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

Ying Zheng imagined many different kinds of people who would overthrow the Qin Dynasty.

Xiang Yan's descendants were at least from a prestigious family, with a strong family tradition of learning, military talent, and the ability to command a large following.

He couldn't accept that such a person could destroy Qin, but at least he could understand it.

But Liu Bang?

A village head?

A village head, whose name is not even proper, "Liu Ji".

What is "Ji"? Ji means the youngest. Liu Ji means the third son of the Liu family, who doesn't even have a proper name.

The person who is now teasing dogs and harassing widows will be the gravedigger of his Great Qin Dynasty in the future, and will become the founding emperor of the next unified dynasty.

What an absurd thing this is.

It was so absurd that he didn't even want to be angry.

He, Ying Zheng, swept across the six kingdoms and unified the world, establishing an unprecedented great achievement. He thought that the country he had personally built would last for ten thousand generations, but in less than fifteen years, it was taken away by a village head.

A village head without even a name?

Ying Zheng took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

His expression slowly changed from absurd to a detached composure.

So be it.

I am still alive.

As long as I live, this world belongs to me.

As long as I live, I will not allow those petty villains any opportunity to take advantage of me.

Liu Bang? A mere pavilion chief in Sishui, still teasing dogs and harassing widows.

In my eyes, such a person is not even as good as an ant.

If I were to be wary of even people like this, I might as well not be emperor.

Ying Zheng leaned against the carriage wall and closed his eyes slightly.

His expression had completely calmed down; all the anger, shock, absurdity, and speechlessness had vanished from his angular face, leaving only a deep tranquility.

He suddenly remembered something.

"Grand Preceptor," he opened his eyes, his voice carrying a subtle curiosity, "the way you spoke of these things just now was as if you were flipping through an interesting book. What about calling a deer a horse, what about Xiang Yu burying two hundred thousand people alive, what about Liu Bang teasing a dog and flirting with a widow? You spoke of it all with great relish."

Qin Tian's lips curved slightly.

"Brother Zheng, these are all things that have already happened. I'm telling you this so you know who you can use and who you can't, what you should do and what you shouldn't do. I'm not telling you to get angry."

"Besides—" Qin Tian's tone suddenly became relaxed, "What you heard today is that Zhao Gao hasn't altered the imperial edict yet, Hu Hai hasn't killed his brothers and sisters, Zhang Han hasn't led his convict army into battle, and Liu Bang is still playing with his dog by the Si River. None of this has happened yet, so don't worry."

Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly.

"I am not worried, I am thinking. You say you are not an immortal, but just a cultivator. But I see that you are knowledgeable about the past and present, and you speak with ease and composure. You talk and laugh while pointing out the flaws in the world and making your own decisions. You are much more interesting than those sorcerers who pretend to be profound."

Qin Tian raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Is Brother Zheng praising me?"

Ying Zheng did not answer, but simply chuckled softly again.

The atmosphere inside the carriage completely relaxed at that moment.

The heavy, oppressive, and suffocating atmosphere of the past is gone forever.

Instead, there is a sense of relaxation, like two old friends basking in the afternoon sun in a small courtyard, chatting casually.

Ying Zheng had never felt so good.

His body was healed, and the feeling that his time was coming to an end completely disappeared.

Nothing has happened yet, and everything can change.

He still has plenty of time.

Immortality.

These four words were once just a vague and illusory dream, the unrealistic promises made by Xu Fu, and the mirage he could never reach despite spending countless resources.

He has searched his whole life for the elixir of immortality, and now he has finally found it.

She sat right across from him, cross-legged, in a casual posture as if she were on her own kang (heated brick bed).

"Brother Zheng," Qin Tian suddenly spoke up, "Let's not talk about these unhappy things anymore. The destruction of countries, usurpation, rebellion, massacres—it's all so heavy. Let's talk about something lighter, something happy."

Looking into Qin Tian's bright, sparkling eyes, Ying Zheng suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

A reclusive master who can fly through the air, break trees with a wave of his hand, cure terminal illnesses, and know everything about the past and present looks more like a boy who can't wait to unwrap a gift.

"What's making you happy?" Ying Zheng asked.

Qin Tian's lips slowly parted into a meaningful smile, a smile that carried a hint of cunning, a hint of mischief, and a hint of unfamiliar closeness that Ying Zheng found strange.

"Brother Zheng, when we get back to Xianyang, you'll have to arrange some maids for me."

As he spoke, he blinked.

The blinking motion was extremely fast, yet incredibly natural, without the slightest hint of deliberate effort.

Ying Zheng stared at the blinking eye, completely stunned.

At that moment, his brain experienced an extremely rare malfunction.

Arrange for maids?

Looking at the young man in white robes, with an otherworldly air, and then at the mischievous smile on his lips, Ying Zheng suddenly felt his mind go blank.

A hermit, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns, was asking him for a maidservant from inside his carriage.

What kind of development is this?

And what does that blinking mean?

It was an unspoken hint between men, a knowing look, a secret code between street thugs before heading to a brothel.

Imperial Preceptor, have you forgotten that you are an immortal?

Ying Zheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

His expression changed in an extremely subtle way.

Ok.

You are not an immortal, you are a cultivator.

Cultivators are also human beings, and humans have seven emotions and six desires. These emotions and desires need to be resolved, and to resolve them…

Ying Zheng took a deep breath and nipped the idea in the bud.

"I understand. I will make arrangements upon returning to Xianyang."

He was an emperor, and he had seen all sorts of situations. Although he had never seen a scene where an immortal wanted a maidservant, Ying Zheng's adaptability far exceeded the imagination of most people.

"Thank you, Brother Zheng." Qin Tian's smile became even brighter, a smile that carried a sense of relief that he no longer had to solve problems on his own, making Ying Zheng's eyelids twitch.

But it's not over yet.

Qin Tian seemed to have thought of something, the corners of his mouth widened even more, and his eyes darted around.

"Brother Zheng, I heard you have a daughter named Ying Yinman."

Ying Zheng's eyelid twitched again, this time more violently than before.

"I heard she's eighteen now."

Ying Zheng's eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Look at me—"

Qin Tian spread his hands, straightened his robes, straightened his back, and revealed what he considered to be an extremely sincere, extremely sunny, and extremely charming smile.

"I'm 1.86 meters tall, not bad-looking, have achieved success in cultivation, and possess both ability and good looks. Where in this world can you find someone with my qualifications?"

"Brother Zheng, will you consider it?"

A long silence fell inside the carriage.

Ying Zheng looked at the smiling young man in front of him, his expression changing from shock to bewilderment, from bewilderment to absurdity, and from absurdity to a complex feeling that could be described as "I don't know what kind of expression to use to face you."

He opened his mouth.

He opened his mouth again.

Finally, this emperor who swept across the land and unified the world uttered his last words that morning in a voice that was almost clenched through gritted teeth.

"Imperial Preceptor, I suddenly realize that I shouldn't have been in the same carriage with you just now."

After saying that, he abruptly turned his head and looked out the window at the golden fields, no longer looking at Qin Tian's face.