258: Bold ideas

Ever since Lu Yuchen settled down on Kunlun Mountain, his life had been what you'd call 'simple and unadorned'.

Every day, he would sleep until he woke up naturally, then grab a small stool and sit by the white jade railing at the entrance of the Immortal Palace, fishing into the surging sea of clouds.

But after half a month of fishing, he hadn't seen a single fish, not even a fish scale.

"Damn it, this life is like that of a retired old cadre, it's too damn boring."

Lu Yuchen tossed his fishing rod aside, his face full of existential despair.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about returning to modern times.

A few days ago, bored out of his mind, he made a special trip to the Bermuda Triangle. What was the result? That place only had big winds and waves, not even a ghost's shadow.

Space-time rifts simply didn't exist.

Going back, he couldn't.

Cultivating, he couldn't either.

His magic power decreased with every use, like a miser, so stingy it was unbearable.

Taking disciples... Wait!

Taking disciples?!

A 'buzz' sounded in Lu Yuchen's mind, as if a bolt of lightning had struck hard!

He suddenly sprang up from the small stool, his eyes wide and round, the half-dead, 'salted fish' expression on his face instantly replaced by endless ecstasy and excitement!

"Holy crap! How could I have forgotten about this?!"

He slapped his thigh, almost jumping three feet high on the spot.

Back then, in the Tianwu World, wasn't it because he took Lin Fan, that naive boy, as his disciple, and relied on his 'Son of Luck' BUG halo, that he forced the Heavenly Dao to open up the path of Immortal Cultivation?!

So, on this Earth, could he... do the same thing?!

"System! System! Get out here!" Lu Yuchen roared hysterically in his mind.

"What are your commands, Host?"

"I ask you, in this era, are there any Sons of Luck?!"

"Yes."

"Who is it?!"

"...Insufficient authority, unable to query."

Lu Yuchen: "..."

"Fine, you win," he pouted, no longer insisting.

He began frantically searching his not-so-large brain for the names of those awesome individuals in this era.

"Ying Ji? King Zhaoxiang of Qin, reigned for fifty-six years, laid the Foundation for Great Qin's unification of the world, awesome!"

"Bai Qi? God of Slaughter, massacred four hundred thousand Zhao State soldiers in the Battle of Changping, the foremost of the Four Great Generals of the Warring States, even more awesome!"

"Then... what about Ying Zheng? He was an emperor through the ages! The Ancestral Dragon! If I take him as a disciple, wouldn't his Luck just skyrocket?"

The more Lu Yuchen thought about it, the more excited he became, almost drooling.

But then he had a second thought and deflated.

"Wait, no, it's only been one year since the Battle of Changping, 261 BC. That kid Ying Zheng, it seems... hasn't been born yet?"

"Even if he was born, he's probably still a nursing baby held hostage in Zhao State."

He couldn't possibly run to Zhao State and say to a little kid still wearing split pants, "Little friend, I see you have extraordinary bones, would you like to learn Immortal Cultivation with me?"

That scene was too beautiful; he dared not imagine it.

In the end, Lu Yuchen could only refocus his attention on those two old fellows whose names were already famous throughout the world—Ying Ji and Bai Qi.

"You two are the ones!"

But as soon as this thought emerged, he recalled an extremely realistic and extremely frustrating problem.

"Holy crap... Ying Ji and Bai Qi at this time, it seems... are both over sixty years old, right?"

One is an old man over sixty, who spends his days pondering how to fight with the old king next door.

The other is an old general over sixty, who kills without batting an eye, with more blood on his hands than water he's drunk.

Can these two people comprehend Immortal Cultivation?

Can their old bones still handle the strain?

"Damn it, the difficulty level is a bit high," Lu Yuchen muttered, but he didn't give up.

Even a small mosquito is still meat; even an old man... can still shine and contribute!

Treat a dead horse as if it's alive!

...Night deepened.

Xianyang Palace was brightly lit.

King Qin Ying Ji, over sixty years old, was looking with irritation at the mountain of Changping battle reports piled on his desk.

"Lian Po! Lian Po!"

He slammed the bamboo slip in his hand to the ground, and his old eyes, which should have been cloudy, now burned with raging fury.

"That old scoundrel! He's gotten addicted to being a coward!"

A whole year!

His Great Qin's tiger and wolf army had been firmly blocked outside Changping by Lian Po, unable to advance an inch!

The daily consumption of provisions and military supplies was like flowing water; even with Great Qin's national strength, it was becoming hard to bear.

Just as he was agitated, the corner of his eye inadvertently caught sight of an old battle report from a year ago that he had long ignored.

That battle report was very short and inconspicuous.

It stated that a year ago, one of his centurions, during an ambush of a ten-man Zhao State scout team on the border, failed the ambush and even lost two men.

The centurion reported that just as they were about to succeed, they seemed to have encountered an "Immortal."

The Immortal merely waved a hand, and all the arrows they had shot stopped in mid-air.

This matter was too unbelievable.

His superior, thinking he was just making excuses for a defeat, not only didn't believe him but also fined him three months' salary.

Therefore, this battle report only mentioned a few words at the end, not attracting anyone's attention at all.

Ying Ji picked up the battle report, looked at the absurd description on it, and couldn't help but laugh in anger.

"Immortal?"

He scoffed, his laughter filled with disdain and sarcasm.

In his life, what great storms hadn't he seen? What strange people and extraordinary individuals hadn't he heard of?

But he didn't believe in any of these so-called "Immortals."

Generations of kings sought Immortals and the Dao, and in the end, which one wasn't completely deceived by those charlatan alchemists pretending to be gods?

Immortality?

It was nothing but a mirage.

He tossed the battle report aside, ready to continue worrying about the Changping war.

This matter was too bizarre, and without corroborating evidence, it was ultimately dismissed as an exaggeration after a defeat... Did such beings, truly transcendent above the mundane, exist in this world?

At the same time, inside the Bronze Immortal Palace on Kunlun Mountain.

Lu Yuchen was enthusiastically designing his upcoming 'script' in front of a water mirror formed by magic power.

"Hmm, the entrance must be flashy and impactful enough!"

"Special effects must be maxed out! Preferably with lightning, thunder, and changing weather!"

"As for the lines... they must be pretentious and profound!"

He recalled that before, on the Zhao State side, he had only acted as a small soldier and performed a minor Spell, but it didn't even make a ripple.

"No, this time I have to go big!"

He stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Going directly to that old man Ying Ji is too demeaning. Besides, I can't let Great Qin dominate everything."

"My goal is to usher in a magnificent... Immortal Cultivation era for the entire Warring States period!"

"Since that's the case, let's start with the Changping battlefield!"

A bold and crazy plan instantly formed in his mind.

"Let me be the... chess player who stirs up the winds and clouds!"