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

Ying Zheng's body jolted violently, his eyes widened instantly, his pupils contracted sharply for a moment, and then expanded at an incredible speed.

His hands trembled; the excitement surging from the depths of his soul rendered this decisive and ruthless emperor of all time unable to utter a single word.

He had no doubts.

With a miracle right before his eyes, if he still doubted whether the other party was deceiving him, then Ying Zheng would not be suspicious, but foolish.

Moreover, Qin Tian did not ask him for anything.

They did not ask for official titles, gold or silver, young boys or girls, or ships to sail the seas.

He cured his illness and then told him, "I came to you for what you want: immortality."

What else is there to doubt?

Ying Zheng took a few breaths to forcefully suppress the surging emotions in his chest.

He took a deep breath, then another, and slowly exhaled. He took another deep breath before finally stopping his voice from trembling.

"Grand Preceptor," Ying Zheng's voice was deep, "I—"

"Wait a minute." Qin Tian suddenly raised his hand, interrupting him, his expression somewhat subtle.

Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, swallowed the words he was about to say, and looked at Qin Tian with some confusion.

"Brother Zheng, let me make this clear first," Qin Tian said with a hint of helplessness, "Many people in later generations regret that you didn't achieve immortality. If you had lived forever and unified the world, the future might have been completely different, and we wouldn't have had to learn foreign languages."

"Foreign languages?" Ying Zheng frowned.

"What is that?"

"It's the language of other countries," Qin Tian explained.

Ying Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing within them: "Other countries? I unified the six kingdoms, standardized writing and cart axles, yet later generations have seen further division? And multiplied languages?"

He had already unified the writing system and language of the six states he had conquered.

If the world were to split again in the future, wouldn't all the empire he conquered, the systems he established, and the unified writing system he created be wasted?

Seeing Ying Zheng's expression that seemed to say, "Whoever dares to divide my empire, I will destroy them," Qin Tian said, "Brother Zheng, it's not what you think. Ever since you unified the world, in every chaotic era, heroes have emerged to unify the land. You set an example for future emperors; you are a great emperor for all time."

A great emperor throughout history.

Ying Zheng's pupils flickered slightly. These four words were like a fire, burning from his chest and instantly spreading to every part of his body.

He wasn't afraid of being cursed by future generations, nor was he afraid of being called tyrannical. What he feared was that future generations would forget him, and that the achievements he had built up with his life's blood would be lost in the long river of history.

But Qin Tian said, "A great emperor for all ages."

Later generations called him the greatest emperor of all time.

Moreover, in times of chaos, heroes always emerge to unify the world.

What does this mean?

This means that the path he walked, the achievements he built, his will, and his spirit have inspired emperors of later generations for thousands of years.

The example he set has guided generations of heroes to follow in his footsteps.

This is true immortality.

"As for foreign languages," Qin Tian continued, "it's English, and other languages. This world is vast, and Qin only occupies a small fraction of it. I'll tell you more about these later."

The Qin Dynasty only controlled one or two hundred percent of the world.

This statement shifted Ying Zheng's attention away from being called "the greatest emperor of all time."

Only one or two out of a hundred?

His Great Qin extended from Longxi in the west to Liaodong in the east, from Yinshan in the north to the South China Sea in the south. It reached the sea in the east, the quicksand in the west, Beixianghu in the south, and Shuofang in the north.

The heavens are round and the earth is square; all within the four seas is the king's land. He always believed that all under heaven was the king's land, and that his Great Qin was the entire world.

But now, a man who has returned from two thousand years in the future tells him that the Qin Dynasty only occupies one or two hundred percent of the world.

Two out of one hundred.

There was still 98% of the world that he had never seen before, that was not marked on the map, and that he had never even imagined.

Ying Zheng's blood was boiling.

He felt as if he had returned to his youth, when he had just ascended the throne and was full of ambition, and to his prime, when he commanded thousands of troops and swept across six kingdoms.

All the rough edges that had been smoothed out by time have returned at this moment.

Looking at the flame burning in Ying Zheng's eyes, Qin Tian suddenly worried that he might have said too much.

This old man has just been cured; what if he gets too excited and his blood pressure spikes? What kind of problems could arise then...?

"Brother Zheng, let's stop here for today." Qin Tian interrupted Ying Zheng's impassioned speech at the right moment. "There's plenty of time for the rest. Let's eat first. I've been in the mountains for twenty years and haven't had anything really good to eat."

This statement is so down-to-earth that it's completely unlike something a celestial being would say.

Other sorcerers would never have said such a thing, even if they were beaten to death.

They would say things like "abstaining from grains," "not eating human food," and "living on wind and dew," packaging themselves as immortals who do not eat grains.

