Chapter 164

Exiting the arsenal, he also "browsed" the material supermarket.

This place was even more all-encompassing, from firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea, to cola, potato chips, and chocolate; from fresh cherries, Australian lobsters, and Wagyu steaks, to boxes of Romanée-Conti, Moutai, and Lafite;

From cold medicine and antibiotics to gauze bandages; from "Barefoot Doctor Manual," "Friend of Military and Civilian Dual-use Talents" to "Five Years of College Entrance Examination, Three Years of Simulation"... there was nothing you couldn't think of, nothing you couldn't find.

Especially those ten neat shelves of Romanée-Conti, which shone with a charming deep ruby red under the lights, could probably dazzle the eyes of any wine collector.

"This supermarket's 'slow natural replenishment'..."

Gu Shanhe pondered this description; it seems he needs to pay attention to collecting or producing various materials in the future to maintain the "prosperity" of the supermarket.

Exiting the space ring, Gu Shanhe stroked the Sumeru Mustard Seed Ring on his left index finger, which looked like an ordinary silver ring but actually contained a universe, and a sense of heroism arose in his heart.

With such a foundation, why worry about not accomplishing great things?

【System issues main task!】

The mechanical voice rang out again, interrupting Gu Shanhe's thoughts.

【Task Name: Regret of the Emperor Star】

【Task Background: Detected strong space-time fluctuations in the "Great Qin" plane, core figure "Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng" has deep obsessions, resonating strongly with the videos previously projected by the host.

As the master of the "Sky Screen," the host should respond to this expectation that spans space and time.】

【Task Content: Please have the host personally descend to the Great Qin plane (216 BC), in the identity of "Immortal Gu," contact Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, gain his trust, and help him make up for his greatest regret—consolidating the Great Qin's ten-thousand-generation foundation, and even expanding territory, transcending historical limitations. Specific methods are not limited.】

【Task Deadline: None (but long-term stay in other planes requires continuous consumption of emotion points to maintain the channel)】

【Task Reward: Cultivation directly promoted to "Golden Core Stage" (system infusion, ignoring environmental restrictions).】

【Failure Penalty: None (but abandoning the task will close the subsequent related task lines and high rewards of the "Great Qin" plane).】

"Golden Core Stage cultivation!"

Gu Shanhe's gaze was firmly attracted by the reward.

"System, transmit to the Great Qin plane, set the time point to 216 BC, location... Xianyang Palace, when Qin Shi Huang is holding court. How many emotion points are needed?" Gu Shanhe decided decisively.

【Retrieving "Great Qin" plane coordinates... Retrieval successful.】

【Locking time node: 216 BC (31st year of Qin Shi Huang)... Locking successful.】

【Scanning Xianyang Palace energy field, positioning the best landing point... Positioning complete.】

【Building a stable one-way space-time channel requires consuming emotion points: 7,000,000 points.】

【Confirm transmission?】

Seven million emotion points, for Gu Shanhe who currently has a balance of more than 30 million, is acceptable.

"Confirm transmission!"

【Command confirmed.】

【Deducting 7,000,000 emotion points, host's current emotion point balance: 30,000,000 points.】

【Starting to build space-time channel... Channel stability 100%... Coordinate anchoring...】

【Warning: The host is performing cross-space-time transmission for the first time, which may be accompanied by slight discomfort. Please do not make drastic movements in the channel.】

【Countdown: 3... 2... 1... Transmission started!】

Gu Shanhe only felt a blur before his eyes, his body wrapped and stretched by a gentle yet irresistible force, and the surrounding scene instantly turned into a colorful, indescribable light channel.

There was no weightlessness, nor severe discomfort, just a slight dizziness and a sense of detachment, as if his soul had temporarily broken free from the shackles of his body, flowing upstream in the long river of time.

This process seemed long, and it seemed to be just an instant.

When his feet stepped on solid ground again, the surrounding light faded instantly, and the scene suddenly became clear.

The first thing he felt was the completely different air.

Fresh, cool, carrying the scent of soil, grass, and trees, and a kind of... indescribable aura belonging to the distant ancient times.

