Qin Shi Huang wanted to do whatever he pleased. Fang Zheng did not want to ask, did not want to hear, and even less did he want to interfere.
To put it in a not-so-"politically correct" way, Qin Shi Huang's unification of the Six States had laid an unprecedented foundation for the future unification of Chinese civilization. On that merit alone, he could do whatever he wanted. Whether he wanted to build the Epang Palace, construct his imperial mausoleum, or bury tens of thousands of workers with him, that was his freedom.
What Fang Zheng could do was influence him through his students. Of course, if that did not work, then he would give up.
As his students had said, Qin Shi Huang spent all day seeking immortals and the Dao. If Fang Zheng showed himself, he could definitely pull him back. But Fang Zheng would not do such a thing. It was not because he feared violating the mandate of history. First, Fang Zheng had his own plans. Second, these matters showed that Qin Shi Huang was not suited to cultivation. If he truly succeeded in cultivating immortality, who knew what might happen?
So after thinking it over, Fang Zheng decided to watch Qin Shi Huang carry on according to the course of history. It was like someone with terminal cancer and little time left—they could naturally do whatever they wanted and indulge themselves freely... Mortals had limited lives, and given Qin Shi Huang's achievements, he truly was qualified to enjoy himself and let loose...
Besides, to be honest, Fang Zheng did not think of himself as an immortal either...
"Why can't I see anything at all?"
Standing atop a mountain, Fang Zheng looked at the stars, moon, mountains, and rivers before him. He scratched his head, speechless. During