Ying Changying transformed into the nine-year-old prince who was exiled to the north by the First Emperor. He was not allowed to return to the capital unless summoned. Eighteen years of wind and sand have worn away old scars all over his body and his skill with silver spears. That night, a drop of immortal phoenix blood suddenly popped up in the system as a reward for guarding. He grabbed the hot blood and poured it into his throat, and his bones crackled and exploded - his martial strength and physical strength were both broken, and the handles of the three thousand backwei sabers outside the tent shook at the same time. Rubbing the old itchy scar, he grinned in the direction of Xianyang: "Didn't you find the elixir of longevity? Do I have enough blood to change the way back to Beijing and write the edict?"
