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

Inside the large tent, Qin Tian and Ying Zheng sat facing each other.

The tent curtains were drawn tightly, and the armored soldiers outside had been kept far away; no one dared to approach within thirty paces.

This was an order personally issued by Ying Zheng. Without his permission, no one was allowed to enter within thirty paces; violators would be executed.

Zhao Gao wanted to say something more, but after being glanced at by Ying Zheng, he retreated dejectedly.

There were only two people in the tent at that moment.

Qin Tian appeared very relaxed.

He sat cross-legged on the felt rug, his back slightly hunched, his hands casually resting on his knees, exuding an extremely relaxed state.

On that young face, the indifference and aloofness that he had maintained in front of others had largely faded away, replaced by a sense of unguarded casualness.

Ying Zheng sat opposite him, his back ramrod straight. Although his body was so weak that he looked like he might collapse at any moment, his posture was still as upright as a drawn sword.

This is a habit ingrained in one's bones, an instinct developed over more than twenty years as an emperor: one must never lose the dignity of an emperor, at any time or in any situation.

Qin Tian's gaze fell on Ying Zheng's face. Looking at his sallow complexion, sunken eye sockets, and those still sharp but undeniably tired eyes, a pang of sorrow rose in his heart.

This is Qin Shi Huang.

That emperor who swept across the land and unified the world, a figure of unparalleled power throughout history.

He had read countless records about this person in history books and seen countless versions of his portrayal in movies and TV dramas—some were dignified, some were violent, some were lonely, and some were insane.

But when you actually stand in front of this person, all those impressions become pale and thin.

He was a living, breathing person, someone who, even in the final moments of his life, maintained imperial dignity and refused to let anyone see his vulnerability.

Qin Tian's voice was much gentler than before: "Your Majesty, you are not feeling well."

He had already said this once outside, but that was for the general public, carrying a sense of detachment, as if he were "an immortal scrutinizing mortals."

Now, when I say it again, the tone is completely different; it's less condescending and more genuinely concerned.

"Let me heal your body first," Qin Tian said.

A flicker of emotion crossed Ying Zheng's eyes.

Cured?

He knows his own body best.

It wasn't just a simple "not so good," but a feeling that my time was running out and I didn't have much time left.

These days, he can clearly feel the vitality in his body slipping away little by little, like sand in an hourglass, which can not be held back no matter what.

But the person in front of me said, "Healed."

Ying Zheng bowed slightly and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Immortal."

The gesture was performed very naturally, without the slightest hint of reluctance.

He was the ruler of a country, and others were always the ones to bow to him. But what was the point of bowing to an immortal who could fly through the air and break trees with a wave of his hand?

He had sought immortality for over twenty years. If this person could truly bring him the path to immortality, he would gladly perform any rituals he was asked to.

Qin Tian did not refuse. He simply nodded slightly, then moved to sit next to Ying Zheng.

"Your Majesty need not move, just remain seated," Qin Tian said, raising his right hand and gently placing his palm on Ying Zheng's back.

The moment Qin Tian's palm touched Ying Zheng's back, he could feel Ying Zheng's body stiffen noticeably.

An emperor never allowed anyone to touch his body from behind.

The only people who could stand behind him were his most trusted close advisors, but even that was only "standing behind" him; no one dared to touch him directly.

But Ying Zheng quickly relaxed, even leaning forward slightly to expose more of his back to Qin Tian's palm.

This relaxation is worth more than a thousand words.

Qin Tian's lips curved slightly, he closed his eyes, and began to circulate the Yuan energy within his body.

Yuan energy surged from his palm, slowly and gently seeping into Ying Zheng's body.

After breaking through to the Yuan Shi realm, Qin Tian gained a deeper understanding of the characteristics of Yuan power.

Yuanli is the most fundamental energy in this universe; it is omnipresent and encompasses everything.

It can be devastating, snapping trees in half with a wave of the hand and shaking the earth with a stomp.

It can also be nourishing, warming the meridians, repairing damage, expelling toxins, and revitalizing the body.

The key lies in the intention of the person using it.

The warm Yuan energy seeped into Ying Zheng's body inch by inch, following his meridians.

Qin Tian closed his eyes, sensing the feedback as the Yuan energy flowed through Ying Zheng's body.

The state of those meridians, the condition of the internal organs, and the circulation of qi and blood were all clearly presented to Qin Tian's perception through the touch of his primordial energy.

Ying Zheng's health condition was worse than Qin Tian had anticipated.

The meridians are blocked in many places, and some meridians have even developed tiny cracks.

The condition of the internal organs is also not optimistic, especially the lungs and liver, which have accumulated a large amount of toxins and blood stasis, turning black in color and emitting a putrid smell.

What Qin Tian was even more concerned about was that Ying Zheng had a sense of "decay".

It's a systemic aging process where cell activity decreases, organ function declines, and even the hematopoietic function in the bone marrow weakens.

This is not a problem that developed overnight, but rather the result of over twenty years of overwork, exhaustion, and an obsession with the elixir of immortality.

Ying Zheng's body was like an overused machine, which could fall apart at any moment.

Fortunately, they ran into me.

Qin Tian secretly rejoiced. If he had arrived a few days later, when Ying Zheng fell ill and was on the verge of death at Pingyuanjin, even with the most miraculous Yuan power, it would have taken a lot of effort to pull a dying person back from the brink of death.

But it's not too late now.

Qin Tian took a deep breath and poured more Yuan energy into Ying Zheng's body.

The Yuan energy first enters through a major acupoint on Ying Zheng's back, then slowly ascends along the Du meridian, passing through Mingmen, Xuanshu, Jizhong, Zhongshu, Jinsuo, Zhiyang, Lingtai, Shendao, Shenzhu, and Taodao, all the way up to Dazhui.

This is the basic path of the Zhou Tian (a system of celestial bodies).

Wherever the Yuan Power passed, the blocked meridians were gradually cleared, and the tiny cracks slowly healed under the nourishment of the Yuan Power. The broken parts were reconnected, and the dry parts were moistened again.

Then comes the Ren meridian. The primordial energy branches off from the Dazhui point and flows downward along the midline of the body, passing through the Tiantu, Xuanji, Huagai, Zigong, Yutang, Tanzhong, Zhongting, Jiuwei, Juque, Shangwan, Zhongwan, Jianli, Xiawan, Shuifen, Shenque, Qihai, Shimen, Guanyuan, Zhongji, all the way to Qugu.

Each time he passed an acupoint, Ying Zheng's body would tremble slightly.

The feeling was wonderful, like parched land finally receiving timely rain.

The meridians, which had been eroded by toxins for years, became clean, clear, and full of vitality under the cleansing of the Yuan energy, as if they had been washed with clear water.

Time passed quietly.

Ying Zheng kept his eyes closed and remained motionless.

His breathing gradually became steady after it started to be rapid.

His complexion was changing little by little; the sallow color was slowly fading away, replaced by a healthy rosy glow.

The hollows around his eyes seemed to have become shallower, the cracks on his lips were healing, and the faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth had long since dried and been dissolved by his Yuan energy.

Half an hour has passed.

Qin Tian kept his eyes closed, his palms pressed against Ying Zheng's back, motionless.

Treating Ying Zheng's body was more difficult than he had anticipated.

Yuanli itself does not need to consume his own energy, because Yuanli is omnipresent and inexhaustible; he only needs to guide it.

However, guiding the flow of Yuan energy within another person's body requires extremely precise control. If one is not careful, the Yuan energy may become too intense and damage the other person's fragile meridians.

This half-hour of meticulous control was more exhausting than half a month of arduous training in the forest.

However, it's worth it.