His Majesty? Why did he let Prince Fusu govern the country?
Although they admired Fusu's ability to govern the country, something was clearly wrong with the current situation.

Fusu was once the regent, but at that time it was Ying Zheng who was on tour in the east. What is the situation now?
The ministers looked stunned, having not expected this at all.

Especially those who secretly did not support Fusu were shocked and uneasy.

Fusu, who was sitting on the throne, was also quite helpless deep down in his heart.

He had just practiced for a whole night, but had not achieved anything and was still full of anger, yet he decided to get up and take over as regent.

Although he is not opposed to being the regent, it depends on the time!

He had just practiced in the study for a day and a night, and hadn't figured out anything yet, when his father kicked him out to attend the morning court.

"Father, could you please stop torturing me like this?"

Fusu muttered to himself, looking helpless.

"I also want to practice immortal arts and become as powerful as you."

He looked at Ying Zheng who was immersed in cultivation, and felt mixed emotions.

The flood in Longxi has just subsided, and I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but I didn't expect that my father would plunge into cultivation and completely ignore the affairs of state.

"How can there be such an emperor!"

Fusu rubbed his tired brows and looked a little tired.

After a day and night of practice, he didn't figure out anything, but instead felt extremely tired.

Unlike Ying Zheng, he did not have the aura of a king, and the threshold for cultivation was relatively low, but even so, he felt overwhelmed.

"Father..."

Although Fusu felt helpless and dissatisfied, he knew that he should not say too much.

He forced himself to cheer up, forced a smile despite the dark circles under his eyes, and began to deal with the affairs of the morning court.

"There are many issues concerning the flood in Longxi. I wonder which lord has good suggestions to offer?"

Fusu dragged his tired body and handled state affairs with the ministers.

However, what he didn't expect was that this process would take a whole day.

As for Ying Zheng, he was still immersed in the insights of cultivation.

He sat cross-legged in the room, concentrating on studying the martial arts techniques on the bamboo slips.

"I see, this step actually requires this!"

Sometimes he clapped his hands and laughed, sometimes he frowned, and sometimes he was silent.

However, despite his efforts, he was still unable to attract even a bit of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body.

On the contrary, after practicing for a period of time, he encountered the same problem as Xu Fu, and felt a sharp pain in his meridians.

"What exactly went wrong?"

Ying Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, both of which were filled with blood.

He held his chin in his hand and paced back and forth in the study, but he couldn't figure out the key no matter what.

Is it because he is not talented enough? Or is it because the method he practices is not suitable? Or is there something wrong with his methods and actions?

He pondered hard, wondering if masters would also encounter this situation when practicing.

Out of desperation, Ying Zheng sighed, pushed the door open, walked casually, and pondered the key to cultivation.

A breeze blew by, the sun shone brightly, and Ying Zheng frowned. He felt as if he had seen a great man somewhere before.

If you walk on the road and look from a little further away, you will see that he does look very similar to the late emperor...

Where did they meet? Is the master related to Daqin?

Just as Ying Zheng was thinking, the sound of crisp wind chimes woke him up from his thoughts.

He turned his head and saw a magnificent and tall palace and a young eunuch who was wiping the door nervously.

“It’s actually here…”

This is the Qin Palace where the jade tablets of the Qin royal family of all dynasties are enshrined.

Ying Zheng was suddenly stunned and frowned.

Why would the breakthrough of a master cause such a stir in the Qin Palace?
He silently recited the two sentences written on Yang Ling's bamboo slips: "Between heaven and earth, everything has its destiny; everything that is done without action has its reason."

The frown deepened.

If the vibration spread to Xianyang, why didn't other places vibrate, and only the jade tablets of the royal descendants of the Qin Dynasty vibrated?

Could it be that... the master is really connected to the imperial family of our Great Qin?

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng finally took action. Without saying anything, he went directly to Chongshang Palace, where the genealogy of the Qin Dynasty was recorded.

Every member of the Qin royal family will have strict records and portraits, even illegitimate children will be recorded.

"Your Majesty." The old eunuch bowed respectfully.

"Bring the family tree." Ying Zheng ordered.

The thick family tree was spread out on the desk. Ying Zheng frowned and read it carefully page by page.

He searched carefully from the very first ancestor Bo Yi to the youngest Hu Hai, but he could not find the face of the master at all.

There are a few similarities, especially with his father, grandfather, and the former Kings of Qin Zhuangxiang and Xiaowen.

If his father had not been buried in the ground for decades, Ying Zheng would even want to dig him out right now to see if it was him.

"It shouldn't be..." He rubbed his brows gently under the candlelight, "Although they are very similar, there are differences..."

"Who is this master?" he muttered to himself.

The lights were dim and the entire clan hall was silent.

The sky had darkened without anyone noticing. Just as Ying Zheng closed the family tree and was about to leave...

But he suddenly saw a familiar name on a certain page!

The name only flashed by his mind for a moment, but it made Ying Zheng feel as if he was struck by lightning, and his movements suddenly froze in place!

His pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip in an instant!
"Wait!? This name..."

He stared at this very familiar name, his thoughts instantly went back to decades ago when he was still a child, and his breathing suddenly became rapid!
A person with this name...seems to have never appeared in the family tree!! (End of this chapter)