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

"Your Majesty, there's no need for such formalities." Qin Tian's voice carried an ethereal indifference. "I am Qin Tian."

He paused, his gaze shifted slightly, and the faint smile on his lips deepened a little.

"Oh, right," Qin Tian suddenly spoke up, "Where is His Majesty's Cao Cao... uh, sword at his waist?"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere around them froze for a moment.

Ying Zheng's expression faltered slightly.

He subconsciously touched his waist, his fingers brushing against the warm, smooth jade disc, not the cold hilt of his sword.

A sword? The immortal asked him why he wore a sword.

Cao Cao?

Who was Cao Cao?

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, his mind racing as he searched for the name.

He believed he knew all the heroes and valiant men in the world, and that he knew all the famous figures in the six kingdoms.

But he had never heard of the name Cao Cao anywhere.

Is it the name of a sword?

The immortal called his sword "Cao Cao"?

Countless thoughts raced through Ying Zheng's mind, but he didn't show much doubt on his face.

When immortals speak, they have their own reasons, and it's normal for mortals not to understand.

"May I ask, Immortal Master," Ying Zheng's voice carried a hint of probing, "did you come at the request of the Immortal Master Xu Fu?"

Xu Fu.

As soon as the name was uttered, Qin Tian clearly saw a fleeting glint in Ying Zheng's eyes.

Qin Tian sighed inwardly.

Xu Fu.

It's Xu Fu again.

This man, who had deceived people his entire life, remained Ying Zheng's only hope until his death.

He didn't even know that Xu Fu, after setting sail with three thousand boys and girls and countless treasures, never returned.

When he died in the dunes, he was probably still thinking, "When will Xu Fu be able to bring back the elixir of immortality?"

"Xu Fu?" Qin Tian's voice suddenly turned cold, clearly showing some disdain. "Just a swindler."

Ying Zheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

fraud?

Was Xu Fu a fraud?

This realization had actually been in his mind for a long time, but he had always been unwilling to face it.

These words, spoken by an immortal, are like a sharp blade, slicing through all those self-deceiving fantasies.

"He doesn't have that much influence." Qin Tian's gaze returned to Ying Zheng, his tone regaining its initial calm. "Your Majesty, I came here for you."

They came for me.

These words echoed repeatedly in Ying Zheng's mind: the immortal had not come at Xu Fu's request, but for Ying Zheng's sake.

Ying Zheng's breathing quickened, and his hands trembled slightly. He hadn't felt this way in a very, very long time.

The last time I experienced such strong emotional fluctuations was more than 20 years ago, when Wang Jian led his army to conquer Handan and destroy the Zhao state.

That was the pleasure of revenge.

And at this moment, hope has arrived.

"Your Majesty," Qin Tian spoke again, his gaze sweeping over Ying Zheng's haggard face, "you don't look too well right now."

This statement is very direct, and even somewhat offensive.

For an emperor, especially one who abhors discussing death, the phrase "not in good condition" would normally be enough to send anyone who uttered it to their death.

But at this moment, it's perfectly natural for an immortal to say it, and there's nothing to hide about it.

"Could I speak with His Majesty alone?" Qin Tian revealed the true purpose of his trip.

Let's talk about it separately.

The moment those four words were uttered, the atmosphere around them became tense again.

The guards who had just retreated unconsciously gripped their sword hilts again.

A white-clad man of unknown origin appeared out of nowhere before the imperial carriage, claiming to be an immortal, and now demanding to speak with His Majesty alone.

"Your Majesty, you mustn't!"

A shrill voice rang out from the crowd, filled with urgency and fear.

A fair-skinned, beardless middle-aged man strode out. His clothes were much more luxurious than those of ordinary eunuchs, and he wore a jade seal at his waist, clearly indicating that he was a close advisor to Ying Zheng.

Qin Tian glanced at the man.

Zhao Gao.

Although he had never met him, Qin Tian had countless descriptions of this person in his memory.

