Qin Shi Huang declared in a firm and resounding voice, "I am forty-five years old."
So that's it. Li Ming vaguely guessed why Qin Shi Huang looked strong but was just an empty shell.
In his quest for immortality, he sent Xu Fu on a voyage to consume "elixirs" concocted by alchemists. Gradually, excessive toxins accumulated in his body, and he died at the age of forty-nine during his travels.
"Your Majesty, shall we go to the pavilion first and then talk?" Li Ming invited again.
Qin Shi Huang originally intended to wait for Li Si and Wang Jian here, but since the peach blossom grove was not far from the pavilion, he nodded slightly and went to the pavilion with the young man.
Actually, he was somewhat curious about how the castle in the air was built.
Crossing the peach blossom grove.
Qin Shi Huang noticed a giant tree. The tree was strange, with many withered branches, but interspersed among them were faint, messy green buds.
As my gaze continued to sweep across the sky, a misty, ethereal pavilion appeared before me.
Qin Shi Huang's eyes widened. Even the Mo family's mechanical systems couldn't have built such a pavilion. His heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at the nonchalant young man beside him.
Seeing his smiling face, a smile as warm as a spring breeze, was instantly infectious.
Walk onto the wooden bridge.
Qin Shi Huang noticed a black dog kneeling on the ground, seemingly stretching. However, this dog was quite fat, like a small calf.
Gradually, they got closer and closer to the pavilion.
Only then did Qin Shi Huang realize that the pavilions were completely floating in the void.
Now he was certain that this was definitely not something that the Mo family's mechanical arts could create.
He had been searching for alchemists to refine elixirs and seek immortality, and when he saw this ethereal and illusory scene, he was particularly shocked and looked at the young man beside him.
Looking at him again, his clothes were flowing, and he was handsome and dashing. The more I looked at him, the more he seemed to have the air of an immortal.
Qin Shi Huang had some doubts and several questions.
However, he still couldn't get the answer out of him. He decided to observe the situation and ask again before following him into the pavilion.
"Please sit down," Li Ming said, gesturing for him to sit.
Qin Shi Huang did not sit down because the sword at his waist was too long and would block his way. He would have to unfasten it if he sat down, but he did not want to.
"I'll just stand."
"What kind of tea do you like to drink?" Li Ming pointed to the three bottles on the coffee table, each containing a different type of tea, all of which were from the Yunmeng Sect.
Li Ming opened the lid, and the aroma wafted out. Even Qin Shi Huang was moved and wrinkled his nose.
"This one," Qin Shi Huang chose one of them. "What kind of tea is this?"
"It's just ordinary tea, only the aroma is different," Li Ming said casually, and then began a series of tea-brewing techniques, finally using his spiritual power to activate the teapot.
Soon, the water boiled.
Standing to the side, Qin Shi Huang frowned repeatedly. He had seen this tactic before; Xu Fu had used it before.
"So Mr. Li is also a sorcerer."
Qin Shi Huang was overjoyed, and a smile appeared on his usually tense face. He had been looking for a capable alchemist to refine elixirs of immortality, and he never expected to find one right in front of him.
“I am not,” Li Ming said.
"I have seen Xu Fu use such methods. If he is not a sorcerer, then what is he?" Qin Shi Huang looked at Li Ming with suspicion.
"Have you ever heard of cultivating immortality?" Li Ming asked slowly.
"I know that there are immortals in the world. Xu Fu also said that there are traces of immortals in Penglai, Fangzhang and Yingzhou. I am ordering him to go there to seek the elixir of immortality."
At this point, Qin Shi Huang became more talkative, as he had recently been studying this subject.
"I have searched through many historical records and believe that Xu Fu was right; there must be immortals in the world. Mr. Li, do you think immortals exist?"
"It definitely exists."
Li Mingdao, he is a cultivator of immortality. Although he has not yet become an immortal, he is working towards that goal.
He has now reached the 999th level of Qi cultivation.
He didn't know how far he was from becoming a true immortal, but things were always moving in a positive direction, and he felt himself getting stronger and stronger, which was enough.
Qin Shi Huang suddenly felt he had something in common with Li Ming: "What is your understanding of immortals?"
"First, they possess endless longevity; second, they can fly and burrow underground, and their magical power is boundless," Li Ming said.
"What a coincidence, my thoughts are the same as yours." Qin Shi Huang took a deep breath, finding the young man before him more and more pleasing to the eye, and asked, "Do you know where else there is news of immortals besides the Three Immortal Mountains? If you can find them, I will reward you handsomely."
"I don't know where there are immortals," Li Ming said, shaking his head.
"Sigh." Qin Shi Huang was somewhat disappointed.
"However, I know how to become an immortal." Li Ming said as he brewed tea. Before long, the tea was ready, and its aroma filled the air.
He poured Qin Shi Huang a cup of tea and gestured for him to try it.
Qin Shi Huang picked up his teacup, his hands trembling with excitement, and asked, "Do you have the method to become an immortal?"
"Only through cultivation can one become an immortal."
"Cultivation?" Qin Shi Huang looked at Li Ming with a puzzled expression.
"Essence pills can only prolong life, at most by a few hundred years. If you want to live longer, you must cultivate. The only way to become an immortal is through cultivation."
"Only a few hundred years old." Qin Shi Huang noticed this key phrase. To say that living to a few hundred years old was "only" made him hesitate. He took a sip of tea and asked, "May I ask how old you are?"
"I don't remember either, maybe over a hundred years old."
"Cough cough."
Qin Shi Huang's lips trembled. The boy in front of him should be fifteen or sixteen years old, how come he is over a hundred years old?
How could someone over a hundred years old look like this?
What a joke!
This is clearly a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.
The emperor continued his conversation with the boy. After a stick of incense had burned, Qin Shi Huang felt that the boy was not simple, as he sometimes spoke in languages that were incomprehensible.
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