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

After the introduction of the nine realms of Yuanli Guiding Technique, the hall was quiet for a moment.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, suppressing the burning flame in his chest.

"Grand Preceptor," Ying Zheng's voice regained its imperial composure, "how shall I begin?"

Qin Tian did not answer, but walked to the open area in the center of the hall and tapped the ground with his toe.

"Brother Zheng, sit here."

Ying Zheng did not hesitate. He stood up from his throne, walked down the steps, and sat cross-legged in the spot designated by Qin Tian.

He sat very upright, his hands resting naturally on his knees, his whole being like a solidified mountain.

Qin Tian nodded inwardly as he looked at Ying Zheng's posture.

This ancestor's understanding and mindset were indeed far beyond that of ordinary people.

Faced with such a momentous matter as immortality, he did not fret about gains or losses, but simply sat down and waited for further instructions.

Qin Tian went around to Ying Zheng's back and sat down cross-legged with him.

His breathing became even and long, and the Yuan energy within his body began to circulate slowly.

Then, he raised his right hand and gently placed his palm on Ying Zheng's back.

"Brother Zheng, I will now use my Yuan energy to circulate within your body. Don't think about anything, don't do anything, just feel it. Feel every path that energy travels through your body, feel the sensation as it stops at each acupoint. Remember it, just like you remember every road you've walked and every person you've met."

Ying Zheng closed his eyes.

Qin Tian's Yuan Power surged from his palm and gently seeped into Ying Zheng's body.

The force moved slowly and steadily, like carving a path through a wilderness that no one had ever walked before, proceeding cautiously with every step.

The Yuan energy first enters through the Du meridian on Ying Zheng's back, starting from the coccyx acupoint and slowly ascending along the spine.

Passing through Mingmen, Xuanshu, Jizhong, Zhongshu, Jinsuo, Zhiyang, Lingtai, Shendao, Shenzhu, and Taodao, it ascends all the way to Dazhui.

Ying Zheng's brow twitched slightly.

He sensed it.

A warm current, like a thin, warm thread, started from his lower back and gradually climbed up his spine.

The temperature was just right, like the warm afternoon sun in spring shining on your back, comforting and indescribably pleasant.

This is the power of the element.

This is what the Imperial Advisor meant by the fundamental power that sustains the universe and the survival of all things.

Ying Zheng focused all his attention on the warm airflow, feeling every path it took through his body and the subtle sensations it made as it stopped at each acupoint.

He was like someone groping in the dark, making sure he could see and remember the path clearly with every step he took.

Yuanli (vital energy) branches off from Dazhui (GV14), travels down along the meridians on both sides, passes through Jianjing (GB21), Quyuan (GB20), and Tianzong (SI11), circles the scapula, and then returns from the front of the body to join the Ren meridian.

Then it descends along the Ren meridian, passing through Tian Tu, Xuan Ji, Hua Gai, Zi Gong, Yu Tang, Tan Zhong, Zhong Ting, Jiu Wei, Ju Que, Shang Wan, Zhong Wan, Jian Li, Xia Wan, Shui Fen, Shen Que, Qi Hai, Shi Men, Guan Yuan, Zhong Ji, all the way to Qu Gu.

One week.

Ying Zheng's breathing became even deeper.

He could feel the warm current drawing a complete circle in his body, coming up from his back and going down from the front, connecting end to end, circulating endlessly.

The feeling was wonderful, like a long-dormant river being awakened within his body.

Qin Tian's Yuan Power did not stop.

The first week has just ended, and the second week has already begun.

Same route, same pace, neither hurried nor slow, steady and steady.

Ying Zheng's perception was much clearer than the first time.

He could not only feel the Yuan energy flowing in the major meridians, but he could even feel it spreading in the smaller, branching meridians.

Like a big tree, it not only has a thick trunk, but also countless small branches and roots, connecting the whole body into an inseparable whole.

After the second cycle is completed, the third cycle begins immediately.

Half an hour has passed.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Qin Tian's forehead, but his breathing remained steady, and his palm remained firmly pressed against Ying Zheng's back without moving at all.

It took him more effort to circulate his own energy through another person's body than he had anticipated.

Although Ying Zheng's body was cured, his meridians had been in a state of stagnation and atrophy for a long time, just like a riverbed that had been dry for many years. When water was first introduced, the flow of water would always encounter various obstacles.

Fortunately, the most difficult phase is over.

After three cycles of circulation, the most basic circulation pathways in Ying Zheng's body had been opened.

Although these paths are still fragile and narrow, like newly carved sheep trails, at least they are passable.

If the road is open, there is hope; if the road is open, we can walk on it.

Qin Tian slowly withdrew his hand and stood up.

"Brother Zheng, now try it yourself. Follow the route I just showed you, and use your mind to guide the existing, weak Yuan energy in your body to move and complete a full cycle."

Ying Zheng closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

He started to try.

It was difficult at first.

He could sense the faint, scattered elemental energy within his body, but they were like small puddles scattered in different places, unconnected to each other and without a unified direction.

He tried to capture, guide, and gather them with his mind, but those elemental forces were like naughty children, hiding and dodging, and simply wouldn't listen to his commands.

Ying Zheng frowned slightly.

He did not give up.

He was Ying Zheng, the one who ascended the throne at the age of thirteen, established himself amidst powerful ministers, swept across six states in ten years, and built an unprecedented unified empire before the world.

He has never given up on anything he wanted to do in his life—not before, not now, and not in the future.

He continued to try.

Thoughts flowed like water, over and over again across those scattered puddles.

If once doesn't work, try twice; if twice doesn't work, try three times.

His will was like a pair of gentle yet firm hands, gathering the scattered elemental energy little by little and guiding it onto the right path.

Finally, the elemental energy began to move.

At first, it was very slow, so slow that you could barely feel their movement.

But it was definitely moving. Like a thin stream of water finally appearing in a long-dried-up riverbed.

The flow of water was very small, almost negligible, but it was indeed flowing.

Ying Zheng's lips curved slightly.

He continued to guide.

The faint stream of water followed the path taken by Qin Tian's Yuan Power, slowly and laboriously completing its first cycle.

It took a very, very long time, a very, very long journey, but it came to an end.

Ying Zheng opened his eyes.

That feeling was even better than when he destroyed the first country, when he ascended the throne, or when he completed the unification of China.

Those things were his conquest of the world.

What happened today was his conquest of his own body.