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

The soldiers initially held Qin Tian in awe, even fear.

In their eyes, a person who can fly down from the sky is a god, a legendary being, and someone who cannot be offended.

They knelt before him, revered him, dared not look him in the eye, and dared not utter a single word to him.

But Qin Tian quickly broke down this barrier in his own way.

He lacked the arrogance of a superior person; when he spoke to his soldiers, his tone was as casual as if he were a neighbor chatting with someone from his hometown.

"What's your name?" Qin Tian asked a young armored soldier.

"Reporting to the Immortal, my name is Niu Ding." The armored soldier's voice was still trembling, but it was much better than before.

"Niu Ding?" Qin Tian repeated the name, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Yes, my surname is Niu, and I am the fourth child in my family. My parents named me Ding," Niu Ding explained, his voice gradually becoming calmer.

Seeing that this immortal didn't have that aloof and imposing air, he became a little bolder and secretly raised his head to glance at Qin Tian's face.

Niu Ding, Ding means fourth in birth order.

In the Qin Dynasty, the names of ordinary people were often like this, or some simple and straightforward words, such as "Gousheng" or "Tiedan".

It lacks the romantic and poetic language of literati, and it also lacks the refined names and courtesy names of later generations.

"Who else is in your family?" Qin Tian asked.

"Reporting to the immortal, I have a father, a mother, three older brothers, and one younger brother. The eldest brother is called Jia, the second brother is called Yi, the third brother is called Bing, I am called Ding, and the younger brother is called Wu."

Niu Ding rattled off the birth order of his entire family in one breath, then scratched his head sheepishly afterward.

Qin Tian almost burst out laughing.

Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu—goodness, this family has gathered the first five Heavenly Stems. If they have another child, will it be called Ji?

Qin Tian didn't laugh. This was the reality for ordinary people in this era, and there was nothing to laugh about.

The vast majority of ordinary people in the Qin Dynasty were illiterate, unable to read or write, and did not know how to choose elegant names.

A name is just a label, something that makes it easy to distinguish people.

A, B, C, D, E – simple and clear, much more practical than those messy names.

Moreover, people in the Qin Dynasty were generally precocious.

Niu Ding was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was already a formal soldier in the army. He wore armor, held a long spear, and marched and fought in the ranks just like an adult.

In this era, a man was considered an adult at fifteen, and could join the army, get married, and take on the full responsibility of a family.

Qin Tian then asked Niu Ding about some aspects of his life, such as his monthly military pay, the quality of his meals, whether he was married, how much land he farmed, and how good the harvest was.

Niu Ding answered each question in turn. When the topic turned to marriage, the young man blushed and lowered his head, saying that he didn't have a wife yet, but his parents were making arrangements for him. There was a girl in the next village who was two years younger than him, thirteen years old, and the two families were already discussing it.

Thirteen.

Qin Tian's eyelids twitched.

A thirteen-year-old girl—this is too cruel. In later generations, she would still be in junior high school, but here she's already getting married.

But he didn't say anything. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. This was the Qin Dynasty two thousand years ago, and it can't be measured by the standards of the 21st century.

He chatted with Niu Ding for a long time, asking him all sorts of questions, like a curious child exploring a whole new world.

Niu Ding was initially apprehensive, but later he discovered that this immortal was truly unpretentious, and his tone of voice became increasingly relaxed. He simply stood there chatting with Qin Tian, ​​like two farmers chatting on a field ridge.

Not far away, Meng Yi rode on his horse, watching this scene from afar, his expression quite subtle.

An immortal descended from the sky, squatted on the ground, and chatted with a fifteen-year-old armored soldier.

Ask people their names, how many people are in their family, whether they are married, and how much land they farm.

Meng Yi remained silent for a long time.

He thought of Xu Fu.

The alchemist who was treated as an honored guest by Qin Shi Huang always appeared in front of everyone with a flowing Taoist robe and an air of otherworldly elegance. He spoke in a mysterious and profound manner, never exchanging a word with ordinary people, let alone squatting down to chat with a soldier.

Xu Fu resembled an immortal.

But Xu Fu was a fake.

Qin Tian doesn't look like an immortal.

He is an immortal when he flies in the sky, he is an immortal when he breaks a tree with a wave of his sleeve, and he is an immortal when he heals His Majesty.

But when he squatted on the ground chatting with Niu Ding, he didn't look like an immortal, but like a human being.

But ironically, he was real.

Meng Yi suddenly understood.

Truly capable people don't need to pretend. They can simply be themselves.

While Qin Tian flew around in the procession, Ying Zheng was mostly in the carriage, but he would occasionally lean out of the window to glance at the white figure in the sky.

He watched Qin Tian fly from the front of the column to the back, and then back to the front. Sometimes he would land next to a hundred-man squad and squat down to talk to the soldiers. Sometimes he would fly too low and the hem of his clothes would brush against the head of a horse, startling the horse into neighing and rearing up. The rider would frantically try to calm the horse, while the culprit would fly away with a grin.

Ying Zheng's eyes were filled with envy; he was genuinely envious.

I envy Qin Tian's free, unrestrained, and light-as-the-wind state.

Qin Tian could fly whenever he wanted, land whenever he wanted, talk to whomever he wanted, laugh whenever he wanted, and not laugh whenever he wanted.

He didn't need to read anyone's face, weigh the pros and cons, try to guess the emperor's intentions, or tremble with fear and walk on thin ice before the emperor.

Because he is an immortal, he is a cultivator.

But whatever he is, nothing in this world can bind him.

Ying Zheng leaned against the carriage window and sighed softly.

He was the emperor, the most honorable person in the world, but he had never been as free as Qin Tian.

He was always accompanied by a guard of three thousand armored soldiers wherever he went, ate the best food, wore the best clothes, and lived in the best palace, but he never did as freely as Qin Tian.

His every move is watched by countless eyes, every word he says can be interpreted in more than a dozen ways, and every decision he makes is related to the life and death of millions of people.

He can't just talk to whoever he wants. If he were to squat down and chat with a soldier like Qin Tian did, that soldier might faint on the spot.

As Ying Zheng gazed at the white figure in the sky, he suddenly felt that this young man who had traveled from two thousand years in the future, although he was already forty-two years old, looked like a child.

A child who has received a new and exciting toy.

A child full of curiosity about the world.

A child whose edges have not yet been worn down by worldly rules and regulations.

Qin Tian could also be considered a child. In his previous life, he was a recent college graduate. Twenty-two years of life experience is neither a lot nor a little.