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

three days later.

The area in front of Qin Tian's mansion was bustling with activity.

Early in the morning, all kinds of carriages were parked at the gate, stretching from the gate all the way to the alley entrance.

People were coming and going in and out of the gatehouse, announcing things. The courtyard was full of people, in long robes and short jackets, civil and military officials, veterans and rising stars, almost all the civil and military officials of the Qin Dynasty in Xianyang were gathered together.

Ying Zheng and Ying Yinman had already arrived.

Standing on the steps in front of the main hall, Qin Tian looked at the throng of people and felt as if he had returned to an industry conference in a future era.

Meng Yi stood beside him and introduced them to him one by one.

"Imperial Preceptor, this is General Wang Jian, Marquis of Wucheng."

Qin Tian followed his gaze and saw a tall, resolute-looking old man.

Although his hair and beard were all white, his back was still as straight as a pine tree, his eyes were sharp, and he had an aura of authority that he commanded without anger.

He was Wang Jian, the veteran general who made outstanding contributions in the war to destroy the six states but knew when to retire gracefully, and whose prestige in the Qin army was second only to Ying Zheng.

Qin Tian cupped his hands and bowed respectfully: "General Wang, I have long admired your name."

Wang Jian quickly stepped aside and returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "You are too kind, Grand Preceptor. I am but a humble warrior; how could I possibly deserve such a generous welcome from you?"

His tone was humble, but the burning light in his eyes could not hide his inner excitement.

He is over seventy years old this year, which is considered a long life in this era. He knows that his days are numbered and was originally content to retire at home and enjoy his grandchildren.

I never imagined that in my old age I would encounter an immortal descending to earth and have the chance to live forever.

He never dared to dream of such an opportunity.

"This is General Wang Ben, the Marquis of Tongwu." Meng Yi pointed to another middle-aged man next to Wang Jian, who was Wang Jian's son, Wang Ben.

He resembled his father in some ways, but was younger, with a sharpness and shrewdness in his eyes that was unique to scions of military families.

Qin Tian bowed in greeting, and Wang Ben returned the greeting with equal solemnity.

"This is General Meng Wu, my father." Meng Yi's tone became more solemn as he turned to point to an elderly man standing at the front.

His face was seven or eight parts similar to Meng Yi's, but he was older and had thick calluses on his hands, making him look like an old general who had spent many years drawing a bow and wielding a sword.

He was the father of Meng Tian and Meng Yi, a veteran general of the Qin Dynasty, who spent his life on the battlefield and made great contributions to the Qin Dynasty.

Qin Tian bowed respectfully and said solemnly, "General Meng, you have nurtured two pillars of the nation, Meng Tian and Meng Yi. It is a blessing for the Qin Dynasty to have a veteran like you."

Meng Wu was flattered and quickly bowed in return, repeatedly saying that he didn't deserve it, but the eagerness and excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.

"This is Neishi Teng," Meng Yi said, pointing to a middle-aged man with a thin face.

"This is Feng Wuzhe."

"This is Zhao Hai."

"This is Cheng."

"This is Prime Minister Li Si; the Imperial Advisor already knows him."

"This is Feng Quji, the Right Chancellor."

"This is Wei Liao."

Qin Tian's gaze sharpened slightly when he heard the name.

Wei Liao was the Grand Commandant of the Qin Dynasty, responsible for the military planning and strategic layout of the entire empire. He was a founding hero alongside Li Si, Wang Jian, and others.

He retired early and did not concern himself with politics, leaving little trace in historical records.

But everyone familiar with that period of history knows that without Wei Liao's military strategy, the Qin Dynasty's path to unification would not have been so smooth.

He hasn't appeared in public for many years, and he came here today specifically to ask for an opportunity.

Wei Liao was older than Wang Jian. He was thin and had an old face, but his eyes were still bright and clear, revealing a sharp insight that seemed to see through the years and understand the ways of the world.

He tremblingly bowed to Qin Tian, ​​saying, "This old man is Wei Liao, greetings to the Imperial Preceptor."

Qin Tian quickly stepped forward and took his arm, his tone earnest: "Mr. Wei Liao, you are the Grand Commandant, a meritorious official of the Great Qin Dynasty, there's no need for such formalities."

His gaze slowly swept over those faces.

Each of these people corresponds to a certain name deep in his memory, a name that once belonged to textbooks or historical records.

Some of these names come from scattered records in historical books, while others come from the merits, demerits, and legends that have been repeatedly studied and commented on by later generations.

At this moment, those names came to life with voices, faces, and a living warmth and breath. They stood before him, gazing at him with the same fervent eyes.

