DLERB -Chapter 122 So We’re Being Honest? Father, This Is the Loot Dropped by That Wolf

The cheers on the city wall were deafening.

Ying Ziye stood beside Ying Zheng, his small body frozen as if cast under a binding spell.

Not moving at all.

In his mind, the crisp notification voice kept ringing nonstop.

So fast it sounded like someone reading a menu.

【Ding! Settlement complete!】

【Congratulations, Host! Epic Triple National Fortune Critical Strike triggered!】

【Reward 1: Great Qin National Fortune Divine Artifact — Supreme Spiritual Qi Spring (Unique)!】

【Reward 2: Immortal-grade Grain Seed — Dragon Tooth Rice (1000 jin)!】

【Reward 3: Exclusive cultivation technique for the First Emperor — “Human Sovereign Suppressing the World Technique”!】

【Reward 4: Host-exclusive physique — Primordial Tyrant Body (Initial Awakening)!】

Before Ying Ziye could even read the descriptions clearly…

A domineering, overwhelming surge of heat suddenly exploded inside his body without warning.

Pain.

As if he had been thrown into the Eight Trigrams Furnace of the Supreme Old Lord.

As if ten thousand ants were gnawing at his marrow.

Clatter.

The half-eaten lamb bone in his hand fell to the ground.

Immediately after—

His entire body stiffened and fell straight backward.

“Ziye!”

Ying Zheng reacted instantly and caught his son’s small body.

It was burning hot.

Like holding a piece of red-hot charcoal.

“Imperial Physicians!”

Ying Zheng’s face, which had only moments ago been as imposing as a god of war, turned panicked in an instant.

He roared.

His voice carried a trembling he had never shown before.

“Summon the imperial physicians!!”

“Now!!”

The surrounding generals were stunned.

Meng Tian rushed over, stumbling.

“Your Majesty! Ninth Prince this is…”

“Get away!”

Ying Zheng shoved Meng Tian aside and held Ying Ziye tightly.

Could it be that wolf?

A curse from a god?

Damn it!

Damn it!!

Even in death, that beast refuses to rest!

“If anything happens to my Qilin son…”

Ying Zheng’s eyes turned red, filled with killing intent even more terrifying than when he had slain the Wolf God.

“I will strip every blade of grass from this grassland!”

“I will dig up the ancestral graves of the Xiongnu and whip their corpses!!”

At that moment—

The person in his arms moved.

Ying Ziye opened his eyes.

A golden stream of light flashed deep within his pupils.

The pain vanished.

Replaced by an overwhelming surge of strength.

He felt like he could punch a bull to death right now.

“Father…”

he called out in a babyish voice.

“Stop shaking me. If you keep shaking me, I’m going to throw up my breakfast.”

Ying Zheng froze completely.

He lowered his head.

Looking at the little troublemaker making faces in his arms.

The heavy weight in his chest finally dropped back into his stomach.

“You…”

Ying Zheng wanted to curse.

But the words turned into helplessness.

“You brat! Are you trying to scare me to death?!”

Ying Ziye jumped down from his arms.

He stretched lazily.

His bones crackled like popping firecrackers.

“Father, I’m fine.”

He grinned.

Then casually picked up a solid bronze wine vessel that Meng Tian had placed nearby.

It was solid bronze.

Heavy and hard.

Ying Ziye grabbed the handle with his small hand.

He didn’t even seem to exert any force.

Like crushing tofu.

CRACK!

A sharp sound.

The extremely hard bronze vessel was crushed into a lump of scrap metal in his hand.

Flattened completely.

Even the engraved patterns were smoothed out.

Meng Tian’s eyes nearly popped out.

Wang Li’s jaw dropped so hard it looked like it might dislocate.

This…

This is the grip strength of an eight-year-old child?

This is a human-shaped tyrannosaur!

Ying Ziye casually tossed the scrap metal aside.

“Wasn’t that big black dragon just now eating wolves?”

He dusted off the bronze powder on his hands, speaking seriously nonsense.

“I just happened to inhale a bit of immortal energy too.”

“So my strength increased.”

Ying Zheng looked at the scrap metal on the ground, then at his son’s soft, delicate little hands.

“Inhaling immortal energy… and you can crush bronze?”

Even a dog wouldn’t believe that explanation.

But Ying Zheng believed it.

Or rather, anything his son said—even if it defied heaven itself—he would believe.

“Good.”

Ying Zheng nodded with a smile.

“Strength is good.”

“People of our Ying family should have strength.”

Ying Ziye reached into his clothes.

In reality, he was taking items from his system space.

“Father, that was just the small reward.”

“The big one is here.”

He pulled out a black jade slip.

The moment it appeared, the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier.

