A Clan, A City: The Qin Clan of the Middle Thousand Provinces

"Please rest, sir. I'll go to another room to comfort you." The waiter bowed and was about to leave.

The Jiujiu had been quietly perched on Qin Wangchuan's shoulder suddenly tilted its head and "poof" spat out a Spirit Stone the size of a grain of rice, yet shimmering with light, which landed precisely in the waiter's palm.

It flaps its wings, as if to say: Well done, here's a reward for you!

It was quite pleased with the scene of Jiang Yan turning pale with fright earlier.

"Oh, sir, this spirit pet is truly intelligent!" The waiter looked at Jiujiu with curiosity before taking his leave again.

After he left, Qin Wangchuan lightly tapped the window frame with his fingertips. "Looks like I have a place to go next."

"The Qin Clan?" Jiang Yan was taken aback. "But didn't the waiter say that not everyone can obtain that cultivation technique..."

"Others are others." Qin Wangchuan turned to look at the deepening twilight outside the window. "We are us."

At this moment, the waiter, who had just stepped out of the room, weighed the pitifully small Spirit Stone in his hand and chuckled, "This is the first time I've received a reward from a bird; quite novel..."

The words abruptly stopped.

He suddenly brought the Spirit Stone close to his eyes, and saw that inside the tiny crystal, there was Dao Rhyme that flowed endlessly like a galaxy.

This is not an ordinary High-grade Spirit Stone, nor Top-grade Spirit Stone, nor even the legendary spirit jade.

Rather, it's something I can't understand!

This means...

"This bird... that Young Master... is not simple!" The waiter's heart pounded, and a surge of heat rushed through his heart.

The waiter instinctively wanted to turn around and curry favor, but stopped after taking one step.

"Enough. Too much entanglement with such important people will only ruin our chances. Everything is up to fate." He shook his head with a wry smile, carefully tucking the Spirit Stone away from his body. A glimmer of light rekindled in his eyes, a light he had held for years. "Perhaps..."

Should I resume my spiritual practice?

Outside the window, distant thunderclouds surged, indicating a rainy day.

Just as Qin Wangchuan and his companions finished packing and were about to leave, large raindrops began to pelt down.

Starting from Middle Thousand Provinces, the rainwater was no longer ordinary raindrops.

It contains the Great Dao Nourish, which is harmless to plants and mortals. However, if a cultivator is exposed to it, it can easily accumulate impurities in their body, hindering their cultivation.

Looking at the dense rain outside the door, Jiang Yan asked with a worried expression, "Eldest Brother, do you have any ways to avoid the rain? Like Rain Talisman or something?"

Qin Wangchuan nodded. "Yes."

Jiang Yan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good..."

But before he could fully relax, Qin Wangchuan continued, "But I didn't learn it."

"..." Jiang Yan almost choked, coughing twice.

Looking helplessly at the gray sky, he sighed half-jokingly, "What bad luck! I was just about to leave when this heavy rain started. I wish it would stop soon."

Qin Wangchuan also looked up at the sky and casually echoed, "Yeah, I wish the rain would stop."

Within moments of him finishing speaking, the torrential rain visibly subsided.

In a short while, the clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and the sun shone again, leaving only the wet ground as proof that it had just rained.

"?!" Jiang Yan stared in disbelief, then overjoyed, he jumped up, pointed one finger to the sky and the other to his nose, and excitedly shouted to Qin Wangchuan, "Eldest Brother, look! This rain is so obedient! I said it would stop, and it stopped! Non-Self some kind of reincarnated True Dragon? My Law Follows Words!"

His exaggerated actions drew the attention of several passersby who were also sheltering from the rain. They looked at the man gesticulating wildly with strange expressions and spoke frankly:

"Another idiot."

"I saw one a while ago too. That guy went crazy and was yelling in the street, saying there were red-haired monsters everywhere."

Qin Wangchuan ignored the stares of others, but genuinely pondered Jiang Yan's words for a moment.

Reincarnation of True Dragon?

He immediately shook his head slightly, his calm tone shattering Jiang Yan's illusions. "Even a reincarnated True Dragon isn't necessarily that strong."

Jiang Yan had never seen it, but Qin Wangchuan had indeed seen it and killed someone.

Having said that, he didn't linger and took a step forward.

Ye Jianwei behind, stepping into the fresh air after the rain.

Jiang Yan scratched his head, quickly suppressed his excitement, and hurried to catch up.

After a journey of several more days, they finally arrived at their destination.

The group stood before the enormous city.

The towering city walls stretch to the horizon, with only the imposing character "Qin" hanging above the Heavenly Gate, radiating an invisible pressure.

At the city gate, the crowds were numerous yet orderly.

Jiang Yan stood on tiptoe and heard the two Rogue Cultivator ahead of him complaining:

"Have you heard? Seventy percent of the buildings inside are off-limits to outsiders like us!"

"Indeed, this is the only place in the Qin Clan that serves tea; there are no other branches. They're really something else..."

Before the Rogue Cultivator could finish speaking, he was elbowed by his companion and shut up sheepishly.

Jiang Yan shrank back, moved closer to Qin Wangchuan, and whispered, "Eldest Brother, this place sounds a bit... stingy?"

Just then, after a very subtle ripple on Qin Wangchuan's face, his originally handsome face became extremely ordinary, making him almost unrecognizable in a crowd.

In fact, Qin Wangchuan and Ye Jianwei always wore specially made masks.

This mask is a special Law Treasure made by the Second Brother. It is not a complete disguise, but rather a way to make his appearance "ordinary" by subtly adjusting details such as the distance between his eyebrows and eyes and the curvature of his nose.

This was to suppress that aura.

But to enter the Qin Clan's territory at this moment, these minor adjustments are not enough; a greater change is needed.

Ye Jianwei white veil also rippled, instantly transforming into a bland face.

Jiang Yan, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed, gesturing back and forth between the two men with his fingers. "What... what are you doing?"

Qin Wangchuan looked at him calmly with his new face, his voice extremely low, barely audible to those around him. "Actually, I have an old grudge against the Qin Clan."

"Old grudges?!" Jiang Yan's eyes widened instantly, his voice suddenly rising, then he quickly covered his mouth, looking around in alarm, and whispered:

"You dare to sneak into someone's lair if you have a grudge against them?! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Let's take a gamble," Qin Wangchuan said, his tone still flat. "They won't recognize us."

Looking at Qin Wangchuan's unmoved demeanor, and then at the blind girl and Jiujiu, Jiang Yan had no choice but to swallow back all his questions and worries, his face clearly saying, "You'd better be sure."

After paying the entrance Spirit Stone, the group followed the flow of people through the deep doorway.

As soon as Jiang Yan stepped into the city, he stopped abruptly and gasped.

"This...!"

All his previous notions about "stinginess" were shattered in an instant.

Big!

These were the first words that popped into his mind.

The street before us was wider than we could have imagined, wide enough for dozens of carriages to ride side by side, stretching straight to the horizon.

The buildings on both sides are not exquisite pavilions with carved beams and painted rafters, but are built with huge black stones, with a simple and majestic style, reaching straight into the sky and bringing a strong sense of oppression.