Great Qin: I Became a Sage by Telling Stories, and Discussed Immortality with the First Emperor

King Qin Ying Zheng secretly entered Xinzheng, the capital of Han. As he passed a teahouse and stopped to rest his horse, he heard a sudden clap.

A ten-year-old boy, handsome and brooding, looked eighty percent like Ying Zheng had when he returned to Qin from Handan.

Smack!

The storyteller's block struck the table, focusing everyone's attention.

The boy's cool gaze swept across the room. He opened his folding fan and declared in a clear voice:

"Birth, old age, sickness, and death are four walls; everyone hides within. Those who leap beyond the walls will find the way to immortality."

After reciting his opening verse, Zhao Shu glanced around. "Today, we'll tell a tale about someone seeking immortality."

"Immortality?"

The Ancestral Dragon perked up, intrigued.

Then the boy chuckled. With a snap, he closed his paper fan and tapped it against his left hand, drawing every eye in the audience.

"This tale, A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality, begins with a ten-year-old boy named Han Li from a small mountain village."

That night, King Zheng of Qin entered a dream of immortal cultivation.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.