There were no traces of modern industry, no car exhaust, only the smell of the most primitive natural landscape mixed with the fireworks unique to human settlements.

In his ears came a slightly noisy, then rapidly quieted wave of sound.

It was the sound of many people gasping and exclaiming at the same time, then forcibly suppressing it.

Gu Shanhe quickly looked around.

He was standing in the center of an incomparably magnificent and solemn hall.

The ground was black stone slabs as smooth as a mirror, each one polished extremely flat.

Dozens of vermilion giant pillars that required several people to embrace supported the towering dome, and ancient and mysterious patterns such as mysterious birds and Kui dragons were carved on the pillars.

On both sides of the hall were two rows of civil and military officials wearing black or dark official robes and high mountain crowns or legal crowns.

At this moment, they all widened their eyes, their faces full of horror, confusion, and vigilance, staring at him, the uninvited guest, as if they had seen a ghost.

At the end of the hall, above the nine-level high steps, was a huge black lacquered gold throne carved with a ferocious black dragon.

On the throne sat a middle-aged man wearing black robes and a twelve-tassel crown.

The man had a firm face, a high nose bridge, tightly pursed lips, and eyes as deep as cold pools, which were currently slightly narrowed, shooting out a gaze as sharp as substance, firmly locked on Gu Shanhe.

Although sitting, the domineering majesty that swept across the eight wildernesses and looked down on the world already filled the entire space, making people suffocate.

Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng!

Gu Shanhe understood instantly in his heart.

He looked down at himself and couldn't help but be dumbfounded—the system was indeed thoughtful, or rather, had a bad taste.

The modern casual clothes on him were gone, replaced by a white wide-sleeved robe with a strange material, neither silk nor silk, flowing with a faint moonlight-like luster.

The sleeves were wide, the clothes fluttered, the waist was loosely tied with a light golden cloud-patterned belt, and a pair of cloud-headed shoes were on his feet.

His long hair was not tied, just pinned at the back of his head with a simple white jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair naturally fell by his temples.

Coupled with his already increasingly clear and refined appearance and indifferent temperament from practicing the "Heavenly Dao Immortal Scripture," he truly had a bit of the demeanor of a "crane-boned pine posture" and "Guye Immortal."

"This styling... system, you really know how to pretend."

Gu Shanhe complained in his heart, but didn't show it at all on the surface.

He needed this "Immortal" identity as an entry point and protective umbrella.

After a brief dead silence, there was a volcanic reaction.

"Assassin!!!"

"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!!"

"Bold fanatic! How dare you trespass into Xianyang Palace! Take him!"

The officials in the hall were shocked and angry, shouting sharply.

Heavy and rapid footsteps came from outside the hall, and the armor clanged.

Dozens of guards in pitch-black heavy armor, with cold expressions, holding long halberds or Qin swords, poured into the hall like a black tide, instantly surrounding Gu Shanhe in the center, three layers inside and three layers outside.

The long halberds were like a forest, the cold light flickered, and the biting murderous aura permeated, firmly locking onto the abrupt white-clothed figure in the field.

These guards had fierce eyes and tough auras, obviously elites who had been through many battles and were one in a hundred, exactly Qin Shi Huang's personal guards—the Black Dragon Guards!

Facing this tense situation that was about to break out, Gu Shanhe acted as if he didn't notice.

He even took the time to gently brush his spotless sleeves, his movements slow and calm, completely out of place with the extreme tension around him.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze crossing the heavy armor and landing directly on the face of the supreme one on the imperial steps, the corners of his mouth hooking up a faint smile that seemed to see through everything.

"Brother Zheng,"

Gu Shanhe spoke, his voice clear and peaceful, but strangely suppressed all the noise in the hall, clearly entering everyone's ears.

"This seat only bestowed you the opportunity for longevity on the Sky Screen some time ago."

"Coming here today, I want to help you sweep away the hidden dangers of the six states and open up ten thousand generations of peace. Is this the way your Great Qin treats guests?"