Live Forever and Build a Thousand-Year-Old Family

Some people call me Li Changsheng, the soldier of the Qin Dynasty. That was a thousand years ago when I was killing bears to survive in the wind and snow in the north. Some people also respect me as the "Ancestor of Longxi". This was six hundred years ago when I planted the big tree called Li. It is the ninth year of Wude, Chang'an City. The world only knows the power of Qin King Li Shimin, but they don't know that the bloody plan in front of Xuanwu Gate is just a chess piece on my desk. I sat in the shadows and watched my children and grandchildren kill each other over that chair. Li Jiancheng and Li Shimin, in my eyes, are just cubs competing for the alpha wolf position in the pack. The weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive. This is the iron law of nature, and it is also the law of my Li family. In this long river, I am used to seeing the ugly behavior of all living beings. There was a generation of overlords who rejected my "gift". He laughed and scolded that immortality is just a pretentious thing. A true hero only strives for glory in one life. How arrogant that is. But now, there is a real dragon emperor kneeling down and begging for my "flesh and blood", willing to exchange thousands of miles of mountains and rivers for my prescription for immortality. How greedy that is.