They were all meritorious officials of the Qin Dynasty, people who made great contributions to the unification of Qin.

Without them, there would be no Qin Dynasty as we know it today, no foundation for civilization that standardized writing, cart tracks, and weights and measures, and no unified, great civilization that has lasted for two thousand years.

He bowed deeply to the civil and military officials who filled the courtyard.

"Gentlemen, the Qin Dynasty owes its current prosperity to your contributions and hard work. I, Qin Tian, ​​have the utmost respect for you."

A moment of silence fell over the courtyard. No one had expected the Imperial Preceptor to bow so deeply to them.

Qin Tian straightened up and said nothing more.

He clapped his hands to signal everyone to quiet down, and then began to implant the cultivation technique into each person one by one.

A ball of Yuan energy surged from his palm, fluttering like butterflies, and accurately landed in the depths of everyone's consciousness.

Wang Jian's body trembled slightly, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

Meng Wu's brows relaxed, and a relieved smile curved his lips.

Wei Liao's breathing became long and even, and his thin body seemed to be revitalized at that moment.

The cultivation techniques of the Yuan Tu realm were completely engraved into everyone's minds.

Qin Tian also took special care of some of them.

He used his Yuan energy to circulate through the bodies of Wang Jian, Meng Wu, Wei Liao, and several other older ministers, nourishing their bodies.

These people are all too old, and their physical functions have declined to almost their limit. Without the nourishment of Yuan energy, even if they were given cultivation techniques, it would be difficult for them to complete the initial perception and guidance on their own.

After receiving special care, their complexions became noticeably rosier, their backs straightened, and their previously cloudy eyes became clearer.

Young military generals such as Meng Yi and Wang Ben received the same treatment.

Qin Tian was very familiar with their names and knew that they would play an important role in the future great cause, so he did not hesitate to spend a little bit of his Yuan energy.

As for the other civil and military officials, those whose names he couldn't recall, those who had faded into obscurity throughout history, he implanted cultivation techniques into them, but did not provide them with any additional physical nourishment.

Firstly, because his energy was limited and he couldn't take care of everyone. Secondly, as he had told Ying Zheng, the path of cultivation ultimately had to be walked by oneself; others could only help temporarily, not permanently.

After the cultivation technique was implanted, Wang Jian slowly opened his eyes and gently moved his arms.

He could feel that his body was different from before. His shoulders were no longer so heavy, and his wrists, which had been a little stiff just now, were much more flexible, as if they had been soaked in hot spring water.

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and bowed deeply to Qin Tian: "I, Wang Jian, will never forget the great kindness of the Imperial Preceptor."

Meng Wu's eyes were moist.

He had just clearly felt that warm energy flowing through his body, soothing all the sore, stiff, and dull areas it passed through, like withered trees coming back to life and old trees sprouting new buds.

He turned to look at his son, Meng Yi, who was standing beside him, his eyes red with emotion.

Wang Ben and Meng Yi stepped forward together and kowtowed three times to Qin Tian. The sound of their foreheads hitting the bluestone ground was crisp and loud.

Meng Yi's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement: "I will never forget the great kindness of the Imperial Preceptor."

Wang Ben quickly followed up, saying, "Wang Ben kowtows in gratitude to the Imperial Preceptor!"

Qin Tian quickly helped them up: "Don't kowtow anymore, you've hurt your heads. Your good deeds are the greatest reward you can give me."

After the cultivation techniques of all the civil and military officials were implanted, everyone in the courtyard bowed deeply in the direction of Qin Tian and Ying Zheng.

Then they began to say goodbye one by one, hurriedly leaving the mansion, getting into their carriages, and rushing home, eager to begin cultivating this Yuan Power Guiding Technique.

Wei Liao was the one who left the fastest. His thin figure flashed in front of the carriage and he slipped inside, not even bothering to lift the curtain properly.

The courtyard quickly quieted down.

After everyone had left, Ying Zheng stayed a little longer to have a brief conversation with Qin Tian about the follow-up arrangements for Qiyuan Palace before getting up and leaving as well.

Before leaving, he glanced at his daughter, Ying Yinman, who was standing quietly under the eaves, waiting.

He didn't say much, he just nodded slightly.

After Ying Zheng left, Qin Tian looked at Ying Yinman standing under the corridor, reached out and waved, as if calling a friend he had known for many years.

"Yin Man, come with me to the room. I'll use my Yuan energy to properly nourish your body."

Ying Yinman's face flushed slightly. She lowered her eyes, responded softly, and then followed him into the room.