Gao Liang immediately instructed Zhao Erhu to send his subordinates to locate the elderly scholar from Zhao State overnight. Meanwhile, he used the translation software to translate all the texts he could understand. The old scholar must crack this book on Alchemy! To his surprise, the scholar from Zhao State was found quickly. When Gao Liang presented the unfamiliar characters before him, the scholar exclaimed in amazement, "What a book! What a book! A celestial scripture!" Gao Liang immediately bowed and asked for guidance. The scholar stroked his beard, took a cup of clear tea sent by Gao Liang's men, drank it down in one go, and then said with a rosy complexion, "Though I cannot fully comprehend it, I have already grasped a few key insights." He then explained: To achieve genuine immortality, one must not only pursue the cultivation of body and spirit in tandem but also engage in intense physical exercises every day—this kind of exercise differs from Gao Liang's previous experiences of energy absorption and transformation, as well as mental training. Instead, he practiced self-training in the medicinal broth prepared from one hundred and eight traditional Chinese herbs. At 5 a.m., following Mr. Zhao's instructions, Gao Liang completed ten thousand push-ups, after which his entire body was drenched in sweat. Mr. Zhao, observing Gao Liang's strong and well-muscled physique, was highly satisfied and said, "Quick! Quick! Immerse your body fully into the medicinal tub!" Gao Liang stepped into the tub and gasped—upon entering the water, he felt as though his body were being scalded, with a sensation of his skin being burned off. Mr. Zhao noticed that a layer of dark, turbid residue had formed on the surface of the broth and was continuously thickening. He immediately clapped and exclaimed, "Excellent! Excellent!" "After one hour of immersion, all the stagnant impurities in your body will vanish, and your yang energy will become increasingly pure. Only those with truly pure yang energy can cultivate the Elixir of Immortality," Mr. Zhao said. Zhao Erhu hurried over at this moment, looking frantic: "Bad news, boss! The Lady Li has arrived!" "Quick! Have her not come in! Didn't you see that I'm completely naked, submerged in the medicinal bath?" High Guang almost shouted. "Yes, boss!" As Zhao Erhu was about to leave, a sudden voice rang out: "Where is Guo Liang? Tell me quickly!" Zhao Erhu turned sharply—my goodness! There stood the exquisite beauty, surpassing Mochou herself—the Lady Li, whom in Zhao Erhu's heart he had long regarded as the boss's wife. So he couldn't afford to be slow. He promptly used his body to block the Lady Li's view and said, "Our boss isn't here—he's in the other room, looking for him!" Yet the Lady Li regarded Zhao Erhu with a skeptical gaze: "Don't deceive me—I just checked there myself! Step aside!" Zhao Erhu wouldn't budge—because at this very moment, Guo Liang was completely bare, and if the Lady Li saw him, it would be a complete collision. Then, with a quick twist of her head, she said, "I'm talking about Lady Li! What exactly is it you want from our head leader? Let's discuss it tomorrow—can we do that?" "Hmph! Today! If you wait until tomorrow, it'll be too late!" Lady Li replied. "What is it, then? I can tell our head leader the truth!" Zhao Erhu said. Lady Li took out a golden hairpin from her own hair, trimmed a lock of her dark hair with scissors, and carefully placed it in a small red box, which she handed to Zhao Erhu, saying, "Give this to him." "Very good!" Zhao Erhu accepted it. Lady Li nodded with satisfaction, then gently sighed and left. As soon as Lady Li departed, Zhao Erhu handed the small red box to Gao Liang. Gao Liang saw the elegant High-Li script written inside the box—having recently been studying High-Li script through his super handheld computer, he could read it well. The message read: "I shall no longer be by your side. Take care!" "To express our gratitude for your saving both me and our King, I would like to present you with my personal golden hairpin and a lock of my hair as a token of appreciation!" High Light, holding the golden hairpin and lock of hair, felt an unexpected sense of warmth and emotion. He immediately turned to Zhao Erhu and said, "Send some of my brothers to find out where the Lady Li has gone. Remember—should anything happen, report it to me right away!" "Got it, boss! I'll handle it right away!" Zhao Erhu promptly set off. The scene then shifts to Zhang Yuping. After storming out of Gao Liang's presence, she walked alone through the bustling streets of Xianyang. A wiry, watchful man noticed her pocket and, taking advantage of the crowd, deliberately pushed her from behind. Zhang Yuping, unprepared, stumbled slightly, nearly falling. When she regained her balance, the man who had pushed her was already out of sight. She brushed off the dust from her clothes and continued walking. "Fresh deep-fried large shrimp! Crispy and delicious—Miss! Why don't you try a few?" A young man selling fried shrimp called out, immediately noticing Zhang Yurong's graceful appearance and approaching her. Upon seeing the shrimp gleaming with a clear, translucent sheen, and detecting the fresh aroma of fried shrimp wafting through the air with her nose, Zhang Yurong involuntarily licked her lips—she had never tasted shrimp like this before. Now, having traveled through time to the Qin Dynasty, she could enjoy these ancient fried shrimp, a true blessing of fortune! She nodded, indicating that she would like several large shrimp. Soon, the young vendor presented her with the crispy, delicious shrimp. As she reached into her pocket to pull out a few coins, she paused—she didn’t need to touch them. But as soon as she did, she gasped: "Oh no! Where’s my official silver?" She searched thoroughly through all her pockets, yet found not a single piece. Just as she was sweating profusely, a voice broke in: "Hey! You're quite nice! I’ll pay for your meal!" With that, he casually took a long string of shrimp, and the young vendor, so attentive, didn’t dare let out a single sound. Zhang Yuping noticed a middle-aged man with a round, plump build, his eyes glazed with lust, exhaling a foul scent of alcohol each time he spoke. Behind him, a group of attendants trailed along. Zhang Yuping remained composed, neither acknowledging the plump man nor the dish of fried shrimp offered to her. As she prepared to move away, the man sniffed disdainfully, “Well, quite ungrateful! My generous tip goes unnoticed! Boys—seize that beautiful woman and take her!” Soon, five broad-shouldered men surrounded her. Zhang Yuping’s face paled with alarm; though she tried to make her way out, the five strong men, like a solid iron barrel, encircled her, making it nearly impossible to escape. If only her husband were there—yet he wasn’t. “Hah! Beautiful woman! Come with me! To my estate, I’ll treat you like royalty—no need to mention that fried shrimp, even a turtle from the sea, I’ll serve you a whole table of!” "The plump man gazed at her with a dreamy smile. "Yes! Yes! Follow our master, and you'll enjoy endless prosperity and luxury! Honestly, our master has very high standards! It's quite an achievement for you to win his favor—what a privilege! Haha! As soon as you join our master, you'll have an endless supply of delicacies and endless wealth and honor. How about that? Make up your mind quickly!" A bald attendant nodded in agreement. "You're not getting away with that!" Zhang Yuping firmly rejected. This angered the plump man and the other attendants, who immediately closed in on her. Zhang Yuping, with her high-heeled shoes, kicked purposefully at the lower part of the bald attendant's body. "Oh my!" The attendant's penis was struck, and he cried out, tears welling up in his eyes. "By heaven! This young lady is no pushover—she even dares to touch my junior! Catch her now! Catch her—there's a reward!" The plump man nearly roared. Soon, Zhang Yuping was seized by the four attendants, tied tightly with ropes, and a cotton ball was stuffed into her mouth. The crowd around merely shook their heads in sympathy, none daring to step forward and demand justice. They were all passive onlookers—clearly, this plump man came from no ordinary background. I never thought I'd find myself a sheep in a wolf's den.