Chapter 1

The sun is like fire!

Since the beginning of July, the scorching sun has been hanging high in the dome of the sky, radiating its light and heat every single moment.

The earth is covered in dense cracks, having not seen rain for a long time. There are very few pedestrians on the streets, and those who do pass by are drenched in sweat and look exhausted.

This year's summer is unexpectedly hot.

Or rather, since May or June, this year has been in a state of drought with no rain.

Such a drought is a rare and, frankly, extremely dire situation for the State of Han.

In the world today, seven great powers stand side by side, and the State of Han is undoubtedly the weakest among them.

Being weak means that its troops, horses, and grain supplies are far less prosperous than those of other nations.

If this great drought continues, it means that this year's autumn harvest may result in absolutely nothing.

In the city of Xinzheng.

The King of Han, located within the Wang Gong, has also realized the impact of this great drought. On one hand, he is actively sending people to provide disaster relief—whether by digging wells, diverting water, or using other means—he must save that grain to last until the autumn harvest season.

However, these methods have had little effect.

Having no other choice, the King of Han has had to seek help from those of the alchemist class.

The King of Han firmly believes in the Dao of ghosts and gods. Unlike some who directly respect alchemists while keeping them at a distance, he actually has a fair amount of trust in them. He believes that under heavy rewards, there must be brave men, and he will certainly be able to invite the strange people and extraordinary scholars hidden among the commoners.

Thus, with a reward of ten thousand gold, he issued a bounty, and then, the edict was posted on the city walls, waiting for capable people and extraordinary scholars to come and claim the edict to pray for rain for him!

Wealth moves people's hearts.

Upon seeing the bounty of ten thousand gold, there were indeed many people among the commoners who were moved. They stepped forward one after another and tore down the edict. Unfortunately, before they could even receive the reward, because they failed to pray for rain, they were directly beheaded by the Grand General Ji Wuye, who was under the King of Han.

It was also after their deaths that, in order to prevent others from passing themselves off as experts and wasting time, Ji Wuye hung their heads on the city wall, side by side with the edict.

It is currently the height of summer, and the scorching sun is burning the earth. With the heads hanging on the city wall, within a few days, they had already begun to stink and rot, and flies circled around them, emitting buzzing sounds.

A foul stench permeates the surroundings.

In the past, there were actually some commoners who, when they had nothing to do, liked to hang around this area to see if any greenhorns would go to claim the edict.

But now, because of these foul-smelling heads, they have all avoided the area.

On this day, two soldiers were guarding the city gate in boredom. Smelling the stench coming from nearby, they inwardly slandered the Grand General who had come up with the idea of hanging the heads there.

Even if you want to make an example of them.

You should at least have pickled the heads first.

Do you know how much they stink?

"Hmm?"

Just at this moment, one soldier suddenly noticed something flying past his eyes. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, thinking his vision had blurred.

Looking closely again, he discovered a scroll of cloth fluttering in mid-air.

This cloth scroll looked very familiar.

It was none other than the bounty edict posted on the city wall.

Afterwards, the edict flew straight into the hands of a young Daoist wearing a green Daoist robe.

Grand General's Mansion.

In the main hall, a sturdy man sat on the main seat. Beside him were two beautiful women; one was feeding him fruit, while the other held out her jade-like hand to catch the fruit pits he spat out.

Ji Wuye looked at the man in the green shirt who had been brought into the hall by the soldiers without any sense of restraint, his voice cold. "You are the one who took the bounty?"

"You should know what the outcome will be if you cannot pray for rain for His Majesty!"

"I know!"

The man in the green shirt spoke calmly.

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuye could not help but feel a trace of surprise in his eyes.

Earlier, there had been no lack of people who took the bounty, but after he said those words, those fellows would either talk about other things or have thoughts of retreating. But having already taken the bounty, how could it be so easy to back out?

This bounty was no child's play; it was the King's edict.

Therefore, after they failed to pray for rain, he decisively gave those fellows death.

The man before him, however, was calm.

But, in the end, he could not change the outcome of death.

Regarding the alchemist class, Ji Wuye absolutely did not believe in them. Although he appeared reckless, he was actually extremely meticulous; otherwise, he could not have become a Grand General with power over the court and the field.

Things like summoning wind and rain are impossible to achieve with human power.

"Since you already know, then go down and wait. Tomorrow, I will take you into the palace to meet His Majesty!"

Although earlier, several con artists had already been executed.

But after all, it involved a bounty of ten thousand gold, and this great drought had not yet ended. Now that someone had taken the bounty, by reason and logic, he had to take him into the palace to see the King.

Ji Wuye watched as the young man was about to be taken away by the servants of his mansion to rest. Suddenly, he remembered another question and asked the man, whose appearance could be called handsome: "By the way, what is your name?"

"Su Xuan!"

The guest room in Ji Wuye's mansion was decorated quite elegantly.

At least, in Su Xuan's view, it was even more luxurious than many of the guest rooms in the taverns of Xinzheng.

But that was not surprising; after all, it was Ji Wuye.

A person who, for the sake of pleasure, even built a towering Sparrow Pavilion in the city, and was so overbearing that he demanded a princess from the King of Han, forcing the King of Han to marry the princess off to him.

"Come to think of it, the princess was originally supposed to marry his son, it seems!"

"Was it because of some accident to the son that, in order to fulfill his son's dying wish, he decided to marry the princess?"

Thinking of the plot in the original work, Su Xuan could not help but slander inwardly.

Su Xuan is a transmigrator.

He has been in this world for several years. At first, he thought this was the end of the Warring States period and was thinking about how to survive in the chaotic world. One day, by accident, he learned a part of the world's structure.

In the world, seven powerful nations stood, and there were the Hundred Schools of Thought, contending with each other. These were nothing.

But if names like the Net organization and the Great Liang Leather Armor Sect were mixed in, it made this end of the Warring States period seem not so serious.

It was also at that time that Su Xuan knew he had transmigrated into the world of an anime.

Because of his understanding of the plot, he was extremely greedy for the techniques of the Yin-Yang School and the Daoist School. Therefore, after understanding his situation, he thought about going to the Yin-Yang School or the Daoist School to become an apprentice.

However, before he could take action, his cheat awakened a step earlier.

In his mind, a total of one hundred and eight stars appeared.

Among them, thirty-six large ones secretly corresponded to the number of Heavenly Spirits, and seventy-two small ones secretly corresponded to the Earthly Fiend techniques!

By a stroke of luck, he lit up the first star among them.

Consequently, he obtained a technique, its name—"Guidance"!

Guidance, which can deeply benefit people and prolong life, is used in conjunction with regulating Qi to clear blood vessels and eliminate all diseases; it is the technique of Qi refining and breathing.

In other words, this is a technique for cultivating immortality.

Thus, Su Xuan decisively gave up the idea of going to the Daoist or Yin-Yang Schools to become an apprentice. After all, even if he wanted to join these two schools, they might not necessarily be willing to accept him.

He directly imitated the True Person Wenshi of the Daoist School in the deep mountains, building a hut of grass, and began his path of cultivating immortality.