260: Searching for immortal cultivators all over the world

Night, still deep.

But within Baili Jing, there was no longer any of the previous dead silence.

The Qin Army warriors, having survived the calamity, every single one of them was as if injected with stimulants, their faces flushed, trembling with excitement.

Immortal!

They had actually seen the legendary Immortal!

The divine methods of flying with a sword, speaking and having it be so, and with a wave of a hand, turning thousands of enemy troops into dust, had already planted a seed named "Reverence" in their hearts, which were already full of iron-blood and slaughter!

"General! Are we... are we still burning the grain and fodder?" a soldier came forward and asked cautiously.

"Burn it!"

The young man named Meng smiled bitterly upon hearing this.

"Burn it and then leave quickly!"

...Fifteen minutes later.

"Hurry up! Pack up, return to camp!"

"This matter must be reported to the Great General immediately!"

He knew that from this night onwards, this seemingly deadlocked Changping battle was probably going to... change!

...An hour later.

Qin Army main camp, central army main tent.

The middle-aged general looked at the young general, who was covered in blood but whose expression was full of endless fanaticism and excitement, and the hundred or so warriors behind him, who were also like madmen, his brows tightly furrowed.

"What did you say?"

His voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

"Say it again."

"Reporting to the Great General!"

With a "thump," the young man named Meng knelt on one knee, his voice trembling violently from excitement!

"We, in Baili Jing, were rescued by an Immortal!"

"That Immortal flew with a sword, spoke and had it be so, and with a wave of his hand, turned those thousands of Zhao Army ambushers into dust!"

He recounted the miraculous scene from before, in full detail.

The middle-aged Qin general listened, then fell silent.

On his face, which usually showed a hint of murderous aura, for the first time, confusion appeared.

Immortal?

Did he believe it?

He didn't believe it.

In his life, he had killed countless people, and blood had flowed so much that it could float pestles, believing only in one principle—

Strength!

But... the person in front of him was his trusted subordinate whom he had personally promoted, and he knew his Heart-Nature better than anyone else.

He was definitely not the kind of person who would make up stories to shirk responsibility.

What's more, the hundred or so warriors behind him were all the most elite, battle-hardened soldiers of Great Qin!

The fanaticism and reverence on their faces could not be faked!

"Who else knows about this?"

His voice was still as calm, but in his icy eyes, a chilling glint now flashed.

"Reporting to the General, besides us, no one else!"

"Good."

The middle-aged man nodded.

"Transmit my general's order!"

His voice was full of majesty.

"Regarding today's events, no one is to mention a single word again! Those who disobey will be executed!"

"Also..." He paused, turning his gaze to the young man named Meng, "You, immediately follow me back to Xianyang!"

"This matter must be decided by the King himself!"

...Two days later, Xianyang Palace.

When King Ying Ji of Qin finished listening to their report and looked at the "Immortal portrait" drawn by hand, he was completely stunned.

Two old battle reports, which he had read no less than a hundred times, were placed together.

"Immortal!"

In Ying Ji's already somewhat cloudy old eyes, an extremely terrifying glint now burst forth.

He believed it.

He suddenly stood up, pacing back and forth in the great hall, his old face now filled with ecstasy and excitement.

Immortal!

In this world, there really are Immortals!

Longevity!

Those two words, which had troubled him for decades and kept him awake at night, at this moment, seemed to become... within reach!

"Transmit my order!"

He suddenly turned his head, and in his eyes, the burning fire of ambition blazed!

"I, the lonely one, want to find him!"

"At all costs, I must find him!"

The middle-aged general frowned upon hearing this and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, that Immortal is like a Dragon, seen at the head but not the tail. We, I'm afraid... have no way to find him."

"No."

Ying Ji shook his head, a smile of "everything is under control" appearing on his face.

"An Immortal will not actively come to us."

"But we can make him actively come to us!"

A decisive look flashed in his eyes, and his voice suddenly rose, echoing throughout the entire hall!

"Transmit my imperial decree!"

"Effective immediately, throughout the entire realm, issue a 'Decree for Seeking Talents'!

"State that I, the lonely one, wish to find a Grand Tutor who can comprehend the 'Dao of Heaven and Earth', to assist me and enlighten the common people!"

"Anyone who can gain my approval, regardless of origin or nationality, can be enfeoffed as a King or appointed as a Prime Minister! And sit as equals with me!"

"Furthermore, they may freely enter my treasury and command a million-strong army!"

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's minds were greatly shaken, causing a towering shock!

Enfeoffed as a King or appointed as a Prime Minister!

Sitting as equals!

Such rewards were simply unheard of, unseen!

Your Majesty, is this... madness?!

"Your Majesty, this... absolutely cannot be!" he said anxiously, "If this attracts someone with ulterior motives..."

"No matter."

Ying Ji waved his hand, a confident smile on his face.

"In this world, there is no one who dares to be presumptuous in my Xianyang Palace."

"What's more..." He paused, a sly glint flashing in his eyes, "This 'Decree for Seeking Talents' was never meant for those ordinary mortals."

"But for that... Immortal."

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

Lu Yuchen was sitting with his legs crossed, cracking melon seeds while looking at the water mirror formed by magical power in front of him.

On the mirror, everything happening in Xianyang Palace was being clearly, comprehensively, and without blind spots, livestreamed.

Beside him, the white tiger, which had grown considerably, was fawningly rubbing its fluffy big head against his leg, its golden eyes filled with longing for that bag of melon seeds.

"Hehe, the fish are on the hook."

Lu Yuchen looked at the high-spirited Ying Ji, a fox-like smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He finished cracking the last handful of melon seeds, clapped the crumbs off his hands, and slowly stood up.

"Xiao Bai, let's go."

"It's time for us two, grandpa and grandson, to make a grand entrance and show off."