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

Movable type printing was also invented at the same time.

Qin Tian did not personally teach them; he simply explained the principles of movable type printing to a few foremen craftsmen.

After the chief craftsmen understood the principles, they led their craftsmen in repeated attempts to carve characters with clay, fire them into shape, and then type and print them.

The first batch printed was a page of the Qin Law, with clear and neat handwriting. Twenty copies were printed, each one identical, without the variations in ink density or size that can occur with handwritten copies.

When Ying Zheng received those twenty identical copies of the Qin Law, he remained silent for a long time.

His hand slowly stroked the twenty sheets of paper, looking at them one by one, touching them one by one, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

He knew what this meant.

How long does it take to copy a copy of the Qin Law? How many characters can a skilled scribe copy in a day?

Now, as long as the layout is done, tens of thousands of copies can be printed every day.

The speed of knowledge dissemination will no longer be additive, but multiplicative.

With paper and printing, the next step was writing.

Qin Tian compiled a scheme for simplified Chinese characters and Chinese pinyin.

Simplified Chinese characters are derived from Small Seal script, while retaining some of the structural principles of Small Seal script.

Many cumbersome, redundant, and repetitive strokes have been removed, allowing each character to be written with fewer strokes and recognized more intuitively.

He created a comparison table, with the small seal script on the left and the simplified Chinese characters on the right, along with the pronunciation and definition, making it easy to understand at a glance.

As for Pinyin, it used to be called "Hanyu Pinyin". Now, Qin Tian thought that if this thing is to be promoted in the Great Qin, it should be renamed "Qin Yu Pinyin".

He marked the pronunciation of each Chinese character with the twenty-six letters of the alphabet, and also wrote a note in small seal script next to it: "Pronounced by initials and finals, all characters can be read and all pronunciations can be recognized."

This pinyin system has simple rules. Anyone who learns these 26 letters and the spelling rules can pronounce any word they don't know.

After reviewing the comparison table and the phonetic scheme, Ying Zheng immediately ordered the gathering of a group of learned Confucian scholars and doctors to study simplified characters and Qin phonetic spelling in the Zhangtai Palace. Once confirmed to be correct, the information was compiled into teaching materials, which were first tested in various academies in Xianyang and then gradually promoted throughout the country.

At the same time, with the spread of the Yuanli Guiding Technique, subtle changes are taking place throughout the Qin Dynasty.

The first change is the general improvement in physical fitness.

The first group of people who started practicing generally felt changes in their bodies after about ten days of practice.

The nourishment of Yuanli is gradual.

It doesn't transform ordinary people into superhumans overnight like taking a magic pill; rather, it slowly permeates, accumulates, and changes through the daily cycle of life.

Faster and faster, more and more, until a certain point arrives, when the physical body crosses the threshold between mortals and cultivators, and everything undergoes a qualitative change.

"Li Da Wan Jin" is a general statement.

It's not that a cultivator suddenly gains the strength of 10,000 jin one day after waking up. Rather, during the cultivation process, strength gradually increases from 500 jin to 1,000 jin, from 1,000 jin to 2,000 jin, from 2,000 jin to 5,000 jin, until breaking through to the Yuan Tu realm with the strength of 10,000 jin.

Every improvement is clearly perceptible, and every bit of strength comes from nothing but the reward for day and night practice.

Some of the first soldiers who practiced the technique found that they could lift stone weights that previously required two people to lift with one hand.

Some people have found that they can run almost twice as fast as before, and that the sound of the wind they create when they punch is more intense than before.

Their excitement and exhilaration were beyond words, so they could only redouble their efforts in cultivation, wishing they could spend every single hour of the day meditating and circulating their energy.

The atmosphere of Xianyang changed day by day, thanks to everyone's shared desires and efforts.

The armored soldiers patrolling the streets moved with a lighter pace, and the officials discussing matters in the court had rosier complexions.

The concubines and palace maids in the harem also began to secretly inquire about the Yuanli Guiding Technique, and even ordinary people in the city were discussing it during their leisure time.

I heard that the Imperial Preceptor is teaching people the art of immortality, which can make people live forever and have superhuman strength. I wonder when it will be my turn?

Xiao Yan rested that day.

This was a rule set by the Imperial Advisor: eight days off per month, on a rotating schedule, and it was his turn.

Xiao Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and opened his eyes.

A faint, warm sensation was slowly circulating within my body.

The sensation was so light, as light as a feather floating in a blood vessel, that it was almost imperceptible unless one consciously tried to perceive it.

But he knew it was Yuan Power.

A month ago, the national master engraved the cultivation method deep into his consciousness and personally guided him through a full cycle of the body. Since then, he has meditated and cultivated every night without interruption.

A month is neither a long nor a short time. The original energy has changed from a blank space to a warm trickle. Although it is weak, it does exist.

Xiao Yan clenched his fist, feeling the faint warmth in his palm.

He didn't know exactly how much his strength had increased, but he was certain of one thing: the Yuan power the Imperial Advisor spoke of was real.

However, he had no way of verifying what that energy could actually do.

The Imperial Advisor once said that Yuan Power can be used to sense the meridians and blood circulation in other people's bodies, and can be used to nourish and repair bodily damage.

The injuries he sustained in training and combat, especially the old wounds from those years of fighting, have mostly healed, which is the most direct proof of his Yuan Power.

But Xiao Yan wanted to try something else, to see if the descriptions of the techniques in his mind were all true.

He wanted to find someone to try it out with.

He wanted to verify the authenticity of the descriptions of the techniques in his mind.

Xiao Yan jumped off the bed, put on his shoes, and rummaged through the box to find a set of his usual casual clothes to change into.

He had considered testing it on himself, but one person's perception is too limited, and some things require the cooperation of another person.

Should we look for Ye Fan? Shi Hao? Lin Dong? They are all cultivators, and their Yuan Power is the same as his. If there is any slight deviation, none of them will be able to detect it, and it will be a waste of time.

Looking for an ordinary person? If a normal citizen of the Qin Dynasty knew that a stranger was going to inject something strange into his body, he would probably run away on the spot.

Xiao Yan pushed open the door and walked out of the courtyard.

As he walked through the corridor and passed the front yard, he saw Ye Fan standing guard at the door, standing straight with piercing eyes.

"Going out on your day off?" Ye Fan glanced at him and asked casually.

"Hmm, I'll go for a stroll." Xiao Yan's tone was calm and natural. His gaze didn't linger, and he strode out of the mansion.

The streets of Xianyang were more bustling than usual.

From the south side of the city, the cries of vendors rose and fell, and the stalls along the street displayed all kinds of goods. Among the crowds coming and going, there were ordinary people strolling around, as well as merchants and officials hurrying about.

Xiao Yan walked through the crowd, still pondering the question from earlier—who should be chosen to conduct this experiment?

His gaze inadvertently swept over a pavilion by the roadside, with large red lanterns hanging above the door and several heavily made-up young women standing in front of it, waving to passersby.

A woman in her thirties, still charming, was greeting guests at the door, her face beaming with smiles and her voice warm.

Brothel.