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

The air inside the tent seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ying Zheng's expression froze for a moment; he wondered if he had misheard.

His eyes widened slightly, and his lips moved.

Two thousand years later.

This time span far exceeded his expectations.

He considered countless possibilities: Qin Tian might be an immortal descended from heaven, a cultivator from an overseas immortal mountain, a disciple of a hidden sect, or even a descendant of some ancient legend.

But he never expected that the other party would say the words "two thousand years later".

But the shock was only momentary.

Ying Zheng's expression quickly returned to calm.

He has always been very receptive to new things, and he has seen quite a few strange people and events over the years. The story of "an immortal who descended from the sky claiming to be from two thousand years in the future" is not even the most bizarre thing that has happened today.

What about people two thousand years from now?

With Qin Tian's extraordinary abilities, let alone the claim that he was from two thousand years in the future, even if he said he had lived for two thousand years, Ying Zheng would believe him without hesitation.

Flying through the air, snapping trees with a wave of his hand, and healing his body, which was nearing its end, in half an hour—these undeniable facts were more convincing than any words.

"Grand Preceptor," Ying Zheng pondered for a moment before asking, "may I ask, two thousand years from now, how many generations will the Qin Dynasty be in?"

Qin Tian's expression froze slightly.

How could he tell Ying Zheng that the Qin Dynasty would not last ten thousand generations, not even a hundred, not even three, and would perish after only two generations?

"Brother Zheng," Qin Tian's tone became somewhat complicated, "Two thousand years later, there will be no more emperors."

Ying Zheng's expression finally changed slightly.

"The Great Qin," Qin Tian paused, but still said, "is long gone. It perished after only two generations."

But Ying Zheng's breathing clearly paused for a beat.

It died after two generations.

Ying Zheng's expression changed so quickly that it was almost impossible to catch.

First came a slight surprise, then contemplation, and then understanding.

Finally, all expressions faded, and his face returned to that unfathomable imperial countenance.

His mind was racing with calculations at that moment.

The Qin Dynasty perished after only two generations.

What does this mean?

This means that after Fusu, the Qin Dynasty perished.

Fusu.

This son, whom he had exiled to Shangjun to supervise Meng Tian's construction of the Great Wall, had always been his de facto successor.

Kindness, tolerance, treating the people well, and respect for Confucian scholars were all Fusu's strengths, but in Ying Zheng's eyes, these were also Fusu's greatest weaknesses.

Benevolence and righteousness? Can benevolence and righteousness govern a country?

Treat the people well? What the people need is reverence, not kindness.

Respect Confucian scholars? Those Confucian scholars said behind his back that he was tyrannical and cruel, and that the burning of books and burying of scholars alive was not unjustified.

Fusu was corrupted by the Confucian teachings.

If he had implemented benevolent policies after ascending the throne, abolished Qin laws, and treated the descendants of the former nobles of the six states leniently, then the demise of the Qin Dynasty would have been inevitable.

It died after two generations.

It was indeed Confucianism that ruined them.

Ying Zheng had already made up his mind.

Fusu is not fit to inherit the throne; his benevolence and Confucian doctrines will lead to the downfall of the Qin dynasty.

Since Fusu was not suitable, they could only choose from their other sons.

Hu Hai.

Ying Zheng thought of his youngest son.

Hu Hai was intelligent, eloquent, and decisive, unlike Fu Su who was indecisive.

Moreover, Hu Hai treated him with the utmost respect and never questioned his decisions like Fu Su did.

The Qin dynasty needed a strong monarch to inherit its throne.

The empire that Qin Shi Huang built cannot be destroyed by a son who has been brainwashed by Confucianism.

These thoughts swirled in Ying Zheng's mind in the blink of an eye.

His expression remained unchanged, and his tone was as calm as if he were discussing something unrelated to himself: "Indeed, later generations are all like the Grand Preceptor, with power that reaches the heavens and the earth, and indeed no emperor has been able to hold onto the throne."

He thought that people two thousand years from now would all be like Qin Tian, ​​able to fly through the air and break trees with a wave of their hand.

If that's the case, then the emperor really can't be an emperor anymore. How would you rule over a group of immortals?

Qin Tian opened his mouth, wanting to say, "That's not how it is. People in later generations are all ordinary people. I might be the only one like me," but before he could speak, Ying Zheng continued.

"May I ask, Grand Preceptor, how many people from later generations have come to the Qin Dynasty?"

When Ying Zheng asked this question, his tone was somewhat solemn.

If a large number of "immortals" from two thousand years in the future travel to the Qin Dynasty, then the problem will be serious.

Qin Tian is already a being who can turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist. If a hundred or a thousand of them came, how could the Qin Dynasty's empire be protected?

Qin Tian sensed the worry in Ying Zheng's words and shook his head: "Brother Zheng, people in later generations are all ordinary people, unlike me. I am a special case; I should be the only one who came to Qin. How I got here, I don't know either."

He paused, then added, "I came here twenty years ago and have been cultivating in the mountains ever since. You passed away around these last two days, so I came to find you."

But Ying Zheng's expression didn't change at all after hearing this.

If Qin Tian had said these words before today, Ying Zheng might have been furious, suspicious, and felt that this person was cursing him.

But at this moment, his body had been healed by Qin Tian, ​​and the feeling that his time was coming to an end had completely disappeared. He was full of vitality and energy that he had only had in his youth.

Therefore, the event of "passing away in the next two days" will no longer happen.

His gaze fell on Qin Tian's face, and in that instant, he suddenly understood something.

Qin Tian said that he came to Da Qin twenty years ago and has been cultivating in the mountains ever since.

If he hadn't appeared today, according to the course of history, I would have died within two days.

But he happened to appear "in the last two days," first healing his own body before telling him about it.

What does this tell us?

This means that Qin Tian was saving him, and came specifically for him.

A cultivator possessed the abilities to fly, snap trees with a wave of his hand, and cure terminal illnesses. He cultivated in the mountains for twenty years, and then appeared just as the man was about to pass away, curing his body—why was that?

Ying Zheng's breathing quickened, and his voice trembled slightly: "Grand Preceptor, you've come to see me, could it be...?"

He didn't finish speaking.

It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I'm afraid to say it.

He was afraid that if he spoke out, and it turned out to be wrong, the disappointment would break him.

For over twenty years, he had been searching for something, and if he were to receive confirmation from Qin Tian's mouth today, at this very moment, he didn't know if his heart could withstand such a tremendous shock.

Qin Tian looked at Ying Zheng's eyes, which were slightly red from excitement, and at his face, which tried to maintain imperial dignity but could not hide his longing.

He nodded.

"That's right," Qin Tian's voice was calm and firm, "I came to find you just as you thought."

There was a moment of silence in the tent.

"Immortality".