I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

Qin Tian slowly opened his eyes, and his hand on Ying Zheng's back tightened slightly, causing his internal energy to surge.

"Your Majesty, open your mouth."

Ying Zheng subconsciously opened his mouth, and the next moment, a sweet and pungent smell surged up from his chest. He bent over abruptly, spitting out a mouthful of black blood that landed on the felt blanket in front of him.

After the mouthful of black blood hit the ground, it emitted a pungent, fishy odor. Its color was as black as ink, and it was as thick as a lump of sludge. You could even see some small, black granular substances inside, which were toxins and metabolic waste that had accumulated in the body for many years.

Ying Zheng was bent over, panting heavily.

He looked down at the shocking pool of black blood on the carpet, a look of horror flashing in his eyes.

His body actually contained so much filth?

But then, an unprecedented feeling of ease swept over his entire body.

His breathing became smoother than ever before, and with each inhale he could feel the fresh air filling his entire chest cavity, and every alveolus seemed to be cheering.

His limbs were full of power, the power of life, a feeling of vitality and energy.

What shocked him even more was that the feeling of "his time was coming" had completely disappeared.

Instead, he experienced a feeling he hadn't had in a very long time.

young.

He felt as if he had returned to his youth.

At that time, he was so energetic that he seemed to have inexhaustible energy. He could handle government affairs for three days and three nights without feeling tired, and he could ride a horse all day without feeling exhausted.

Ying Zheng slowly straightened up, moved his shoulders and arms, and his joints made a slight cracking sound.

He clenched his fist, then relaxed it, then clenched it again, then relaxed it again, repeating this several times, his expression changing from shock to joy.

It's been over twenty years.

He hadn't felt this way in his body for over twenty years.

Ying Zheng raised his head and looked at Qin Tian beside him.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, clasped his hands properly, and bowed deeply, his tone solemn and sincere: "Thank you, Immortal."

Throughout his life, Ying Zheng never said the word "thank you" to anyone.

He accepted the worship of the people, the kneeling of his ministers, and the kowtows of the surrendered rulers of six states. He was always the one who was thanked, not the one who needed to thank others.

But at this moment, he was willing.

Qin Tian waved his hand: "It was nothing, Your Majesty, you don't need to be so polite."

After he finished speaking, he deflated like a punctured balloon, his shoulders relaxed, his back bent, and his cross-legged sitting posture changed from "a meditating immortal" to "an ordinary person sitting".

Even his posture changed; his previously upright posture became completely relaxed, even somewhat lazy.

Ying Zheng noticed this change, and a subtle look flashed in his eyes.

Those sorcerers all tried their best to maintain the appearance of enlightened masters.

Xu Fu was like this, Lu Sheng was like this, and Hou Sheng was like this.

They speak with an air of superiority, walk with measured steps, maintain an inscrutable expression, and speak in a cryptic manner, as if they wish they could plaster the words "I am a master" all over themselves.

But what about their abilities?

Xu Fu sailed for several years and brought back a bunch of so-called "rare treasures from the immortal mountains," but not a single thing was actually useful.

Lu Sheng confidently claimed he could find the immortal, but instead of finding the immortal, he spoke ill of him behind his back and then disappeared without a trace.

Hou Sheng went even further, taking the reward he received while simultaneously begging for immortality and cursing Lu Sheng for his tyranny and cruelty. In the end, he also ran away with Lu Sheng.

The abilities of those people are worlds apart from those of the person in front of them.

The truly capable people are actually the most relaxed.

Qin Tian doesn't need to pretend to be profound. He can be that immortal standing in mid-air with his robes fluttering, or he can be the ordinary person sitting cross-legged in front of him with a lazy posture.

This demonstrates absolute confidence in one's own abilities.

Qin Tian had no idea what Ying Zheng was thinking at that moment; he was enjoying a double relaxation, both physically and mentally.

For twenty years, I lived in the mountains, doing nothing but cultivation every day, without even a single person to talk to.

He really wanted to say "I'm so frustrated," but he swallowed the words back, wanting to save face.

"Your Majesty," Qin Tian said, shifting to a more comfortable position, "I'll call you Brother Zheng."

Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback.

Brother Zheng?

What is this term?

What does "哥" mean?

He searched his memory and confirmed that he had never seen the word anywhere before.

Judging from the words, it might be some kind of honorific?

"Immortal, please do as you please," Ying Zheng said.

It's just a title, it doesn't matter. The immortal can call me whatever he wants.

Qin Tian nodded, his smile deepening. "Brother Zheng, please don't call me an immortal anymore. I'm not an immortal, just a cultivator who knows a little about cultivation methods."

Hermit.

Cultivator.

Ying Zheng pondered the difference between the two words.

Immortals are beings born with innate qualities, while cultivators are those who cultivate themselves through certain methods.

The difference between these two things means a lot.

"I intend to appoint the sage as my national advisor," Ying Zheng said firmly. "From now on, you shall be addressed as 'national advisor.' The abilities of the national advisor are no different from those of an immortal. In my heart, the national advisor is an immortal."

This is where Ying Zheng's wisdom lies.

Qin Tian said he was not an immortal, but just a cultivator, but Ying Zheng insisted on calling him the Grand Preceptor, placing him in a position equivalent to an immortal.

In this way, Qin Tian's self-positioning was respected, while maintaining the image of the "immortal" in his mind.

More importantly, appointing Qin Tian as the national advisor is tantamount to binding Qin Tian to the Qin Dynasty's war chariot.

For Ying Zheng, a cultivator with extraordinary abilities, it meant nothing if they were just casual acquaintances who came and went as they pleased.

But if one becomes the national advisor, then one is his person.

Ying Zheng did not say this explicitly, but Qin Tian understood.

Qin Tian glanced at Ying Zheng and sighed inwardly.

As expected of a powerful ruler who unified the world, his mind works incredibly fast.

In just a few words, he turned a man who had fallen from the sky into his national advisor.

However, Qin Tian didn't care. So be it, he was going to help Ying Zheng anyway. Having a legitimate identity would make things easier.

"The Imperial Advisor it is then," Qin Tian nodded, saying nothing more.

Then he looked at Ying Zheng and suddenly asked, "Brother Zheng, aren't you curious about who I am? Where do I come from? What am I doing here?"

Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback.

Of course he was curious.

Whether it was an immortal descending from the sky or a cultivator, they suddenly appeared before his imperial carriage.

Anyone would be curious.

But Ying Zheng was not the type of person who would actively ask questions. He was used to waiting for others to tell him the answers, rather than asking questions like an ordinary person would.

Since Qin Tian took the initiative to speak, Ying Zheng naturally wouldn't refuse.

"I am all ears." His tone was calm, but the hint of urgency in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

Qin Tian looked into Ying Zheng's eyes and remained silent for a moment.

Then he said something that Ying Zheng never expected.

"I am a person from two thousand years in the future."