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

Qin Tian carried Fusu and strode towards the outside of the palace.

Ying Zheng sat on his throne, watching this scene. He was slightly taken aback at first, then said, "Grand Preceptor, this..."

Qin Tian didn't turn his head, his voice coming from the palace entrance: "Your Majesty, don't worry. I'm just letting the young master experience it firsthand, to convince him with facts."

The civil and military officials in the hall looked at each other, and then, without prior arrangement, followed him out of the hall.

Ying Zheng also stood up from his throne, strode to the steps outside the hall, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the white-clad figure in the center of the square and Fusu, who was struggling and shouting in his hand.

Fusu was still struggling.

He twisted and turned, trying to break free, while glaring at Qin Tian, ​​his voice trembling slightly with shame and anger: "You charlatan! You think you can fool me with just brute force?! Let me tell you, you may fool my father, but you can't fool me! I, Fusu, am upright and honest, and I'm not afraid of you..."

Qin Tian glanced down at him, smiled, and didn't answer.

He took a deep breath, and his Yuan energy surged from his body, enveloping Fusu in an invisible protective shield.

Then, with a light touch of his feet on the ground, he and Fusu soared into the sky with a whoosh, so fast that no one present could even blink.

On the ground, Fusu's shouts came to an abrupt halt.

His perspective underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant.

One second he was standing in the square in front of Zhangtai Palace, and the next second he had risen to a height of tens of feet in the air. The square under his feet turned into a small square, and the civil and military officials in front of the palace turned into densely packed, ant-like dots.

His heart clenched suddenly, and after an initial blank, only one thought remained in his mind—

He is flying.

The ground beneath his feet seemed to grow farther and farther away, smaller and smaller.

Palace walls, rooftops, streets, houses, the Wei River, fields and hills outside the city—all flashed by in his field of vision.

Everything that was once enormous in his eyes has now become insignificant brushstrokes on this painting.

Ying Zheng, on the ground, looked up at the increasingly smaller figure, a cryptic look flashing in his eyes.

Li Si, standing beside him, squinted, his hand clenching and unclenching in his sleeve, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.

Wang Jian stood with his hands behind his back, his white beard fluttering slightly in the wind, a thoughtful smile playing on his lips.

Meng Tian stood at the back of the crowd, looking up at the sky with his eyes unblinking.

He was a military general who had fought for half his life. He had seen countless battles and bloodshed, and he had also seen eagles circling overhead.

But he had never seen anyone fly straight into the sky, break free from the earth's constraints, and float in the high sky like an immortal ascending to heaven.

Those hands, which were used to holding swords for years, clenched unconsciously.

Fusu thought he had reached his limit, but then he felt his body lighten and he began to fall from mid-air.

Qin Tian let go.

The protective shield of Yuan energy surrounding him loosened slightly as he fell, and Fusu began to plummet in a brief moment of weightlessness.

The wind filled his robes, making them flutter loudly, and his long hair danced behind him. He was like a leaf caught in a gale, plummeting straight to the ground from a height of hundreds of feet.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Fusu finally spoke up.

He forgot that he was the eldest prince of Qin, that he was Fusu, and that he had just stood in the main hall, righteously accusing the sorcerer of deceiving people.

Only one thought remained in his mind—he was going to fall to his death.

The ground was getting closer and clearer.

He could even see the faces of the civil and military officials, who looked like tiny dots, in the square in front of Zhangtai Palace. He could also see the man in general's uniform standing at the back of the crowd, his head tilted back, his mouth seemingly shouting something urgently.

Then--

Qin Tian grabbed him by the back of his collar.

The downward momentum suddenly stopped, Fusu's body bounced in mid-air, and then came to a steady stop.

The invisible Yuan energy enveloped his body again, suspending him at a height of less than two zhang above the ground.

Fusu's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, his face ashen, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

He looked like a small animal drenched in a downpour, utterly disheveled.

Qin Tian gently lowered him back to the ground and set him down.

Fusu's legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground, but Qin Tian caught his arm and prevented him from making a fool of himself on the spot.

He lowered his head, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently for a while before gradually calming down.

Qin Tian stood there, looking at his still-shaken expression, and said with a smile, "Young Master, do you believe me now?"

Fusu raised his head and looked at Qin Tian's smiling, young and clean face. He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

His mind was like a pot of boiling paste, with all sorts of thoughts churning, swirling, and tangling together. He tried to sort things out, but he couldn't grasp the first thought no matter what.

He was released by him personally when he was tens of meters in the air.

He was falling, crashing into the earth at an ever-increasing speed, and at that moment, he knew he was going to die.

But the young man he had just accused of being a "conman" grabbed him at the last moment and brought him back safely.

There was a smile in those eyes, but no malice.

Fusu suddenly didn't know how to face those eyes.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Qin Tian didn't say anything more. He just reached out and patted him lightly on the shoulder before turning around and walking back to the steps in front of the main hall.

The square was quiet for a moment before the gazes of the civil and military officials turned from the sky to Fusu, then to Qin Tian, ​​and finally back to the azure sky above.

Some people murmured something, some shook their heads slightly, and some smiled.

For many others, the look of envy lingered in their eyes for a long time.

Ying Zheng stood on the steps, looking at Fusu's absent-minded appearance, and then at Qin Tian's nonchalant demeanor, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved slightly.

With his hands behind his back, he turned and walked back into the main hall, his steps steady and composed.

Meng Tian stood at the back of the crowd, looking up, until the white figure brought Fusu back to the ground, only then did he turn his gaze away from the sky.

His hand, which had been accustomed to holding a sword all his life, was now clenching and unclenching slightly, repeating this several times, never quite calming down completely.

He saw it clearly from below.

The figure in white shot straight into the sky without any pause or assistance.

That kind of power cannot be obtained by borrowing any tool, and that level is beyond the reach of any martial arts.

Meng Tian had spent most of his life in the army and had seen all kinds of people and equipment, but what he had just witnessed was beyond all his knowledge and experience.

He is an immortal.

it is true.

Those things he hadn't fully believed when he first heard the rumors now had a very direct response to.

He witnessed the entire high-altitude flight from beginning to end, seeing firsthand how Qin Tian grabbed Fu Su and propelled him into the sky, how he let go at high altitude, and how he caught him steadily at the last moment.

All those rumors about immortals descending and the imperial advisor imparting the secrets of immortality came to fruition at this moment, becoming undeniable facts that he saw with his own eyes.

He stood in the sunlight and slowly, deeply exhaled.

Then, his face, which had been worn smooth by years of military service and had long since lost all expression, revealed the first look of utter shock in a month.