Chapter 51: Gao Yao – Where’s My Elixir of Immortality?

Chapter 51: Gao Yao – Where's My Elixir of Immortality? (23rd Update)

An hour later, the pain gradually faded from Zu Zong's body.

A system prompt echoed in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host has successfully fused with the Eight Spider Lances. The Eight Spider Lances are now one with the host, inseparable.]

At the same time, with a sound like tearing silk, the fabric on Zu Zong's back was instantly shredded. On either side of his spine, eight fist-sized bulges began to swell.

Moments later, all eight bulges ruptured. Strangely, the skin on his back did not tear open; instead, from the eight protrusions, deep purple objects emerged, rapidly extending outward at an astonishing pace.

In the blink of an eye, the deep purple limbs had already grown over a meter long. They continued to stretch at an incredible speed. When they surpassed one and a half meters in length, they paused slightly. At the tips, joint-like structures formed, then extended further, branching out at new angles.

Catching a glimpse from the corner of his eye, Zu Zong murmured, "This… this is the Eight Spider Lances?"

All eight dark purple-black limbs extended past three meters before finally stopping. Their entire surface glistened with a bright purple sheen, appearing extremely smooth. They were thickest where they connected to his back and gradually thinned toward the ends, which tapered into razor-sharp tips like cone-shaped spikes.

Zu Zong tried moving slightly, but found he couldn't yet control the eight spider legs. In a matter of moments, all the furniture in the room was shredded to pieces by the sharp limbs. Fortunately, the Rose Hotel had excellent soundproofing—otherwise, a crowd would surely have gathered outside to see what was going on.

After the destruction, Zu Zong slowly got the hang of controlling the Eight Spider Lances.

"Sigh, suddenly growing eight extra legs really takes some getting used to. Looks like I'll need to practice a lot more."

Muttering to himself, Zu Zong retracted the Eight Spider Lances into his body.

Glancing around the room, he saw a complete mess. What was once a cozy, pink-themed space now looked utterly ruined—like dozens of huskies had carried out a million-dollar renovation project. It was a disaster.

Zu Zong gave a helpless wry smile. He put on a fresh set of clothes and muttered quietly, "Looks like I'll have to go down later and pay for the damages."

"System, continue stealing."

[Ding! Congratulations, host has stolen a box of Elixir of Immortality (three pills) from Zhao Gao (Gao Yao) of the 'Myth' world. Zhao Gao's hatred toward the host has risen to 100%. Host receives 10,000 Hatred Points. Zhao Gao wants to kill the host.]

Zu Zong was stunned, followed by overwhelming joy. Though he always considered himself a genius (a cheat-wielder) destined to become a god, those around him weren't necessarily so fortunate. What if something happened to them in the future? Having an Elixir of Immortality was like an insurance policy—it could grant them ageless life.

"Damn, immortality! Never thought I'd actually be able to steal something like that. Not bad at all!"

[Ding! Zhao Gao (Gao Yao)'s hatred is at maximum. Host will now be auto-transmitted to the 'Myth' world. Transmission location: Xianyang Palace. Countdown: 10… 9… 8…]

This time, the theft had "backfired," but unlike the last incident, Zu Zong didn't panic. Technically speaking, it wasn't really a failure. Although the 'Myth' world had a setting that allowed time travel, it was still a relatively normal world. Even someone as strong as Xiang Yu wasn't that terrifying. No matter how many soldiers there were, Zu Zong felt no fear. Besides, he was rather curious to meet the disgrace of transmigrators—"Saintly White Lotus" Yi Xiaochuan.

Meanwhile, in the 'Myth' world…

Inside Xianyang Palace, Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng was critically ill. Only the Elixir of Immortality could save his life.

"Zhao Gao, are you plotting rebellion?"

"Haha! Who would've thought—even I, Zhao Gao, can achieve immortality." Zhao Gao (Gao Yao) chuckled coldly. He had deliberately sent away all the eunuchs, maids, and guards for this very moment. Once Qin Shihuang died, he could forge the imperial edict, execute Fusu and Meng Tian, and enthrone the eighteenth prince, Hu Hai, seizing power over the entire court.

