Chapter 245: The Man Who Wanted to Be Grand Eunuch: Yi Xiaochuan, the First Frozen of Qin

Yi Xiaochuan blurted out: “Gao Yao!”

Luo Jie raised an eyebrow: “Gao Yao?”

“Which Gao Yao?”

Yi Xiaochuan quickly explained: “The same as me—he came from a hundred years in the future.”

“We were both transported two thousand years back to the Qin Dynasty in an accident.”

“But this guy got ambitious, slipped into the palace, and became Zhao Gao.”

“Worse, he wants to rewrite history.”

“I’ve been stopping him all along.”

“Really! I’m on the side of justice!”

Simu stared, utterly baffled: “Time travel?”

“What’s that?”

“Does such a magical technique even exist in this world?”

Luo Jie remained expressionless, merely saying calmly:

“So Itachi’re not just illegally immortal—Itachi’re illegally time-traveling too.”

“That’s an additional crime.”

Yi Xiaochuan nearly collapsed: “Bro, I’m the victim here!”

“I just want to live—my family is still in the future.”

Luo Jie nodded, speaking with solemnity:

“Hmm, I understand.”

“Itachi want to live, I want to live—who doesn’t?”

“But the problem is Itachi’ve lived longer than any of us!”

“Look at Itachi—Itachi came from two thousand years ago, and Itachi’re still hopping around.”

“Where does that leave the rest of us who’ve only lived a few decades?”

Yi Xiaochuan listened, dumbfounded.

Is this guy jealous I’ve lived so long?

Is he hinting he wants my secret to immortality?

Over the past two thousand years, Yi Xiaochuan had encountered more than a few who discovered his immortality and wanted it too.

But that immortality pill had long since been swallowed.

Not even a trace remains.

Should I just boil myself alive and see if I can brew a fairy pill out of it?

As he pondered, Yi Xiaochuan suddenly had an idea.

He gazed at Luo Jie with desperate hope, like a drowning man clutching a final straw:

“I’ll redeem myself by serving!”

Luo Jie smiled faintly, his tone casual: “Fine. How do Itachi plan to serve?”

Yi Xiaochuan immediately puffed out his chest:

“If Itachi spare my life, I can help Itachi become immortal too.”

He added earnestly:

“Itachi know this is the Dragon Emperor’s tomb—Itachi must know about Zi Yuan, the one who cursed him?”

“She guards a spring that grants immortality.”

“I can take Itachi to that spring—let Itachi drink from it too.”

Luo Jie studied Yi Xiaochuan from head to toe.

He couldn’t help muttering: “Why are Itachi so desperate to live?”

Yi Xiaochuan replied firmly:

“I’m less than a hundred years away from seeing my family again.”

“I must survive.”

Luo Jie fell silent for several seconds, then slowly nodded:

“Hmm. Since Itachi’re so determined, I’ll give Itachi a way out.”

“But not by letting Itachi wander the mortal world again.”

“Itachi’ll serve as Grand Eunuch in my Netherworld.”

With a wave of his hand, his spiritual power surged like a tide.

Yi Xiaochuan’s soul was instantly yanked from his body.

Before he could react, Luo Jie tossed him carelessly into a spatial rift.

It was a small world he had opened using the Pot Heaven technique.

More accurately, it was a prototype Netherworld—a crippled version of the Underworld.

No Book of Life and Death, no Yellow Spring Road, no Bridge of Oblivion—none of the essential facilities existed.

Not even a single ghost soldier or officer.

But now, there was a Grand Eunuch.

As he plummeted, Yi Xiaochuan shouted into the void:

“That’s not fair play!”

But no one answered him.

Luo Jie turned to Simu: “Let’s keep exploring.”

Simu walked alongside, unable to resist asking: “Itachi just dumped him in there?”

Luo Jie nodded: “Yes. Let him adjust to Netherworld life first.”

“Besides, his friend Gao Yao became a eunuch—can I just ignore Yi Xiaochuan?”

“That’d look like favoritism.”

Simu stared blankly: “So… Itachi knew him already?”

Luo Jie nodded: “Correct. I’ve known him for a long time.”

The two walked deeper into the underground palace as they spoke.

Soon, they reached a vast subterranean chamber.

Before them stood countless terracotta warriors, clad in armor, their expressions vacant.

Their number was too vast to count.

Simu stared in shock: “These terracotta warriors… something’s off.”

“They’re not just clay statues—they’re alive!”

“But their state is strange—almost like zombies.”

Luo Jie nodded: “Of course they’re alive. They’re all cursed into terracotta form.”

“That woman Zi Yuan has a petty heart.”

“The Dragon Emperor offended her, fine—but she cursed the Qin soldiers too?”

“Those soldiers were just following orders—they owed her nothing.”

“Besides, Zi Yuan herself slept with the Dragon Emperor.”

Simu couldn’t help adding: “Yeah, this is pure personal revenge.”

“That’s how Qin sorcerers were.”

Luo Jie sighed: “They shouldn’t suffer like this.”

“I’ll recruit them as ghost soldiers—give them official status.”

With a wave of his hand, he activated his technique.

The next moment, each terracotta warrior was sucked into his small world.

Barely had they landed when the curses lifted—they transformed into ancient-armored ghost soldiers.

They stood in perfect formation, eyes resolute, ready to obey at any moment.

Simu gaped: “That’s too efficient!”

Luo Jie nodded, satisfied.

Luo Jie had no shortage of ways to lift curses.

Not just the Heaven and Earth Talisman techniques—even the Ma Fu Spell could dispel external spiritual interference, including curses.

If all else failed, the Rat Fu Spell’s ability to turn stillness into motion could wake the terracotta warriors too.

Yet Luo Jie suddenly frowned, scanning the surroundings.

Huh? Something’s wrong.

Where’s the Dragon Emperor?

He studied the rows of orderly ghost soldiers—but didn’t see the Dragon Emperor among them.

According to the original plot, the Dragon Emperor was cursed into a terracotta warrior, hidden among the others.

But now all the terracotta warriors were here—and the Dragon Emperor was gone.

Could the fusion with the “Mythology” storyline have altered the Dragon Emperor’s plotline?

As Luo Jie pondered, Simu suddenly widened his eyes, pointing upward at a direction in the tomb, his voice trembling:

"Mr. Luo, what is that over there?"

Luo Jie looked up in the direction he pointed, and froze in place.

Above the underground palace’s ceiling floated a massive Tiangong!

The palace gleamed in gold and jade, wreathed in mist and clouds.

There was no mistake—it was the floating Tiangong from the Mythology.

Luo Jie remembered that Princess Yushu, the first eternal youth goddess of the Qin Dynasty, had been imprisoned within the floating Tiangong.

Moreover, this Tiangong’s ability to hover seemed tied to the Tianxing that grants immortality.

(End of Chapter)