Teaching in the Qin Empire

The main story is complete. Please leave a rating. Blurb: He woke up to find that not only had he returned to the tumultuous final years of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, but he had also gained a student. In a few years, Qin would have an emperor for the ages; a few decades later, it would unite the realm. As a tutor to the royal family of such a state, Gu Yan thought he was perfectly safe. Except for his sharp-eyed student, who seemed to have been born with knowledge. Everything else was fine. Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, had been reborn, and everything was the same as in his previous life, except that he had gained a strange teacher. The teacher knew everything, from astronomy to geography, as if an immortal had descended from the heavens. The emperor for the ages was very interested in his teacher. In the late Warring States period, the six kingdoms were in decline. In the ancestral lands of the Gu clan of Fengxiang, the clan elder's second son was born at the hour of the phoenix's cry. Those who saw this thought it a marvel. A traveler looked upon him and said, "This child must be a phoenix from Mount Qi." Qin revered water as a symbol of virtue, so the clan leader named him Yan, meaning to follow the course of water and flow toward the sea. That year, they asked him what he wanted to be. Yan was indifferent. When an elder pressed him, he smiled and said, "Books written by people of our time may sometimes fail to shine, and schools of thought may sometimes be open to debate. But only when the heart and mind break free from the shackles of worldly dogma can they endure for ten thousand generations. As for me, I know next to nothing, and am nothing special, so there is little worth saying." Yan was neither a refined young gentleman nor a stalwart warrior. Everyone said this boy was destined to be a great sage. P.S. People use modern forms of address, like "you," "I," and "he." This isn't a historically rigorous story. Corrections are welcome. The line about books written by people of the time that Gu Yan says was adapted from Mr. Chen Yinke's inscription on the memorial to Mr. Wang Guowei at Tsinghua University. Please add to your reading list: The Days of Performing Sacrifices in the Late Qin and Early Han The people of Chu loved shamanism, and Yun Lan, the eldest daughter of Chu's Mo'ao, thought her life was quite comfortable. It would be even better if the current King of Chu weren't named Xiong You, and if Qin weren't going to overrun Yingdu in six years. Chu shamaness x Zhang Liang, the Marquis of Liu P.S. This isn't a historically rigorous story. Corrections are welcome. (Blurb subject to change.) Civilization Shines Amid the Flames [Quick Transmigration] When a soul from the interstellar age wanted to survive, it was bound to the Survival System and told to stay alive in the nascent worlds of ancient civilizations, despite having no ability to defend itself. Soul: As long as I stay alive? First world: A prisoner of war from a primitive tribe She was a foreign shaman with the power to communicate with heaven and earth, and held in high esteem. But she arrived just after her tribe had been defeated. All the men had been sacrificed to heaven, and she, their spiritual leader, was about to be sent to the sacrificial altar as well. Second world: The childhood dark moonlight of a ruler who united the realm She was a princess of a foreign kingdom who had loved showing off her white-lotus act to protect the gloomy hostage prince from a neighboring state. In truth, she was helping her father get information so he could destroy the prince's homeland. But she arrived at the moment when the prince had united the realm, learned the truth about their childhood, and imprisoned her in a water dungeon. Third world: An orphaned heiress whose wealthy family was stripped of its inheritance. In an age when envoys from every land came to pay tribute, she was the only daughter of a wealthy Jiangnan merchant, doted on by her family. But she arrived after the merchant's sudden death, just as her relatives were scheming to take everything from her and kill her. Fourth world: The Age of Sail. She was the discarded first wife of a scoundrel. Fifth world: A war between civilizations. She was a songstress whose life was as fragile as duckweed. Sixth world: Civilization had been destroyed. She was the last believer of her god. Interstellar soul: Surviving by the skin of my teeth is living, and shining across the world is living too! I won't kneel to survive in body. I want my soul to endure for ten thousand generations and shine forever alongside civilization! In a world of swords and magic, the unattainable East exists beyond reach, where the blessings of the gods take another form. Its people wield ideas as weapons and spirit as a blade. Civilization exists there in another form. The hopes of the past have become eternal memories, and those memories bear countless hopes. In the great torrent of time, countless people like you and me are both observers of history and participants in it. The great river roars with an unyielding spirit; the mighty current surges with a rich variety of ideas. What endures through the centuries is not our names, but the vast legacy left behind us. What the years have accumulated is not our stories, but the great sages behind those stories. We have crossed deserts beneath the setting sun and beheld the emerald waters of Jiangnan. From where has the spring breeze blown once more, scattering the fragrance of ink and the pages of history? And who has recorded our lives across a thousand years? P.S. An East-inspired setting in a Western fantasy world, with high magic and martial arts. The male lead is the embodiment of civilization, a true god. Theme: Even when swept along by fate, we still have lofty ideals that will live forever in our hearts.