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

We've arrived at the imperial mausoleum.

From the air, the construction site at the foot of Mount Li looks like a giant anthill.

Those figures appeared exceptionally small; their clothes were tattered, some were even barely clothed, their skeletal ribs clearly visible beneath their skin, and their limbs resembled withered branches drained of moisture.

Armored guards stood around the construction site, carrying long spears and patrolling back and forth. Occasionally, someone would look up at the sky and then quickly look down again.

Qin Tian slowly descended with Fu Su, landing on a high ground at the edge of the construction site.

Zhang Han was already waiting there. When he saw Qin Tian and Fusu descend from the sky, he quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Grand Preceptor, Young Master," Zhang Han's voice trembled with barely suppressed excitement, "His Majesty's decree has been delivered, and the convicts and laborers have all assembled. I have already arranged manpower, and we can begin distributing supplies and registering them at any time."

Qin Tian nodded and glanced at the dark mass of people in the distance.

Hundreds of thousands of people gathered together, and from the high ground, it looked like a gray ocean.

Qin Tian couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, but even from this distance, he could feel the deathly stillness emanating from the crowd.

"Get the stuff over here first," Qin Tian said.

Zhang Han responded and turned around to wave.

The soldiers who had been waiting nearby immediately sprang into action, pushing carts loaded with goods toward the crowd.

The cart was piled high with things: bags of dry food and neatly folded papers.

Those papers were made in Xianyang using a new papermaking technique, and each sheet was printed with Ying Zheng's decree.

Construction of the imperial mausoleum has been halted, corvée laborers have been released immediately, high-yield grain varieties will soon be promoted, and academies will be established in all counties, providing all citizens of the Great Qin with opportunities to learn.

The characters are simplified Chinese, with Qin language pinyin marked next to them. They were printed using movable type printing, and each one is exactly the same without the slightest deviation.

Qin Tian glanced at the delivered supplies, and after confirming there were no problems, he turned to Zhang Han and Fusu and said, "Let's go, let's fly up so everyone can see."

Zhang Han was slightly taken aback. He had heard of the Imperial Preceptor's flying technique, but had never experienced it firsthand.

Before he could react, Qin Tian had already unleashed his Yuan Power without warning, lifting him and Fusu up securely.

Zhang Han felt his feet lighten, and then he was lifted off the ground.

He clenched his fists instinctively, his body stiffened slightly, but he quickly relaxed.

The three people rose to a height of about ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) and hovered directly above the crowd.

The crowd below had already noticed the unusual activity in the sky.

Someone looked up, saw the white figure, and froze.

Some people started pointing at the sky and shouting, some knelt down, some stared blankly upwards with their mouths open, and some lay on the ground with tears streaming down their faces, their foreheads pressed against the yellow earth, their whole bodies trembling.

"An immortal... an immortal has arrived!"

"Is that person in the sky... the Imperial Advisor?"

A huge commotion broke out in the crowd.

Hundreds of thousands of people looked up, their eyes all focused on the three figures suspended in mid-air.

Looking down at the dense crowd below, Qin Tian took a deep breath, and his Yuan Power surged from his body, enveloping his voice and spreading across every corner below.

His voice seemed to come from all directions at the same time, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"People of Qin—"

The crowd below fell silent instantly.

"His Majesty has decreed—"

"Construction of the imperial mausoleum is halted! All convicts and laborers are to be released immediately and reunite with their families!"

The crowd below fell silent for a moment.

Then, the silence was broken by loud wailing.

Someone knelt on the ground, hands on the yellow earth, forehead hitting the ground heavily, crying as they did so, muttering something indistinctly.

Someone tilted their head back, mouth agape, tears streaming down their face and into their mouth, completely unaware of it.

"I'm home... I can finally go home..."

"Mother—your daughter is coming back—"

"I can still see my child... I can still see..."

Qin Tian hovered in mid-air, looking down at the scene below. He knew how much suffering these people had endured.

After a long time, the crying gradually subsided.

Qin Tian's voice rang out again, this time gentler than before.

