Chapter 565 The Sky Curtain - Return
The Khan's grand military review... no, it was Yi Xiaochuan calling out names, which gripped everyone's attention with its twists and turns. But whether they were called out or not, everyone understood one fact—the rise of the Qin state was an inevitable trend.
There were countless scholars and "celebrities" who flocked to the Qin state, as well as kings who had lost all their spirits and were thinking of surrendering. Of course, there was also a small group of anti-Qin people who were still trying to struggle.
But Qin ultimately won without a fight, both in terms of morale and public opinion.
Ying Zheng naturally understood this situation as well.
But more than the unification of the six kingdoms that was within his grasp, he was concerned about when Fusu would wake up and whether he would still remember all of this.
Watching the grown-up Fusu on the sky, who was occasionally amused by Yi Xiaochuan's exaggerated descriptions but whose smiles still carried an lingering melancholy, Ying Zheng remained silent.
He still preferred Fusu's chattering and lively manner. Since Tianmu had instructed everyone to remember him, then Fusu shouldn't remember him.
"Fusu...you can definitely do it," Yi Xiaochuan looked at Fusu's profile and suddenly fell silent. "Remember to come back to me. You're my only junior disciple."
The atmosphere suddenly turned somber. Fusu smiled and nodded gently: "Don't worry, for the sake of Great Qin, for the sake of Father, I will not admit defeat."
"Wow...can't you say it's for me?"
Yi Xiaochuan exaggeratedly clutched his chest and winked at Fusu, "Am I still your only senior uncle?"
"If Master doesn't have any other younger brothers," Fusu said earnestly in agreement.
"Don't worry, it won't happen."
The two looked at each other and then laughed.
Fusu wouldn't regret it, and Yi Xiaochuan knew Fusu wouldn't regret it either. Therefore, rather than feeling sad, Yi Xiaochuan wanted to seize the time to arm Fusu.
"Yi Xiaochuan is a good kid."
Changping Jun couldn't help but sigh. Although he was unreliable, careless, and had a loose tongue, his presence made the eldest son seem much more lively.
Li Si glanced at him sideways, looking somewhat speechless, but Changping Jun immediately noticed: "You have a problem with that?"
Lord Changping still remembered the incident where Li Si forged an imperial edict to murder the eldest son. Although this Li Si was not the same as the previous one, it did not stop him from taking his anger out on the other.
Li Si was currently in a lowly position and had little influence; becoming prime minister was still a long way off. Moreover, he might not even become prime minister in his lifetime. What could he say? He could only force a smile and say, "How could that be? Mr. Yi is so warm and generous. I am overjoyed for the eldest son."
That's the truth, but he's also a bit petty and holds grudges.
"That's enough about what I've said. Look at these!" Yi Xiaochuan quickly pulled out another stack of documents and explained them to Fusu one by one: "Glass manufacturing, papermaking, iron smelting, horseshoes, gunpowder, mineral resource layout maps..."
“Your master taught me the cultivation techniques, so all I can offer are these ordinary gadgets. See if they're of any use…”
It's useful! Extremely useful!
Every time Yi Xiaochuan announced a name, everyone's eyes widened a little more. Even Li Si couldn't help but be tempted. Looking at Yi Xiaochuan again, he seemed more and more pleasing to the eye.
He's so generous with all these good things, even the most petty person can be overly shrewd!
Changping-jun is right, what problem could Yi Xiaochuan possibly have? He's just stating the truth, which is perfectly acceptable! He can even say a few more words!
"By the way, speaking of these technologies, the various schools of thought in your area are full of suitable talents!" Yi Xiaochuan suddenly sat up straight, perking up. "Most of the workshops we saw when we went out before involved the Mohists." Fusu nodded. "I see. The Xiangli clan is indeed formidable."
The members of the Xiangli clan (Qin Mo) who were named all straightened their chests: That's right, we are that amazing!
Xiangfu (Qi Mo) and Dengling (Chu Mo): Go to Qin, right now!
They're all from the Mohist school, so who's worse than whom?
"And then there's the Legalist school!" From individual points to schools of thought, Yi Xiaochuan remained energetic. "To repel external threats, one must first secure internal stability. When you return, your first priority will undoubtedly be unifying the world. Therefore, the existence of the Legalist school is necessary for internal stability. However, with Li Si and Han Fei already in place, the Legalist school is sufficient."
