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

For the next month, the entire city of Xianyang was enveloped in a vibrant atmosphere of cultivation.

After returning from Qin Tian's residence, all the civil and military officials seemed to be possessed.

Wang Jian locked himself in his study and didn't go out for three days. He even had to have his meals brought to the door by his family members, who would knock on the door before he would accept them.

Wang Ben went even further, setting up a makeshift bed in the courtyard and sitting cross-legged for a whole day and night, frightening the servants in the mansion into thinking that the general was possessed by an evil spirit.

Meng Yi attended court during the day to handle official business and returned home at night to cultivate in seclusion. He only slept for two hours a day, yet his energy was better than when he slept for six hours before.

Wei Liao, that old man, is the most hardworking. Even though he's in his seventies or eighties, he gets up before dawn every day to meditate, and he doesn't even have time for breakfast.

Even the morning court session has changed.

In the past, the grand court assembly would begin at dawn and not disperse until halfway through the morning.

Ying Zheng liked to listen to reports from all sides, discuss national policies, and handle government affairs in court meetings, which would last for more than an hour, and occasionally even until noon when there were important matters.

But now, Ying Zheng is more anxious than anyone else.

The first thing he did every day after attending court was to check if there were any urgent military situations or major disasters to deal with. If not, he would hand over the government affairs in a few words and then announce the end of court.

From entering the hall to leaving, it took less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. It was so fast that the ministers who had prepared a lot of reports were caught off guard, and even an old fox like Li Si felt a little dazed.

But no one complained.

Everyone understood, and everyone tacitly agreed.

His Majesty was eager to return to cultivation, and so were they. Everyone shared the same thoughts and goals, and no one wanted to hold anyone back.

The scenes of endless debates and heated arguments that used to take place in the imperial court have almost disappeared in the past month.

Any problems can be resolved by meeting privately. If they can't be resolved, there's no rush. Everyone has plenty of time, so why waste time arguing over a short-term victory in the court?

Ying Zheng's condition was also changing rapidly.

A month ago, his complexion was still somewhat pale, but now it is as rosy as that of a thirty-year-old man.

He walks with a powerful stride, his eyes are sharp as an eagle, and his regal bearing only grows stronger with every gesture, exuding a fullness and vigor that comes from his very bones.

He insists on circulating his energy for three hours every day, rain or shine, without fail.

His vital energy grew stronger day by day, his meridians became clearer and clearer, and he could clearly feel his strength increasing day by day, and his body becoming younger and more energetic day by day.

Qin Tian spent the most time on the second task: teaching Ying Zheng's guards and personal guards the art of guiding Yuan energy.

The Imperial Guard numbered nearly a thousand, the Imperial Guard Commandant twenty thousand, and the Lieutenant Commandant eighty thousand.

These three armies were Qin Shi Huang's core armed forces, and also the most elite, loyal, and reliable military forces of the Qin Empire.

The imperial guards were the emperor's personal bodyguards, protecting the palace and the imperial carriage day and night. The selection process was extremely rigorous, with each guard being one of the best chosen from hundreds.

The Imperial Guard was responsible for the palace's security and the city gates' safety. Twenty thousand men guarded the palace day and night, making it as impregnable as an iron barrel.

The lieutenant was the garrison commander of Xianyang City, responsible for the defense of the entire capital region. With an organization of 80,000 men, they were equipped with the finest armor and weapons, and their combat strength was among the best in the entire Qin army.

These three forces, totaling nearly 100,000 men, were Ying Zheng's most trusted armed forces, his last trump card and backup.

Qin Tian's intention to pass on the Yuan Power Guiding Technique to them means that he is handing over the key to immortality and cultivation to these 100,000 people.

The method remains the resource package model.

It's impossible for Qin Tian to teach nearly 100,000 people one by one; that would be too inefficient.

He spent three days repeatedly adjusting and refining the Yuan energy within his body through rest and recovery.

The cultivation techniques of the Yuan Tu realm were compressed into standardized resource packages, and then these resource packages were implanted in batches and systematically into the consciousness of every soldier in these three units.