The Chief of the Imperial Carriage Office was in charge of the emperor's carriages, horses, and seals, and enjoyed the deep trust of Ying Zheng.

More importantly, he was Hu Hai's teacher and a key figure in the later alteration of the imperial edict, the execution of Fusu, and the enthronement of Hu Hai.

It can be said that Zhao Gao played a crucial role in the Qin Dynasty's demise after only two generations.

He looks quite respectable, but who knows how many sinister and malicious thoughts are hidden beneath that appearance?

"Your Majesty," Zhao Gao quickly walked to Ying Zheng's side and said in a low voice, "this person's origins are unknown, and the tale of immortals is too vague. What if... what if he's an assassin..."

His voice wasn't loud, but with Qin Tian's hearing, he could hear every word clearly.

Qin Tian did not refute, and did not even glance at Zhao Gao.

His gaze remained calmly fixed on Ying Zheng, awaiting his answer.

Ying Zheng remained silent for a moment.

Finally, he waved his hand, stopping Zhao Gao from continuing.

Then, he looked at Qin Tian.

At that moment, there was no hesitation in his eyes. He was an emperor, an emperor who had made the right choices at countless critical moments of life and death.

He has his own judgment.

If the white-clad figure who descended from the sky was an assassin, given the abilities he had just displayed, he could have made his move before anyone could even react.

Flying through the air and standing in mid-air—such techniques transcend the realm of ordinary human martial arts.

He doesn't need to use the excuse of "let's talk alone" to get close to me.

Ying Zheng spoke slowly, his voice firm: "The immortal has invited me; how could I refuse?"

Zhao Gao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but after meeting Ying Zheng's gaze, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Looking at Ying Zheng, Qin Tian felt even more admiration for this "charming ancestor".

He truly deserves to be called the First Emperor.

Despite facing the immortals descending from the heavens, the advice of his subjects, and his own weakened state, he was still able to maintain a clear mind and make a decisive decision.

"Your Majesty, what a magnificent presence!" Qin Tian smiled faintly. "But Your Majesty need not worry—"

He raised his right hand and casually waved it toward the roadside.

The movement was effortless; an invisible blade of elemental energy shot out from his palm, silent and swift as lightning.

laugh--

Several large trees by the roadside were snapped at the roots without any warning.

The tree trunk was broken cleanly, with a smooth, mirror-like cut.

Rumbling--

Several large trees fell one after another, kicking up clouds of dust, startling the horses into neighing incessantly, and causing the surrounding soldiers to retreat in panic, their faces filled with horror.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Everyone stared at the fallen trees, then at Qin Tian's right hand, which he had just raised and then lowered, and no one could utter a word.

With a wave of his hand, several large trees were snapped at the roots.

There was no clash of swords, just a wave of the hand.

This method can no longer be explained by the word "martial arts".

Qin Tian withdrew his hand, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on Ying Zheng.

"If I were to harm His Majesty the First Emperor, these armored soldiers would be no match for me."

No one refuted.

Ying Zheng looked at the fallen trees, at the smooth, mirror-like cuts, and at Qin Tian's youthful face, which remained calm and serene.

At that moment, the last trace of doubt in his heart completely disappeared.

With such power emanating from a mere wave of his hand, this person must be a true immortal.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, turned around, and gave a solemn order to the people behind him.

"Set up camp on the spot."

Zhao Gao lowered his head and stepped aside.

The surrounding guards sprang into action, with orders ringing out one after another. The entire group began to move slowly, searching for a suitable place to set up camp.

Qin Tian stood still, his robes fluttering gently in the wind, his long hair flying.

The team set up camp on the spot.

Next, it was time to speak privately with this emperor who would be remembered for all time.

As for what to talk about, he already had a plan in mind.

A slight smile curved Qin Tian's lips, but it vanished in an instant.

He glanced at Zhao Gao's departing figure, a cold glint in his eyes.

Zhao Gao, the Chief of the Imperial Carriage Office.

This person's score will be settled with you right away.