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

Qin Tian's eyelids twitched slightly. He had lived in the mountains for twenty years and had never seen a single person.

Ying Zheng has now assigned him over a hundred servants, plus eight maids and four guards.

Our ancestors were incredibly generous.

Passing through the screen wall, walking through the front yard, and going around the main hall, we arrived at the spacious courtyard in front of the main hall.

The courtyard was filled with people, standing in neat rows, completely silent, even their breathing was deliberately suppressed to a minimum.

There were four guards at the front.

They were burly, with broad shoulders and thick backs, all over 1.8 meters tall, their wide shoulders filling out their armor.

He wore a bronze longsword at his waist, with dark silk ribbons tied into an intricate knot around the hilt.

Their faces were square and resolute, their eyes were firm, and they were clearly elite soldiers who had been fighting in the military for many years.

They looked to be in their twenties or thirties, but their years of experience in the military far surpassed that of their peers.

Behind the four guards were eight maids.

They stood in the second row behind the guards, their heads bowed and their hands folded in front of them, their posture dignified and gentle.

They looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, the prime of life for women in the Qin Dynasty. They had beautiful faces, fair skin, and their hair was neatly styled.

Eight people, eight different styles, the only thing they have in common is that they all look beautiful when they stand there without saying a word.

More than a hundred servants stood at the very back, densely packed, filling the back half of the courtyard.

They were dressed in uniform gray cloth clothes with coarse cloth belts tied around their waists. They had simple faces and varied heights and builds.

At this moment, everyone lowered their heads, even their breathing was careful, for fear of making any sound that should not be made.

Meng Yi stood beside Qin Tian, ​​turned slightly to the side, and extended his right hand toward the others.

"Grand Preceptor, from this day forward, these people will be members of your household. How you arrange or assign them to tasks is entirely up to you."

Qin Tian stood in the center of the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the four guards, then over the eight maids, and finally over the hundred or so servants.

He silently said to himself, "From this day forward, I have a home in this world."

A guard stepped forward from the ranks, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist, and said in a loud and powerful voice: "We, the four of us, are here by His Majesty's order to serve the Grand Preceptor. We will obey any orders from the Grand Preceptor, even at the cost of our lives."

His voice carried the crispness and efficiency of a soldier.

Behind him, three other guards knelt down on one knee in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Three pairs of eyes looked at Qin Tian from different angles, all with the same determination, the same eagerness, and the same excitement.

They are the elite among physicians, the best of the best.

Being chosen to serve the Imperial Preceptor was an immense honor for them, a great event that brought glory to their ancestors, a blessing that even the auspicious smoke rising from their ancestral graves could not obtain.

Who is the Imperial Advisor?

The Imperial Advisor is an immortal, a being who descended from the heavens and can take His Majesty to the highest heavens.

Following such an immortal is something many people dream of.

Qin Tian's gaze fell on the four guards, examining them carefully from left to right and from right to left.

All four men had good appearances: upright, resolute, and without the murky and cunning look that comes with years of experience in the power arena.

They are pure soldiers, possessing the iron-willed spirit honed in the military camp—simple and loyal.

"What are your names?" Qin Tian asked.

The guard kneeling at the front raised his head and answered in a loud voice, "Reporting to the Grand Preceptor, my name is Maisheng."

The guard on his right immediately followed up, saying, "This humble general's name is Qiu Gen."

The one on the left said, "My name is Chai Wang."

The last one said, "My name is Hangtu."

Qin Tian fell silent.

Maigen, Qiusheng, Chaiwang, and rammed earth—these names perfectly fit the style of the Qin Dynasty. Qin Tian's lips twitched slightly.

He suppressed a laugh.

These names represent the most authentic, simple, and original aspects of the Qin Dynasty.

They have not been embellished or carved by any literati, nor bound by any etiquette or rules. They are living names that grow out of the soil, carrying the breath of the fields.

Qin Tian took a deep breath, suppressing his smile, and his expression returned to calm.

He looked at the four guards kneeling before him, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.

"Let me give you names."