But Qin Tian didn't care.

He was really hungry.

Life in the mountains consisted mainly of wild fruits, wild vegetables, and the occasional fish and rabbit caught.

There are no seasonings, no oil or salt, just boil it and eat it. Eating too much of it makes me want to vomit.

His mind was now filled with thoughts of meat, spices, fine wine, and steaming hot food. He didn't care about the image of an immortal or any otherworldly aura; he just wanted to eat his fill first.

"Also, Brother Zheng," Qin Tian added, his eyes lighting up, "arrange some singing and dancing to liven things up."

He spent twenty years in the mountains, facing nothing but trees and rocks every day, without anyone to talk to, let alone sing or dance.

In his past life, his favorite thing to watch was the court dances in period dramas. The atmosphere of flowing robes and the sounds of string and bamboo instruments was so enjoyable to think about.

He's in the Qin Dynasty now, right in Qin Shi Huang's tent. If he doesn't watch a song and dance performance, wouldn't his trip be in vain?

Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, then nodded.

He had already arranged the banquet when he ordered the camp to be set up on the spot. Although conditions were limited during the march, the standard of the imperial meal would not be reduced too much, and it could be started at any time.

But the singing and dancing...

"Grand Preceptor," Ying Zheng said with a hint of apology, "the banquet can begin at any time. However, since there are no women in the army, the singing and dancing will probably have to wait until we return to Xianyang."

It is a fact that there are no female relatives in the military.

Although the procession for the eastern tour was large, it was accompanied by armored soldiers, officials, and eunuchs; there was not a single woman among them.

Songs and dances require dancers, but dancers cannot accompany the army on trips; this is the rule.

Qin Tian wanted to say, "It's fine if there are no dancers, we can still listen to music," but as soon as he was about to speak, he suddenly thought of something, his eyes darted around, and a malicious smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Zheng, it's alright if there are no women around."

Seeing the smile on Qin Tian's lips, Ying Zheng felt a slight sense of relief. The Grand Tutor was understanding and reasonable, and had not been displeased by such a trivial matter.

"Then let Zhao Gao jump."

These words made Ying Zheng's expression freeze instantly.

Zhao Gao?

Jump?

Zhao Gao dancing?

Ying Zheng suddenly looked up, his narrow eyes staring straight at Qin Tian.

Various thoughts raced through his mind, and the expression on his face changed from frozen to strange, and then from strange to an indescribable subtlety.

Zhao Gao.

The Chief of the Imperial Carriage Office was a close advisor who had served the emperor for over twenty years and was in charge of the emperor's carriages, horses, and seals.

Although Zhao Gao was a man who had been punished, he was fair-skinned, beardless, and had regular features. He could be considered a handsome man in a crowd.

Moreover, Zhao Gao was quick-witted and efficient, which earned him his deep trust.

Now, the Imperial Advisor says, "Make Zhao Gao dance."

Ying Zheng recalled some secret rumors circulating in the palace that some powerful and influential people did indeed have peculiar hobbies, enjoying being close to people who had been executed.

Could it be that the Imperial Advisor also has this kind of quirk?

Zhao Gao was indeed quite handsome. Although he was not young, he was well-maintained and looked much younger than his actual age.

If the Imperial Advisor really did take a liking to Zhao Gao...

Ying Zheng's gaze became even more subtle. He was even seriously considering whether to arrange for Zhao Gao to serve the Grand Preceptor tonight.

Qin Tian was stunned for a moment when he saw Ying Zheng's increasingly subtle expression, and then he suddenly realized what was going on.

No!

Brother Zheng, you don't actually think I like that old bastard Zhao Gao, do you?!

Qin Tian felt a chill run down his spine and up to the top of his head, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

He quickly shook his head, his tone urgent and resolute: "Brother Zheng, it's not what you think!"

Seeing Qin Tian's expression of avoiding him at all costs, Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as there are no special quirks, it's fine.

But then again, why did Zhao Gao have to dance?

"As you know, I am from the future," Qin Tian's tone returned to normal. "I understand what Zhao Gao did. I'll tell you later. I disliked him, so I made him dance to disgust him."

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

What were Zhao Gao's actions?

How can someone two thousand years from now understand Zhao Gao's actions?

This means that Zhao Gao did something in the future that even a cultivator who traveled from two thousand years in the future couldn't stand.

Ying Zheng's eyes turned dangerous.

Zhao Gao had followed him for over twenty years, and he believed he had a thorough understanding of the man's character.

But if Zhao Gao really did something that angered both heaven and man, then his understanding of him was probably not deep enough.

"As the Imperial Preceptor has arranged."

Ying Zheng nodded, his tone calm, but a glint of light flickered in his narrow eyes.