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

"At the same time, the court should establish a special propaganda department to record and disseminate the deeds of the army in helping the people. Everyone must know that soldiers come from the people, and their duty is to stand up for the people when they are in trouble. If such propaganda is carried out consistently, the people of the six states will gradually turn their hearts to Qin and feel His Majesty's care for them."

"What do the people ask for? Nothing more than to have enough to eat, for their children to receive an education and have a bright future, and for their lives to have hope. Only when these things are achieved can the Qin Dynasty truly be stable."

Qin Tian paused slightly at this point: "The army protects the people, and the people defend the soldiers. Such an army cannot be defeated. Because its foundation lies in the hearts of millions of people, not in city walls and swords."

Ying Zheng's gaze shifted slightly.

He paused for a moment, then slowly nodded, his voice deep and firm: "The Imperial Advisor is absolutely right. I grant it."

"There's one more thing." Qin Tian showed no sign of stopping.

Now that he's here at the court assembly, he intends to say everything he can.

The affairs of Fusu, corvée labor, the army, and the people are the foundation, the internal affairs.

And what follows is a steel blade, armor, and an iron fist that allows this machine to extend its power outward.

"Regarding the extermination of the Xiongnu."

The moment those four words were uttered, the eyes of the military officers lit up simultaneously.

Wang Jian's brow twitched, Wang Ben subconsciously straightened up, and Meng Tian's hand clenched and then relaxed slightly.

"The bronze weapons of the Qin Dynasty are currently among the best in the world. But from a broader perspective, they are still lagging behind."

"Bronze weapons have their limits; they are brittle, easily broken, and prone to wear and tear with prolonged use. Iron, especially steel refined and forged through special processes, is harder, sharper, and more durable than bronze."

He quickly recalled the steelmaking techniques of later generations in his mind.

Blast furnace ironmaking, frying steel, and pouring steel—these processes, which have long been obsolete in later generations, are like revolutionary technologies that deliver a game-changing blow in this era.

"I will teach the Qin industrial sector the technology of refining high-quality steel. With steel weapons, the Qin soldiers will be far more powerful than they are now."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly.

He was well aware of the limitations of bronze weapons, and he had considered using iron weapons as a substitute.

However, the iron smelting technology of that era was not mature enough, and the quality of the forged ironware varied greatly, far from being as stable and reliable as bronze.

Since the imperial advisor says he can solve this problem, then he definitely can.

"With steel, high-yield grains, and the Yuan Power Guidance Technique, the Qin Dynasty doesn't need to rush things."

Qin Tian's tone became drawn out, "We'll quietly develop for a few years, accumulating provisions and troops, and when the time is right, we'll defeat the Xiongnu in one battle. We'll erase the Xiongnu from history completely."

When Qin Tian uttered the words "completely erase," his tone was very firm.

He had seen the history of later generations and knew that the Xiongnu were still a huge threat to the north during the Han Dynasty. Emperor Gaozu of Han was besieged at Baideng Mountain, and it took Emperor Wu of Han decades to drive the Xiongnu to the northern desert.

But he didn't want the Qin Dynasty to go down that path. The Qin Dynasty was to be more ruthless, faster, and more thorough than the Han Dynasty.

Ying Zheng's gaze sharpened when he heard those four words.

He didn't answer immediately, but pondered quietly for a moment before nodding solemnly.

"Then I'll have to trouble the Grand Preceptor. Train the troops, refine steel, stockpile provisions—do everything as the Grand Preceptor says."

Qin Tian cupped his hands in greeting and said no more.

That's pretty much everything I wanted to say today.

Ying Zheng's gaze slowly swept across the hall, finally landing on Fusu and Meng Tian.

"Today's court assembly is adjourned. Before we leave, there is one more matter."

He looked at Qin Tian: "I trouble the Imperial Preceptor to teach Fusu and Meng Tian the art of guiding Yuan energy."

Qin Tian cupped his hands and replied, "Yes."

He turned around, his gaze lingering on Fusu and Meng Tian for a moment each.

Fusu's eyes had recovered from the daze that followed the collapse of his beliefs.

Meng Tian's gaze was as steady as iron, revealing little emotional fluctuation, but his hands were clenched slightly at the moment.

The morning assembly has now concluded.

Ying Zheng was the first to stand up from his throne, turn around and walk out through the side door.

All the civil and military officials bowed in unison, chanting "Long live Your Majesty," before gradually retreating out of the hall.

As Wang Jian walked, he kept tying the belt of his outer robe, muttering, "The Imperial Preceptor made me tear my robe; it won't be easy to wear it for court assemblies anymore."

Wang Ben smiled and agreed from the side.

Meng Wu and Meng Yi walked side by side behind, talking in hushed tones, occasionally glancing at Meng Tian and Fusu who stood motionless in the hall.

Li Si walked at the very back, his white beard swaying gently with each step, thoughtfully fiddling with his cuffs.

The number of people in the main hall gradually decreased.

Qin Tian turned around, looked at Fusu and Meng Tian, ​​and had a faint smile on his lips.

"Let's go, let's find a quiet place, and I'll teach you the cultivation method."

Early the next morning, Qin Tian flew over Fusu's residence.

He didn't fall directly down, but hovered in mid-air for a while, glanced at the rather impressive mansion below, and then slowly descended, landing in the courtyard in front of the main hall.

Fusu was just walking out of the main hall, preparing to head to the imperial mausoleum.

When he looked up and saw Qin Tian descending from the sky, he instinctively took half a step back, his expression suggesting he was recalling an unpleasant experience.

The memory of being lifted into the sky and then dropped down yesterday was still fresh in his mind. When he saw Qin Tian appear in front of him in this way, he felt a little weak in the knees.

"Imperial Preceptor." Fusu tried to make his voice sound calm, but the slightly tense tone betrayed his true feelings.

Qin Tian smiled at his "Don't try to carry me away" expression, not bothering to tease him, and simply said, "The preparations at the imperial mausoleum are complete, let's go."

Fusu took a deep breath and nodded.

He repeatedly told himself that this was a serious matter, for the sake of hundreds of thousands of people, and that he had to remain calm no matter what happened.

Qin Tian took off with Fu Su, but the speed was much slower and the altitude was much lower than yesterday.

He didn't deliberately scare Fusu, but maintained a steady speed so that Fusu could get used to the feeling of being in the air.

Fusu was initially a little nervous, but gradually he realized that this flight was completely different from yesterday's.

Yesterday, he was dragged up by the collar, looking like a chick caught by an eagle, extremely disheveled.

This time, however, his body was steadily supported by a layer of warm Yuan energy, and he felt a sense of solid ground beneath his feet.

He looked down at the fields and villages slowly passing by, and a strange feeling he had never experienced before welled up in his heart.

The earth is like an unfolded scroll, magnificent and vast, inspiring a sense of grandeur that "the world is so big, yet nothing is more so."