Li Si: Now, if anyone says anything bad about Yi Xiaochuan, he'll get angry! This kid has such good judgment!
Han Fei quickened his pace to reach the Qin state.
Legalist scholars from all countries: Go to Qin, go now! The three schools of law, tactics, and power are not limited to Li Si and Han Fei alone!
"Ah, and those sorcerers who pretend to be charlatans... Although their skills are all fake, most of them have some talent for gunpowder manufacturing. In the right place, they could be considered rare talents."
The alchemists from various countries who had been secretly packing their bags and fleeing since the appearance of the celestial curtain instantly straightened their backs. What were they waiting for? They were going to Qin, right now!
They are talented, you know? They are rare talents!
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When the spring snow first melted, Fusu held his sword and cleaved through the morning mist. The sword's edge sliced through the floating frost, which condensed into glistening ice beads at the hilt.
On the afternoon when the cicadas were chirping the loudest, he sat quietly in his study, memorizing the information and techniques in the room little by little into his very being.
As the autumn wind swirls up the withered leaves, on the training ground, Fusu's every move is accompanied by the swirling and dancing of the falling leaves. He raises his arrow and hits the bullseye from a hundred paces away.
As the winter snow buried the hustle and bustle of Xianyang, Fusu, wrapped in a thick fur coat, stood on the top floor of the Zhaixing Pavilion, gazing at the starry night sky, a flash of starlight passing through his eyes.
The changing seasons, with their frost, snow, rain, and dew, have honed the young man's back, making it ever straighter. As the clouds drift and gather, Fusu transforms from a drawn blade into a warm, smooth jade, his sharpness concealed, his brilliance tempered, revealing a more profound and dignified presence.
Seeing the scenes of Fusu studying despite the wind and rain, everyone felt his perseverance and determination.
Knowing that the world would eventually be destroyed, some people were disheartened and wanted to give up. But at this moment, looking at Fusu in the sky, everyone drew courage and strength.
Even Prince Fusu, who had survived everything and was left all alone, had the courage to try again. So what was there to fear for so many of them, who also had divine assistance?
It's nothing more than a struggle against fate and destiny.
Just as Prince Fusu said, isn't life all about fighting against fate?
So, since dying sooner or later is the same as dying anyway, why not make your death more meaningful?
On this day, the Star-Picking Pavilion was exceptionally lively, with everyone gathered, including the First Emperor and his eldest son. The surrounding area was brightly lit, and the stars shone brightly that night. All eyes were on Fusu, who stood before the array.
When he arrived, he was carrying a wooden plaque in one hand and a sword in the other.
Now, as he departs, so too will he.
The once desperate boy, whose clothes were stained with blood, now has a calm and determined expression, about to embark on his destiny and then break free from it.
Fusu's gaze swept over everyone present, his eyes smiling: "Everyone, Fusu is going home."
"Take care of yourself."
A group of people, led by Xiang Shaolong, looked at him with sincere concern. Even Yi Xiaochuan couldn't act silly at this moment; his throat was choked and he couldn't speak, so he could only stare intently at him.
"Don't embarrass me." Gao Yao's attitude remained nonchalant, as if Fusu was just going out for a walk.
Fusu nodded, "Master, rest assured, Fusu will never tarnish your reputation."
After speaking, he turned to the First Emperor and the eldest son, first smiling and nodding at his otherworldly self, then looking at the First Emperor, remaining silent for a moment, before handing over the wooden tablet in his hand: "Could you please keep this safe for me?"
The First Emperor did not speak, but took the wooden plaque from his hand, his gaze falling on the two characters "Great Qin" on it, and then his gaze towards Fusu softened considerably.
Fusu smiled nonchalantly: "I will thank His Majesty when I return."
The First Emperor nodded: "Agreed."
"Let's go!"
Fusu turned around and stepped into the center of the formation without hesitation, looking at Gao Yao: "Thank you for your hard work, Master."
"It's not hard work, it's just a tough life—"
Gao Yao casually added, "So, little Fusu, considering how miserable your master is, you must come back!"
Fusu nodded, and Gao Yao waved his sleeve, causing golden light to erupt from around the formation, completely enveloping Fusu's figure.
In the final moments before his return, Fusu's voice echoed from afar: "Fusu is here, Qin is here!"
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