"Bullshit! Where did you hear that rumor? It's not even as reliable as the rumor that the Emperor Qin and Wu'an Jun are father and son!"

"Stop talking, let's worry about our own safety first."

"Yes, none of us present here can escape responsibility for the assassination of Emperor Qin."

"It's over! Wu Anjun is here, how can we escape?"

"Mother, you don't have to save dinner for me tonight..."

The scene was in turmoil again, and most people were in a panic, fearing that the brutal Emperor Qin would implicate innocent people and arrest and torture them all.

In an instant, the atmosphere became tense again.

However, what everyone was worried about did not happen next.

The emperor, who they saw as tyrannical and cruel, did not fly into a rage, but spoke in a gentle tone instead.

"Everyone, please continue. I look forward to your performance."

"The winner of the literary test will be able to serve as an official in the imperial court and discuss state affairs; the winner of the martial arts competition will be granted the title of Hundred Captain and lead troops into battle."

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience boiled over.

The underworld is a place of fame and fortune, where people fight, rob, compete openly and secretly, all for the sake of the word "interest".

Now that the wealth and prosperity are right before their eyes, how can they not be tempted?

So, everyone stopped hiding their secrets and used their best tricks.

When he raised his hand, sand and rocks flew everywhere; when he swung his sword, the wind and clouds changed dramatically; a casual blow could destroy a team of soldiers.

At this moment, the terrifying power of the martial arts heroes was fully demonstrated.

Ying Zheng was secretly shocked when he saw this. He had underestimated the people of the world.

As Zhao Zhao said, instead of destroying this force, it is better to use it for one's own benefit.

For example, it is good for attacking the Huns.

As the sun sets, the winner is decided.

As the words were spoken, Ying Zheng naturally fulfilled his promise and rewarded the winners one by one.

And, finally, the emperor, who was always cold and majestic, personally treated the wise and the virtuous with respect and recruited talents.

"Now the four seas are unified and the world is at peace, but the land is poor and food is scarce, and the people are suffering."

"Fortunately, Heaven has taken pity on our Great Qin and bestowed upon us divine seeds. The people of the world will no longer suffer from hunger. When that time comes, wherever the bright moon shines, it will become a paradise."

"I once heard a saint say—

Establish a mind for heaven and earth.

Live for the people.

To carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages.

Bringing peace to the world for eternity."

The deep and rich male voice recited slowly, pausing after each sentence, revealing his solemnity and seriousness.

Such a powerful and infectious tone, coupled with four shocking words, made everyone present deaf and shocked.

Especially the Confucian disciples headed by Fu Nian.

They all looked stunned, their eyes surprisingly bright, as if a cluster of hot flames were burning, completely igniting the blood in their hearts.

The field was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The dazzling sunlight shines on the tall and majestic figure of the emperor, who is majestic, domineering, sacred and noble, just like a god descending from the nine heavens.

At this moment, the face covered in golden light softened, revealing a touch of compassion for the world and a lofty ambition.

"Gentlemen, are you willing to join me in creating a prosperous and peaceful world?!"