To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 358 Immortality is in Sight!

Looking at Zhang Fan, who was lying on his side on the bed and even grinning at his phone, Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly.

He had come to discuss the allocation of weapons for the Northern Expedition with Zhang Fan, but as he approached the bed, Ying Zheng's gaze inadvertently fell upon the neatly arranged clay figures on his phone screen.

Ying Zheng stopped in his tracks, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"You brat, the clay figures appearing on this phone look like soldiers of our Great Qin, all clad in armor. What are they?"

This sudden, deep voice rang out in the quiet bedroom.

Holy crap!

Zhang Fan was so startled that his hand trembled and the phone almost hit his face.

He hurriedly sat up, looking at Ying Zheng who had somehow appeared beside the bed, and patted his chest guiltily: "Old Zheng, why do you walk so quietly? You scared me to death!"

"You're just too engrossed in watching!"

Ying Zheng pointed to the livestreamer still hawking the item on the screen and asked curiously again, "What is the origin of this item?"

"Cough cough..."

Zhang Fan cleared his throat. Since Ying Zheng had seen it, he decided not to hide it anymore and said directly, "These things are called 'Terracotta Warriors' in later generations. Actually... they are the burial objects in your future Lishan Imperial Mausoleum."

According to the laws of the Qin Dynasty, this statement would be an absolute crime punishable by the extermination of the entire clan!

But surprisingly, Ying Zheng was not angry when he heard these treasonous words.

As one of the greatest emperors in Chinese history, he possessed an extraordinary magnanimity and naturally knew that everyone must die eventually. The early construction of the Lishan Mausoleum was also his own decree.

Instead, he stroked his beard with interest, a hint of arrogance in his eyes: "Oh? So these are my burial items! It seems that even after my death, I will still have Qin warriors accompanying me in the underworld."

How will future generations evaluate my terracotta warriors?

"The reviews are really high!"

Zhang Fan gave a thumbs up, praising it without reservation, "Later generations revered it as the 'Eighth Wonder of the World'! They said you, Old Zheng, were mighty and domineering; even in death, the aura of this underground army can still awe through the ages!"

Upon hearing the words "awe-inspiring throughout the ages," Ying Zheng's lips curled up wildly, his smile almost impossible to conceal, clearly indicating that he was extremely pleased with this compliment.

He nodded in satisfaction, preparing to take another closer look at his imposing underground army.

But then, suddenly!

Ying Zheng's smile suddenly froze.

"etc!"

"Zhang Fan, you just said that these are buried deep underground, belonging to me as burial goods?"

Zhang Fan paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

"Since it's a burial item buried deep within the Lishan underground palace..."

Ying Zheng's eyes twitched slightly, and he asked, almost through gritted teeth, "How exactly did people in later generations see it?"

These words were spoken.

The bedroom fell into a deathly silence.

Zhang Fan's smile froze instantly, and cold sweat poured out of his forehead, streaming down his temples.

Danger!!!

"Could it be... those traitors of later generations..." Ying Zheng suddenly raised his voice, his eyes wide with anger, "They dug up my imperial tomb?"

"Calm down! Lao Zheng, calm down!"

Zhang Fan's survival instinct kicked in instantly. He jumped out of bed and waved his hands frantically, "Misunderstanding! Huge misunderstanding! In later generations, that wasn't digging up your ancestral graves, it's called 'archaeology'! Do you even know what archaeology is?"

Ying Zheng's face turned ashen, and he coldly snorted, "Lies! Digging up people's graves, what else are you but a tomb raider?!"

"No, it's not!"

Zhang Fan was so anxious that he slapped his thigh and explained in a mix of coaxing and deception, "Old Zhao, to tell you the truth, those people in later generations respected you very much and treated you like an ancestor!"

These terracotta warriors were accidentally unearthed by local people while digging a well, serving as an outer burial pit. Later governments not only didn't destroy them, but also spent a fortune building a huge museum to protect these clay figures!

As for the true main burial chamber of your Lishan underground palace, after more than two thousand years, later generations haven't even bothered to touch a single brick!

"Really not a single brick was moved?" Ying Zheng stared at him suspiciously.

"I swear, I absolutely didn't touch it! Not only did I not touch it, the mercury sea is still rippling inside!" Zhang Fan said confidently.

of course!

If it weren't for insufficient cultural relic preservation technology, the high concentration of mercury would be dangerous!

I already dug it up for you!

Hearing this explanation, Ying Zheng took a deep breath, sighed, and looked somewhat helpless.

What can I do if I'm still angry?

More than two thousand years later, the swords of the Qin Dynasty could not sever the necks of later generations.

We can't just travel to the future and bury those mud figures that we dug up back in the ground, can we?

"Enough. It's a matter for a thousand years from now; I can't possibly intervene now."

Ying Zheng sat down on a wooden chair to the side, and after a moment of silence, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes. "Zhang Fan, since the future generation can have such incredible fortune, then I ask you... have people in the future truly attained the path to immortality?"

Has immortality ever been achieved?

Immortality was the deepest obsession in the heart of this emperor who reigned supreme for all time.

Zhang Fan was slightly taken aback, then said frankly, "Old Zhao, to be honest, although the technology of my era was advanced, humans still couldn't escape birth, aging, sickness, and death. Immortality is still impossible."

Upon hearing this, a deep sense of disappointment flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.

"but!"

Zhang Fan abruptly changed the subject, his tone suddenly becoming mysterious, "Just because it doesn't work now doesn't mean it won't work in the future!"

"Oh? What do you mean?" Ying Zheng suddenly raised his head.

"Old Zhao, think about it. Because of my appearance, Qin has now embarked on the path of industrialization."

Our changes will inevitably create a butterfly effect, directly impacting the future of China!

Zhang Fan pointed to the ceiling, confidently painting a rosy picture: "As long as Qin's technology continues to explode, completely breaking the shackles of human genes, perhaps in the not-too-distant future, we really can forcefully forge a path to immortality through the principles of nature!"

That's all!

Ying Zheng's heart began to race.

Is immortality a possibility?

Compared to this vague yet seemingly attainable hope, what are a few clay figures dug in the outer burial pits?

Ying Zheng completely forgot about the matter of digging up the grave, but firmly remembered this possibility in his mind.

He suppressed his turbulent emotions and finally got to the point: "Zhang Fan, the reason I came today is actually to inquire about the allocation of weapons."

I heard that as soon as you finished court, you sent Fusu to Shangdang County in a great hurry, not only to massively expand the steel plant but also to mine large quantities of coal! What is the reason for this?

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the bed, poured himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat, and then gave a general overview of his "dual-track plan" for dealing with grain transportation.

From the ball bearing four-wheeled carriage that solved end-point losses, to the steam locomotive that focused on major transportation arteries.

After listening to Zhang Fan's account, Ying Zheng was filled with disbelief.