Five ancient seal-script characters were engraved on it.

Even though no one recognized the writing, a name instinctively surfaced in everyone’s mind.

“Human Sovereign Suppressing the World Technique.”

“This also came from that wolf’s stomach?”

Ying Zheng took the jade slip.

The moment it touched his hand—

“ROAR!”

A high-pitched dragon roar exploded inside Ying Zheng’s mind.

There was no need to read.

No need to understand.

The obscure and profound ancient text turned into countless golden light points,疯狂 drilling into his forehead.

Ying Zheng’s body shook violently.

The space behind him distorted again.

The black dragon phantom that had just faded… reappeared.

Only for an instant.

But the pressure it carried was even more solid, even more terrifying than before.

Meng Tian and Wang Li dropped to their knees with a thud.

This was not etiquette.

It was their bodies being forced down by that imperial aura.

After a moment—

Ying Zheng opened his eyes.

Inside them, stars seemed to rise and fall.

His aura had changed.

It became even more unfathomable.

If before he was an emperor of the mortal world…

Then now, he carried a trace of transcendent “immortal” presence.

“Good stuff.”

Ying Zheng only said three words.

He tightened his grip on the jade slip, his gaze toward Ying Ziye becoming shockingly bright.

But Ying Ziye did not give him time to admire it.

He reached into his clothes again.

“There’s more.”

This time—

He pulled out a handful of seeds.

They were not ordinary seeds.

Each one was as long as an adult’s finger.

Translucent, as white as the finest jade.

Curved in shape, with sharp tips.

They truly looked like dragon teeth.

“What is this?”

Wang Li, still kneeling, stretched his neck forward, practically drooling.

He didn’t know what it was.

But just the smell made him hungry.

A hunger rising from deep within his soul.

“Dragon Tooth Rice.”

Ying Ziye casually tossed one seed to Wang Li.

“Catch it.”

Wang Li fumbled to grab it.

It was heavy.

Like holding a piece of gold.

“This thing, once grown, a single grain can cook a whole pot of rice.”

Ying Ziye pointed at it.

“Ordinary people who eat it will be free of all diseases and gain tremendous strength.”

“Soldiers who eat it will be able to tear tigers and leopards apart with their bare hands.”

“In the future, our Great Qin cavalry won’t need dry rations—just a couple handfuls of rice will be enough to conquer the world.”

Wang Li held the grain in his hands, trembling.

He wanted to bite it.

But couldn’t bear to.

This wasn’t rice.

This was life itself.

Ying Zheng steadied his breath.

He forcefully suppressed his shock.

“Keep it safe.”

He ordered Wang Li.

“Lose even one grain, and I’ll chop your head off and use it as a ball.”

Wang Li shivered and quickly stuffed it into his clothing, clutching it tightly.

“There’s one last item.”

Ying Ziye’s expression became serious.

He reached into his clothes again.

This time, he moved slowly.

“Father, have your men step back.”

“This thing packs a punch.”

Ying Zheng waved his hand.

“Fall back ten zhang!”

Meng Tian and Wang Li quickly led the soldiers back.

Ying Ziye pulled his hand out.

In his palm—

A blue sphere of light.

About the size of a fist.

Inside, it looked like flowing water.

As if it contained an entire ocean.

The moment it appeared—

The wind on the city wall stopped.

The bone-chilling cold vanished instantly.

Replaced by a warm, gentle aura.

Dead weeds in the cracks of the wall began turning green before everyone’s eyes.

Sprouting.

Blooming.

Even Ying Zheng felt every pore on his body opening in relief.

The faint exhaustion from absorbing the earlier technique vanished completely.

“What is this…”

Ying Zheng stared at the blue sphere.

His voice was slightly dry.

“A spiritual energy spring.”

Ying Ziye held it like he was holding a world.

“Throw it into water, and that water becomes divine water.”

“Bury it in soil, and the land becomes immortal soil.”

“Place it anywhere, and it becomes a blessed land.”

He turned toward the south—toward Xianyang.

“Father.”

“This thing can’t stay here.”

“This broken place doesn’t deserve it.”

He handed the sphere to Ying Zheng.

“We’ll take it back.”

“Drop it into a well in the Xianyang Palace.”

“From now on, our Great Qin capital will be a celestial palace on earth.”

“Children born there will be able to run as soon as they’re born.”

“Dogs raised there will live for a hundred years.”

Ying Zheng looked at the blue sphere.

Then at his son’s youthful face.

He did not reach out to take it.

Meng Tian and Wang Li didn’t even dare breathe.

They didn’t understand “spiritual energy” or “celestial palace.”

But they understood “born able to run” and “live for a hundred years.”

Those were things only found in myths.