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

On his throne, Ying Zheng listened to Qin Tian's words, nodded slightly, and took over the conversation in a steady and powerful voice: "As the Grand Preceptor says. From now on, 'ten thousand years' will only mean longevity, not a specific number of years. Furthermore—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the assembled ministers, his tone carrying a hint of deliberate or unintentional "showing off."

"I have already been taught the method of immortality by the Imperial Preceptor. Ten thousand years is just the beginning; in the future, I may even live forever."

A loud "buzz" erupted in the hall.

Those ministers who were usually as composed as mountains and never showed their emotions could no longer hold back at this moment.

Some people opened their mouths wide, some stared wide-eyed, some almost dropped their ceremonial tablets, and some took a half-step forward only to retreat abruptly.

They looked at the emperor on the throne, his face ruddy and his bearing majestic, and then at the imperial advisor in the hall, his clothes white as snow and his face youthful. Their hearts were filled with turbulent emotions.

The method of achieving immortality.

Your Majesty has already obtained the secret to immortality.

What does this mean?

This means that His Majesty will not die, and the Qin Dynasty will not change dynasties. These people no longer need to worry about the purges and factionalism after the new emperor ascends the throne.

This also means that if the Imperial Preceptor can teach His Majesty the secret to immortality, then can he also teach them?

While the commotion in the main hall had not yet completely subsided, Qin Tian glanced at Ying Zheng and nodded slightly.

Ying Zheng understood immediately and raised his hand to signal the ministers to quiet down.

"Grand Preceptor," Ying Zheng's voice rang out in the hall, silencing the whispers, "tell all the ministers how vast the world is, how vast the universe is. Broaden their horizons."

Qin Tian turned around to face the assembled civil and military officials in the hall.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the drowsiness and fatigue he had just felt.

At this moment, he regained the clarity and composure that a preacher should possess.

He knew how shocking the things he was about to say would be to these people, and he also knew how important this information was to the future of the Qin Dynasty. He couldn't be careless.

"Ladies and gentlemen, has anyone here ever considered—how high is the sky?"

Qin Tian did not immediately begin talking about Earth and the universe.

He started with the most basic questions, like a match, first lighting the first flame, and then letting the flame spread on its own.

The ministers looked at each other, some whispering, "The sky is ninety thousand miles high," while others shook their heads, indicating they didn't know.

Qin Tian smiled and then began to speak.

It begins by explaining that the earth beneath our feet is round, then moves on to the sun, then to the sun carrying the eight planets through the Milky Way, then to the Milky Way containing 300 billion stars, and finally to the observable universe containing 2 trillion galaxies.

He didn't go into too much depth, he didn't talk about black holes and gravitational waves, he didn't talk about the Big Bang and dark matter, he only gave an outline, a framework, an outline that was enough for these ancient people from two thousand years ago to have a basic understanding of "how big the world really is".

Even so, this information was enough to leave everyone in the hall speechless.

Half an hour later, Qin Tian stopped narrating.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Those ministers who were once powerful and eloquent in the court were now all gaping, their minds blank.

The solar system.

Milky Way.

The observable universe.

They could understand each word individually, but the meaning of the words combined was completely beyond their comprehension.

They thought the world was the Qin Dynasty, and the sky was the dome covering the earth.

But the Imperial Advisor told them that the Great Qin was just a small part of the Earth, the Earth was just a planet in the solar system, the solar system was just a speck of dust in the Milky Way, and the Milky Way was just one two trillionth of the observable universe.

This information was so impactful to them that it took them a very long time to process it.

Ying Zheng sat on his throne, looking at the ministers in the hall who were so shocked they were speechless, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He was all too familiar with that expression, because he himself had that same expression on his face just two days ago.

It's not a bad thing for him to let them experience this feeling too.

Only those who truly know how insignificant they are will not become complacent and stagnant.

Ying Zheng waited a while, until the shock in the hall subsided slightly, before slowly speaking.

"You all already know how vast the universe is."

All eyes in the hall were on him.

"Precisely because the world is so vast, the current population of Great Qin is far from sufficient, and the people's health is too weak. For Great Qin to traverse the stars, it needs an endless population and an endless number of strong individuals."

Ying Zheng's voice became even more solemn, as if he were reading an edict concerning the future of countless generations.

"I have decided to establish the Qiyuan Hall."

A buzzing murmur filled the hall once again.

"Qiyuan Hall is headed by the Imperial Preceptor Qin Tian, ​​who is responsible for teaching the art of guiding Yuan energy to loyal individuals. From high-ranking officials in the court to soldiers in the army, from members of the imperial family to outstanding talents in the common people, anyone who passes the selection and examination can enter Qiyuan Hall to cultivate the method of longevity."

When Ying Zheng finished speaking, the hall fell silent for a moment.

Then, a whole group of people knelt down.

In the Qin Dynasty court, civil and military officials usually did not kneel or bow when they met the emperor; simply cupping their hands in a gesture of respect was considered a very serious courtesy.

But at this moment, no one cared about those rules anymore.

Li Si was the first to kneel down.

The elderly prime minister, now in his sixties, slammed his knees heavily onto the bluestone ground, his forehead touching the earth, his voice trembling slightly with emotion: "Your Majesty's blessings are boundless; may the Great Qin Dynasty endure forever!"

Then came the Grand Censor Feng Jie, followed by the Nine Ministers: the Minister of Justice, the Minister of Grain Supply, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the Minister of the Imperial Clan, the Director of the Imperial Household Department, the Minister of the Imperial Treasury, the Grand Master of the Palace, and the Commandant of the Palace Guard.

Then there were the officials of slightly lower rank standing at the back.

One after another, they knelt down, like wheat fields in autumn being blown by the wind, falling layer by layer, neatly covering the entire hall.

Their kneeling was out of heartfelt excitement and gratitude.

The method of achieving immortality: the technique of guiding vital energy.

If the Imperial Preceptor can teach His Majesty, it means he can also teach them.

Each of these ministers in the imperial court had their own unfulfilled ambitions, and each had people and things they wanted to protect.

If we could live for a few more years, decades, or centuries, we could do even more things and protect the people and things for even longer.

Most importantly, they no longer have to worry about everything going to waste after they die.

Living in this world, I can still see the flag of the Great Qin planted on the stars that the Grand Preceptor spoke of.

We can also see that the territory of the Qin Dynasty has expanded to the places mentioned by the Grand Preceptor.

You can also see the empire you helped build standing strong for thousands of years.

This kind of happiness is more precious than any high-ranking official position or generous salary.

Ying Zheng sat on his throne, looking down at the kneeling figures in the hall, his face as calm as still water.

But his heart was also beating slightly.

His gaze swept over the kneeling ministers and finally landed on Qin Tian.

Qin Tian stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by kneeling crowds. He stood there alone, dressed in white, his long hair flowing, and a calm and composed smile on his young face.

It's unclear who started the kneeling ministers.

Someone looked up and glanced at him furtively, with a hint of cautious anticipation.

Then the second person, the third person, and more and more people raised their heads and their eyes fell on Qin Tian.

Those eyes held awe, gratitude, expectation, and a burning, almost pleading longing.

They wanted to cultivate the Yuan Power Guidance Technique, to achieve immortality, and to have a long life like the Imperial Preceptor.

The longing in those eyes was so intense, so burning.

Qin Tian stood in the center of the hall, feeling the burning gazes coming from all directions.