Becoming a Scheming Warlord from the Qin Dynasty

Jade dew withers the maples in the forest,
The air of Wu Mountain and Wu Gorge is bleak and cold.
Waves on the river surge to the sky,
Clouds and wind on the frontier cast shadows on the earth.

Across the boundless desert wasteland, a solitary figure appears on the horizon, lonely and forlorn.

Staring at the blurred city walls in the distance, Li Yu wept.

It was too much—after half a year of trekking over mountains and rivers, he had finally reached his destination. Dragging his exhausted body, he shook his backpack and trudged toward the far-off city.

The mighty Wei River flowed through the entire city of Xianyang, winding between palaces and nurturing this eternal metropolis.

From above, Xianyang sprawled across the land, stretching nearly three hundred li, with pavilions, towers, and thousands of homes. Wide avenues crisscrossed the city, connected by covered walkways and corridors, forming the most prosperous capital of the era.

In an unremarkable wooden hut at the edge of Xianyang, Li Yu carefully examined the jade in his hand—the very object that had brought him here, to the Warring States period before Qin’s unification.

He still remembered clearly how he had set out alone to travel, to ease his mind and see the legendary Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

He had just reached the region of Buqing Mountain when suddenly, the ground collapsed beneath him, and he fell into a snow-covered ice cave.

The pit was nearly twenty meters deep, with a sloped side like a steep slide. Even so, Li Yu was dizzy