Chapter 483 327: Transmigrator: Commanding a Million Troops, Tomorrow I Will Battle the First Emperor! (3)

Although Liu Jing was a student of history, he racked his brain and still could not find words to describe such an immortal beauty.

"Who are you, beauty?"

A moment ago, Liu Jing was still performing archaeological research at the "Tomb of the First Emperor." Suddenly, he found himself transported to this place, his expression somewhat befuddled.

The peerless beauty saw Liu Jing wake up, softly caressed his brow, her breath fragrant like orchids: "Great King, I am Yun Ni."

"Yun Ni? Are you one of the four great beauties?"

To his surprise, Liu Jing could understand the accent of this peerless beauty; he turned to observe his surroundings.

Inside the tent, weapons and battle armor hung on a wooden rack next to him, with patterns that were ancient and grand. Could he really have returned to that era of war and burgeoning heroes?

Who am I?

Where am I?

What should I be doing?

"What place is this?" Liu Jing continued to ask.

What's wrong with the Great King today?

Yun Ni suppressed the doubts in her heart and replied, "This place is Yuan County of Qing Country."

"Qing Country? Yuan County?"

At that moment, memories surged into Liu Jing's mind—one hundred and eighty years after the First Emperor, barren lands stretched for miles, corpses piled up.

A gaunt youth knelt on cracked soil, digging with his fingers into the hard ground but unable to unearth even a single grain.

Within just a month, the entire family starved to death.

As he stumbled towards the rebel army encampment, the old house behind him had already been torn to pieces by the starving citizens, even the bark on the beams was gnawed clean.

With the help of a noble, he practiced martial arts and cultivated the Dao, rising up and vanquishing the southern rebel kings.

Now, just one step away, he could unify the realm.

"I am King Jing! The King Jing who founded the second unified dynasty!"

Liu Jing exclaimed, "Where are the soldiers!"

Outside the tent, a thunderous roar resounded: "Long live King Jing!! Long live!!"

"Ha!"

Liu Jing suddenly laughed, the vibration causing the wine goblet on the table to hum. He embraced Yun Ni tightly, amidst the beauty's shocked cries, rolling over onto the brocade couch, "This is too exhilarating!"

A strong body, a million-strong army, the most beautiful woman in the world, a throne within reach.

Is this the wonderful and joyous life of a transmigrator?

Liu Jing donned his attire: "Yun Ni, I have obtained the celestial mandate. Next, all I need to do is defeat Xiang Yong the King Xiang, and I can conquer the realm and ascend to the supreme throne; then I will name you Empress."

Liu Jing understood the course of history; he would defeat Xiang Yong at Yuan County, and according to history, as long as he did not foolishly command aimlessly, victory was assured.

Yun Ni gently reminded, "Great King, the young Xiang Yong is not worth worrying about."

"Oh?"

Liu Jing was perplexed, "With my million-strong army and countless brave generals, why can I not take the supreme throne?"

"Because of one person."

"Who?"

"The First Emperor Xiang Ji."

"So the First Emperor's name was Xiang Ji?"

Liu Jing was astonished.

The First Emperor had no name, no surname; for five thousand years, tales abounded of this mysterious emperor who ended the chaotic wars among the dukes and sought the Dao for longevity.

Yet, Qing Country perished during the second generation, leaving scant historical records; even the founding year of Qing Country could not be determined.

As for those myths claiming the First Emperor defeated one hundred and eight dukes alone in Mu Ye.

Even the most seasoned historic experts did not believe in such "historical record" folktales.

At this moment, it was the era of the Soldier Master's extinction.

Because the First Emperor gathered all spirit veins to forge Mountain and River Seal into Ninefold Imperial Pass.

Samurai and mages became mainstream; the strongest did not wear armor, and when their blades became dull, they could only contend with a hundred enemies.

But Liu Jing practiced Daoist and Martial Cultivation, invincible under heaven, he need not personally act; the multitude could settle the First Emperor with their sheer numbers.

"Even if the First Emperor is a martial dao strongman, he is alone."

"The advantage is mine!"

Liu Jing reflected on past events; at this moment, he controlled half of Qing Country's territory, instantly with an expression of "a million strong army with dragons galloping over, the advantage is mine,"

"The Tyrant of Qing Country is without virtue; I respond to celestial mandate to cleanse the council..."

He suddenly paused, remembering the mythic tales of the First Emperor; historically, Qing Country indeed perished during the second generation, but why, in his memory, did this Qing Country seem to exist for over a century...

"Wait, Yun Ni, what year of the First Emperor is it now?"

"Year one hundred and ninety-nine of the First Emperor's reign."

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