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

Looking at Ying Zheng's expression, Qin Tian suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

This man who swept across the land and unified the world, this iron-blooded emperor who made the whole world tremble, was now like a drowning man who saw the only ray of light in the darkness.

He desperately wanted to see this.

He had waited for far too long.

Without further hesitation, Qin Tian lowered his body slightly and swooped down towards Ying Zheng's location.

During the descent, his clothes remained motionless under the protection of his elemental energy, while his long hair flowed even more freely due to the change in speed.

He landed directly in front of Ying Zheng like a shooting star, exuding a sharp yet elegant aura.

The moment his foot touched the ground, Qin Tian lightly tapped it with his toes, without stirring up a speck of dust or making a sound.

He fell straight down from the sky, as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water, without even disturbing the dust on the ground.

This effortless control caused the surrounding armored soldiers to gasp in astonishment.

Qin Tian stopped and his gaze fell on Ying Zheng in front of him.

From this distance, he could see much more clearly.

Ying Zheng was indeed very tall.

Qin Tian's height of 1.86 meters already makes him stand out in modern society.

But standing in front of Ying Zheng, he actually had to look up slightly, as Ying Zheng was a little over half a head taller than him, estimated to be at least 1.93 meters tall, or even taller.

Good guy.

Qin Tian secretly marveled in his heart.

He used to think that the historical gossip he read online, which said that Qin Shi Huang was 1.98 meters tall, was an exaggeration.

Now it seems that even if he wasn't 1.98 meters tall, he wouldn't be much shorter.

For an ancient person two thousand years ago to have this height, they were practically a living giant.

His gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, sweeping over Ying Zheng's waist.

Huh?

Didn't they say that Qin Shi Huang's sword was 1.6 meters long, as tall as Cao Cao? Why haven't I seen the sword?

Ying Zheng had a jade disc hanging from his belt, adorned with tassels, but no sword.

It's possible that he didn't bring it with him when he went out, or that the sword was left in the car, or that the swords recorded in historical books were ceremonial swords for specific occasions, not for everyday wear.

Qin Tian quickly looked away, not lingering on Ying Zheng's waist for long.

He scrutinized Ying Zheng's face.

This face bears some resemblance to the descriptions in historical records: a prominent nose, long eyes, a hawk-like chest, a high and straight nose, narrow and sharp eyes, and a prominent sternum.

But what caught Qin Tian's attention was Ying Zheng's complexion.

His face was sallow, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, his lips were dry and cracked, and there seemed to be a trace of blood left at the corner of his mouth.

He's in very poor condition.

It's really bad.

According to historical records, Ying Zheng should now be terminally ill.

He fell ill in Pingyuanjin, and his condition deteriorated rapidly. None of the officials dared to mention death, and no one dared to utter the word "death."

Once they reached the sand dunes, they could no longer hold on.

Judging by the timeline, it should have been within the last two days since he passed away.

It may be shorter.

Qin Tian observed all of this, pondering in his mind, but his face remained expressionless.

He stood quietly before Ying Zheng, his robes fluttering, his long hair swaying, his gaze deep, as if nothing in the world could stir any emotion in his eyes.

"Protect the Emperor!"

"Protect the Emperor!"

Finally, someone in the vicinity realized what was happening.

Several bodyguards suddenly drew their longswords and stood in front of Ying Zheng, the sound of their swords being drawn was crisp and piercing.

More armored soldiers surged in from all directions, wielding long spears, and surrounded Qin Tian.

Their hands were trembling, and their faces struggled between fear and resolve, but no one backed down.

A white-clad figure descended from the sky and appeared out of nowhere in front of the imperial carriage—this was beyond anyone's comprehension.

But their duty did not allow them to back down in the slightest. Even if they were facing legendary immortals, they would stand in front of His Majesty.

Qin Tian's gaze swept over the armored soldiers, but he made no move and didn't even glance at them.

His gaze remained fixed on Ying Zheng, a slight smile playing on his lips as he spoke, "Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear and everyone around could hear it perfectly.

The sound had a peculiar quality, as if it were coming from all directions at the same time, lingering in everyone's ears.

Ying Zheng's body trembled slightly.

The voice pulled him back from his shock.

He blinked hard to make sure that what he was seeing was not an illusion. The white-clad figure standing in mid-air was right in front of him, alive and within reach.

Dressed in white, with long hair, a youthful appearance, an ethereal aura, and the effortless grace with which she descended from the heavens.

Hermit.

He truly is an immortal.

Not the ethereal, elusive immortals of the fairy mountains that Xu Fu spoke of, but a real, living immortal who appeared before him.

Ying Zheng was filled with indescribable emotions.

For more than twenty years, ever since he unified the six kingdoms, he has been pursuing the elixir of immortality.

He dispatched wave after wave of alchemists, expending countless resources in search of elixirs, immortal mountains, and immortals.

Xu Fu left, Lu Sheng left, and Hou Sheng also left.

Some people cheated him out of his money, some betrayed his trust, and others slandered and insulted him behind his back before disappearing.

He trusted many people and was disappointed many times.

But he never stopped searching.

Because that was his only hope.

And now, hope is at hand.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

He was the emperor of the Qin Dynasty, the First Emperor who swept across the six kingdoms and unified the world.

No matter what situation he faced, no matter what kind of existence he faced, he could not lose the dignity of an emperor.

He waved his hand.

"Step back."

The guards around them looked at each other, hesitant.

"I have said, step back." Ying Zheng's voice rose a few decibels, carrying a sharp chill.

The guards then sheathed their swords and slowly retreated, but none of them went far. They all stared intently at Qin Tian, ​​ready to draw their swords again at any moment.

Ying Zheng looked at the white-robed man before him, cupped his hands slightly, and said, "I, Ying Zheng, greet the Immortal."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, with a sickly weakness, but his enunciation was clear, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

There was no flattery, no trembling fear that ordinary people feel when facing immortals.

He was like an emperor receiving a distinguished guest, polite yet dignified, respectful yet dignified.

The phrase "I, Ying Zheng, greet the Immortal," though using the honorific "I have seen," sounded less like submission and more like a courtesy between equals when uttered by Ying Zheng.

It's as if to say, "I know you are an immortal, but I am an emperor on earth. We each occupy our own positions. You don't need to kowtow to me, and I don't need to kneel before you."

Qin Tian sensed the unique domineering aura in Ying Zheng's words and nodded inwardly.

He truly was a great emperor throughout history. Even when facing an immortal descending from the heavens, he maintained such composure, something that not everyone could do.