Lang Wei, with a thousand men, completed the task in half a day.

The Imperial Guard, with 20,000 men, took only one day.

Eighty thousand men under the lieutenant's command took three days.

More than 100,000 soldiers, from generals to ordinary soldiers, from young recruits to veterans who have served for many years, have all acquired a new cultivation method deep in their consciousness.

They sensed the existence of Yuan energy and began to try to guide it into their bodies and circulate it throughout their bodies. Although most of them could not do it as smoothly as Ying Zheng, they had already made a good start.

After Qin Tian finished this task, he was so exhausted that he lay on a bamboo chair for most of the day. He could only manage to eat a few bites of food when the maids brought it to his mouth.

But he was happy inside.

He lay on the bamboo chair, gazing at the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves overhead, and a scene came to mind.

A few years later, at least half of these 100,000 people broke through to the Yuan Disciple realm.

By then, each of them will be incredibly strong and live for over a thousand years. Any one of them could easily defeat Xiang Yu, who was known as "the bravest and most valiant man in history."

Imagine a hundred thousand people, ten times stronger than Xiang Yu, standing together – the thought alone is enough to stir one's heart.

However, Xiang Yu probably won't have the chance to raise an army.

Ying Zheng is still alive, and all the civil and military officials are still around. Moreover, they have all cultivated the Yuan Power Guiding Technique, and they are all rapidly becoming stronger.

Even if the remnants of the six states stretched their necks and waited, they would never see the "death of Qin Shi Huang" that they desired.

The Qin Dynasty was as stable as Mount Tai; no one dared, and no one could, shake this empire in the slightest.

With Qin's million-strong army under Ying Zheng's leadership, probably no one would dare to overestimate their abilities and challenge his authority.

Oh, right, a million-strong army.

Qin Tian suddenly sat up.

One hundred thousand men are just the first step; another nine hundred thousand troops are waiting for him.

But there's no rush. Those 900,000 troops are scattered all over the country, and it won't be possible to spread the word all at once.

First, let the 100,000 people in Xianyang lay a solid foundation. Once they have all mastered their skills and become seeds of enlightenment, they can then go to various places to teach others. That would be much more efficient.

Good news also came about papermaking during this month.

After Qin Tian taught the papermaking technique to the craftsmen, they threw themselves into the workshop and experimented day and night.

When the first batch of paper was produced, Qin Tian was playing shuttlecock with the maids in the courtyard.

When the craftsmen stood before him holding a stack of paper, their expressions were as careful as if they were holding a newborn baby.

Qin Tian took the stack of papers and looked at them over and over.

The paper is slightly yellow, with a rough surface, uneven edges, and varying thickness. In some places, you can even see tiny fibers and impurities.

But when he gently stroked the paper with his fingers, he could feel a unique tactile sensation that was different from that of bamboo slips and cloth.

His gaze fell on the paper. He picked up the brush beside him, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few characters on the paper. The ink spread evenly and clearly on the paper, without any leakage or smudging. The writing was smooth and fluid.

He put down his pen and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, although the quality is still a little lacking, the writing is fine."

When the craftsmen heard the word "not bad," several of them had tears in their eyes.

They stayed in the workshop for fifteen days straight, wasting countless raw materials and failing countless times, before finally producing the first batch of usable paper.

The imperial advisor's single word, "Not bad," made them happier than if they had been promoted or given titles.

Upon receiving the news, Ying Zheng immediately issued an edict: expand the scale of papermaking artisans, increase workshops and raw material supply, improve papermaking technology, and produce a large quantity of higher quality paper as soon as possible.

He added a sentence at the end of the edict: "Paper is the foundation of a nation for all ages, and we must not slacken our efforts in its production."

This sentence was engraved on the plaque at the entrance of the workshop, so that every craftsman who went in could see it.

Every time they entered or left the workshop, they saw those words, and each time they saw them, they felt an even greater sense of responsibility.