"Your Majesty has found high-yield grain seeds—corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes—which have already been planted around Xianyang. In a few years, the people of Qin will no longer go hungry. Your Majesty will also establish academies in various counties, ensuring that all children have access to books and knowledge. Furthermore, Your Majesty will select outstanding individuals from among the people to teach them the arts of immortality. In the future, corvée labor in Qin will gradually decrease, and may even be completely abolished. This is Your Majesty's concern for the people."

The people kneeling on the ground had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"The child is able to study..."

"I'm not hungry anymore..."

"Celestial arts...we can learn them too...?"

"Is His Majesty's decree genuine?"

"It's true! Didn't you hear what the Imperial Advisor said? It was His Majesty's decree!"

The initial whispers among the crowd turned into cheers.

Those who were just weeping bitterly are now grinning from ear to ear, their faces still streaked with tears.

"Long live Your Majesty! Long live the Qin Dynasty!"

The voices erupted from the crowd, growing more unified and louder.

"Your Majesty is benevolent!"

After the cheers subsided slightly, Qin Tian continued, "Everyone, line up one by one. Register, receive your travel permits and provisions, and each person will also receive a piece of paper bearing His Majesty's decree. With that paper, when you reach the post stations and county towns along the way, government officials will arrange your lodging and food, and escort you home."

The crowd below began to move slowly.

Qin Tian, ​​carrying Fusu and Zhang Han, slowly descended to the ground.

Fusu stood beside Qin Tian, ​​his gaze fixed on the crowd queuing up.

He saw people who were poorly clothed and emaciated.

The clothes on those people were tattered beyond recognition; some of them were just wearing rags that barely covered their private parts.

Although the faces of those queuing up showed the joy of being released, beneath that joy lay the numbness and emptiness honed by labor.

Fusu's eyes reddened.

He stood there, watching the crowd queuing up, watching them register with choked voices but trying to smile, watching the careful movements as they received that thin piece of paper, and the way they held the dry food as if it were a precious treasure. He finally couldn't hold back his tears.

"They..." Fusu's voice was a little hoarse, "They've suffered so much."

Qin Tian stood beside him without saying a word.

He knew that Fusu needed to see, feel, and process things for himself.

Some things cannot be learned from books or experienced from others; only by seeing them with your own eyes and experiencing them firsthand can they truly be etched into your heart.

Fusu walked over and approached the people who were registering.

The group of people stood there trembling, stammering, "You...you are...?"

"I am Fusu, Your Majesty's son, Fusu."

The villagers' knees buckled, but Fusu grabbed their arms and held them firmly to prevent them from kneeling.

"I...I just want to ask you a few questions." Fusu tried to make his voice sound gentler. "You've been out for so long, what...who are your family members?"

The man who was helped up was a middle-aged man in his forties with a gaunt face, prominent cheekbones, and deep-set eyes.

He stood there, rubbing his calloused, rough hands, and said in a low voice, "Replying to your question, young master... I still have an elderly mother, wife, and children at home. I've been away for three years, and I don't know how they are doing now..."

As he spoke, his voice choked up again.

Fusu pursed his lips: "Then...do you miss home?"

The man looked up at Fusu, then at the thin piece of paper in his hand. His eyes were red, and he nodded vigorously: "I want to. I dream about it. I think about it every day. If it weren't for my elderly mother, wife, and children at home, I wouldn't have been able to endure this place long ago."

Fusu's eyes reddened again.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Finally, he simply patted the man's shoulder forcefully and said in a hoarse voice, "Go back. Go back safe and sound. Things will get better from now on."

Fusu asked about the situation of several people in the crowd. Some had an elderly father waiting for him to return home, some had been conscripted when their children were born and had never seen them, and some had wives who were still in their wombs when they left home, and now their children were probably already running around.

Fusu listened to each of them, and helped, asked, and comforted them one by one.

The people queuing to register continued to move forward; although the queue was long, it was beginning to come alive.

Some people held dry rations in one hand and carefully unfolded the paper with the other. Some pointed to the words on the paper and asked their companions what it meant. Some were laughing, talking, and gesturing about what the first thing to do after returning home was.

"Grand Preceptor." Fusu walked to Qin Tian's side, his voice now calm, though his red-rimmed eyes still betrayed his earlier emotional turmoil. "You're right. What the people want is enough to eat, children to go to school, and hope for the future. Only when these things are achieved can Great Qin truly be stable."