Chapter 4

Zhang Taixuan: "As for ghost problems, Miko can buy some exorcism talismans from Uncle Jiu—he's a professional at this."

Yotsuya Miko: "Huh… Uncle Jiu knows how to do this?"

Lin Fengjiao: "This Daoist Priest of Maoshan knows a bit about feng shui, ghost hunting, and corpse suppression."

Yotsuya Miko: "Wow, that's amazing."

Lin Fengjiao: "It's nothing special."

Zhang Taixuan: "Haha, Uncle Jiu is too modest. @Everyone, the chat group has a red packet feature—feel free to exchange items you need."

Huang Rong: "So red packets can send things?"

Zhang Taixuan: "Exactly. 【Red Packet】"

【Ding, Lin Fengjiao grabbed one silver tael!】

【Ding, Huang Rong grabbed ten silver taels.】

【Ding, Yotsuya Miko grabbed one silver tael.】

【Ding, Qin Huang grabbed one silver tael!】

Qin Huang: "Silver taels just appeared out of nowhere!!"

Yotsuya Miko: "So Your Majesty didn't really believe it before?"

Huang Rong: "As Emperor, suspicion runs deep. By the way, does Zhang Brother use silver taels too? Is your world also ancient?"

Zhang Taixuan: "Pretty much, but it's a fantasy world."

In truth, these silver taels were what he'd earned before, but now that he'd joined a cultivation sect, who still used silver?

Yotsuya Miko: "Whoa, a fantasy world?"

Huang Rong: "What's wrong with Miko?"

Yotsuya Miko: "I just checked the web novels on the other side—fantasy worlds are terrifying! They're always immortal, smashing stars!"

Huang Rong: "Is Zhang Brother that powerful?"

Zhang Taixuan: "No, I just joined a cultivation sect—I can't even beat you."

Qin Huang: "Immortality?!"

Zhang Taixuan: "Your Majesty need not be shocked—many Qin-era parallel timelines do have elixirs of immortality, you just never had the fortune to obtain them."

Qin Huang: "..."

Huang Rong: "The Qin Dynasty had immortality elixirs?!"

Zhang Taixuan: "I only say it's possible—there are too many parallel Qin timelines; I don't know whether the Qin Emperor in our group's world had any."

With Zhang Taixuan's lead, everyone finally believed in the existence of the chat group, and the atmosphere inside grew lively.

Later, Uncle Jiu sent Qin Huang a historical text in exchange for a hundred gold taels.

Yotsuya Miko used her earned silver taels to exchange for a talisman of spirit suppression.

As for Huang Rong, she didn't exchange anything—she simply chatted with Yotsuya Miko about the future.

Clearly, she was deeply interested in modern affairs.

Zombie world.

"I never expected such fortune!"

Lin Fengjiao hid the gold away, his smile impossible to suppress.

Maoshan Daoists have rules: they must not take excessive payment for rituals, nor use their arts to profit from harming others.

Thus, Lin Fengjiao's daily life was extremely impoverished.

But the chat group was an exception.

Fair trade, after all—surely even the Ancestral Master wouldn't object!

"I just wonder if this talisman of spirit suppression even works!"

Lin Fengjiao was worried.

He did not doubt his own Daoist arts.

But different worlds, different rules—who knew if talismans still held their power here?

I can see the world.

Yotsuya Miko clicked to claim it, and a yellow talisman appeared in her hand.

The talisman looked ordinary, but in Miko's eyes it glowed crimson—upon appearing, a disembodied ghost in the air hissed and vanished.

A short distance away, a more complete ghost, clearly stronger, swiftly retreated, fleeing outside the house.

Even her father's spirit now withdrew into the kitchen.

"Wow, it really works!" Yotsuya Miko rejoiced. "With this talisman, I can finally sleep well!"

Since opening her Yin-Yang Eyes, she hadn't rested properly in a long time.

If this continued, she might drop dead from exhaustion!

Xianyanggong.

Qin Huang wore a black dragon robe, his demeanor majestic, studying the book in his hands with care.

Thanks to the chat group's built-in translation, he could read the historical text in traditional characters.

When he saw how Li Si and Zhao Gao forged the imperial decree to kill Fusu, and how Hu Hai slaughtered all his own siblings, Qin Huang's rage flared instantly.

"These villains must be executed!"

"Send in guards—demote Hu Hai and Hu Ji to commoners, expel them from the palace, imprison them, and under no circumstances allow them to emerge without my order."

"Yes."

Elsewhere, Hu Hai was enjoying himself in the palace when armed guards stormed in like wolves. He still didn't understand what was happening.

Upon hearing the imperial decree, he panicked immediately.

"Impossible! I am Father Emperor's most beloved son — he would never issue such an imperial edict. Whose men are you, to dare act so brazenly?"

"I want to see Father Emperor!"

However, these imperial guards were no ordinary men — they were Ying Zheng's trusted confidants, and they gave him no chance to resist.

With a wave of his hand, several men stepped forward and seized Hu Hai.

When he saw Hu Ji in the prison cell, Hu Hai was instantly overwhelmed with despair!

His mother Hu Ji had been one of his backers.

Now that his backer had fallen, did that not mean he had no chance of turning things around?

"No — there's still Zhao Gao. He will definitely come save me!"

Only he did not know that Zhao Gao himself was now barely able to protect himself.

Ying Zheng had not issued an edict to dispose of Zhao Gao purely because he wanted to torment him slowly.

The next day.

Divine Void Grotto-Heaven.

Since today was the day the Elder would teach cultivation, Zhang Taixuan did not dare to be the slightest bit careless. He washed up early, tidied his clothes and cap, came to the plaza, found a seat and sat down properly, just like an obedient little schoolboy.

A while later.