Just as Gao Yao was about to open the box and consume the elixirs, something shocking happened—the three Elixirs of Immortality he'd been holding, along with the box, vanished into thin air.

Gao Yao roared, "What the hell is going on?! Where did the elixirs go? Where's my Elixir of Immortality?!"

Even Gao Yao was dumbfounded, let alone the dying Ying Zheng, who stared wide-eyed in shock. A divine miracle… a miracle! Could it be that a god had taken pity on him, unwilling to let the empire fall into a traitor's hands?

In the next instant, the air in the palace began to ripple as space distorted all around.

In the stunned gazes of Gao Yao and Ying Zheng, a young man clad in black close-fitting attire with long blue-silver hair stepped lightly out of the distorted space and landed softly on the ground.

Zu Zong looked around and saw the disheveled Ying Zheng lying on the floor, as well as the terrified Gao Yao standing nearby. Smiling faintly, he said, "Not bad luck. Didn't expect to run into the target directly."

Gao Yao silently stared at the blue-haired youth before him. His intent to kill had already been replaced by sheer fear. Spatial travel? Even as a transmigrator himself, he had never witnessed something like this! Could deities truly exist in this world?

At that thought, Gao Yao immediately dropped to his knees and kowtowed. "This lowly one, Zhao Gao, pays respects to the divine immortal!"

Zu Zong glanced at Zhao Gao but said nothing. Instead, his gaze turned to the fallen Ying Zheng, his expression complicated.

Since childhood on his previous life's Blue Star, Zu Zong had deeply admired this eternal emperor. He abolished feudalism, implemented the commandery-county system, unified the written script and measurements, and standardized axle widths. He fought the Xiongnu in the north, conquered the Baiyue in the south, built the Great Wall, constructed the Lingqu Canal to link the Yangtze and Pearl Rivers—a display of immense heroism.

Although in his later years, Qin Shihuang did many absurd things in pursuit of immortality, his achievements were undeniable. As the one true emperor through the ages, he instilled the concept of unification deep into the people's hearts, a merit that would benefit generations. No matter how war-torn Huaxia became, it would ultimately always reunify.

Thankfully, Zu Zong knew that the Ying Zheng before him was merely a knockoff. Otherwise, his faith might have crumbled.

"Im—Immortal… I beg you… please save me," Ying Zheng said tremblingly. By now, he was like a dying flame, too weak even to speak a complete sentence.

Zu Zong shook his head, activated the Nine Yang Divine Technique, and circulated his soul power to lift Ying Zheng onto the bed. Watching this display of telekinesis, the kneeling Gao Yao was both shocked and increasingly terrified.

Zu Zong ignored both Zhao Gao and Gao Yao. Looking at the counterfeit "Ying Zheng," he called out in his mind, "Let me be willful this once!"

Spreading his right hand, the Nine Yang Divine Technique's soul power condensed in his palm. "Blue Silver Emperor—Unseal."

A Blue Silver Emperor brimming with life energy emerged in his hand. The grass's leaves unfurled and gently wrapped around Ying Zheng's body.

As the soul power was infused, Ying Zheng's pale face gradually regained a healthy flush. In just moments, Zu Zong withdrew the soul power infusion. At the same time, a Blue Silver Emperor half a meter tall had sprouted in the room.

Feeling his condition improve, Ying Zheng hurriedly knelt in gratitude. "Thank you, immortal! Thank you, immortal!"

Zu Zong waved his hand. "Don't thank me just yet. I've only temporarily eased your condition. With your current body, you'll last no more than six months."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng froze. So in the end, he was still going to die. He immediately began kowtowing repeatedly. "I beg the immortal to grant me divine medicine, to let me live eternally. My Great Qin will venerate the immortal for all generations!"

Seeing Ying Zheng's pitiful display, Zu Zong grew even more disappointed. Such a majestic eternal emperor, ruined by the director of Myth, reduced to this. This was precisely why Zu Zong had not healed him completely. What he truly felt sorrow for was Fusu, Meng Tian, and the strong Qin Empire that generations of Qin kings had built through tireless effort.

(End of Chapter)

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