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

The four guards simultaneously raised their heads, staring wide-eyed at Qin Tian, ​​their expressions shifting from respect to shock.

The Imperial Preceptor will bestow names upon them.

The immortal bestowed the name upon him.

What an honor!

The four guards almost simultaneously dropped to the ground, their foreheads slamming heavily against the bluestone floor with a dull thud.

"Thank you, Imperial Preceptor!"

Looking at the four burly figures lying on the ground, Qin Tian felt a surge of inexplicable tenderness in his heart.

This reflects their deep understanding of the weight that the word "name" carries in their hearts.

These are more like code names than names.

A code name that is convenient for others to use and for the government to register.

They have never had a name of their own in their entire lives that allows them to stand tall and say, "My name is so-and-so."

Qin Tian thought about it for a moment.

He looked at the guard kneeling on the far left, a burly man with a square face and a steady, mountain-like gaze.

He spoke the least, moved the most steadily, and had the deepest gaze.

"Your name is Ye Fan. Ye means leaf, and Fan means sail. May your life grow like a leaf, from tender bud to emerald green, from emerald green to golden yellow, experiencing all four seasons without withering, ever-renewing; may your life sail like a sailboat, riding the wind and waves, crossing the vast ocean, to those places where the banners of the Great Qin are planted, which you need to protect with your whole life."

The guard's body trembled slightly.

He slammed his forehead heavily against the bluestone ground three times, each time making a solid impact.

"Ye Fan... Thank you, Imperial Preceptor, for bestowing this name upon me! Ye Fan is determined to serve the Imperial Preceptor and the Great Qin Dynasty to the death!"

Qin Tian nodded and shifted his gaze to the second guard.

This guard was a bit younger than Ye Fan, and his eyes still held a sharp edge that hadn't been dulled by time.

His eyes were bright, like a sword drawn from its sheath, and he looked at people with an undisguised fervor.

"Your name is Shi Hao. Shi as in stone, Hao as in vastness. May your will be as firm as stone, unbreakable by wind or rain, and remain true to your nature through trials and tribulations; may your heart be as vast as the sea, encompassing the immensity of heaven and earth, and holding the brilliance of the stars."

Shi Hao's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He just kept kowtowing, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, his forehead hitting the bluestone ground until it turned red and purple, and blood seeped out, but he didn't stop.

Qin Tian reached out and gently pressed down on his shoulder.

Shi Hao's body stiffened abruptly, and his eyes reddened.

Qin Tian shifted his gaze to the third guard.

This guard appeared to be the youngest of the four, with a hint of childishness still lingering between his brows.

But he was no shorter than the other three, and was even half a head taller than Shi Hao.

His eyes were clean and clear.

"Your name is Xiao Yan. Xiao means bleak, and Yan means rock. May your heart be like the pine and cypress that stand tall even in the bleak autumn wind, with resilience hidden in coldness and strength contained in solitude; may your foundation be as solid as a rock, standing firm no matter how great the storm, becoming the most reliable support by my side."

Tears welled up in Xiao Yan's eyes, rolled down his young cheeks, dripped onto his clenched fists, and dripped onto the blue stone slab in front of his knees.

Qin Tian shifted his gaze to the last guard.

"Your name is Lin Dong. Lin as in forest, Dong as in east. May your life be as lush as a forest, with roots, branches, leaves, and your own piece of sky; may your life be as full of hope as the east, with every day a new beginning and every moment moving towards the light."

Lin Dong slowly raised his head.

It was a face etched with the marks of time and hardship.

He looked older than the other three, with fine lines around his eyes and a few gray hairs at his temples.

"Lin Dong." He repeated the name softly, then smiled.

That smile wasn't nice; in fact, it could be described as ugly.

But that was the most sincere and pure smile Qin Tian had ever seen.

The four guards stood up.

Ye Fan, Shi Hao, Xiao Yan, Lin Dong.

Their backs were straighter than before.

From today onwards, they have names.

Moreover, the names were personally bestowed upon them by the Imperial Preceptor.