Qin City-A Lawless Land, a Place of Order

The streets were teeming with people, shoulder to shoulder, but unusually, the usual hustle and bustle of a market was almost absent.

"Take a look! These fragments unearthed from High Antiquity ruins contain the supreme Great Dao!"

"The Deerskin Iron I just dug up is extremely potent; I'll trade it for a water-attribute flying sword!"

"A small piece of Spirit Iron passed down from the Upper Realm, a top-grade material for refining Law Artifact, the highest bidder wins!"

Along both sides of the road, cultivators could be seen sitting directly on the ground, with a cloth spread out in front of them, on which Jade Slip, Spirit Grass, ores, broken magic Law Artifact, and even some obscure and intimidating Cultivation Method Secret Manual.

The air was filled with the peculiar scents of various Spirit Grass and minerals, as well as faint fluctuations of Law Power.

Jiang Yan was dazzled by the sight, his mouth unconsciously agape. "Blazing Sun Crystal, Thousand Year Blood Ginseng... <Soul Devouring Art>? They dare to openly sell things like this?!"

He felt like a country bumpkin who had just arrived in the city, his head spinning.

Ye Jianwei, as if 'observing' the bustling street scene with his ears, his voice calm and unwavering:

"Under the Qin banner, no one dares to break the rules."

"Precisely because no one dares to cause trouble here, those shady things can be done openly in broad daylight."

"This place is both a lawless zone and a place of order."

The people here abide by only one law: the law of the Qin Clan.

Qin Wangchuan was not surprised by the scene before him. His gaze lingered briefly on several men in Black Clad who appeared to be standing casually but actually exuded a calm and composed aura—they were the Qin Clan's patrol guards.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with this place on the surface.

Without turning his head, he said, "Let's find a place to set up our stall first."

As the group ventured deeper into the crowd, Jiang Yan couldn't help but look around.

In ordinary cities, most people are just ordinary merchants, while martial arts techniques can only be bought and sold in special places, and most of them are even auctioned.

But it's different here.

There are very few food vendors; you have to look carefully to find one or two.

Everything here is designed solely for cultivators.

Qin Wangchuan led them for a while, and they found an empty spot at a street corner where the main road branched off and the flow of people was slightly less.

He skillfully took out a table and Cloth Banner from his Storage Magic Tool and set up his Talisman Stall.

As soon as the stall was set up, a young man with a capable appearance, dressed in the Green Qin Clan Steward Robes, walked over. He held a Jade Slip in his hand and said succinctly, "New stall? Register."

Qin Wangchuan nodded.

"Origin, business activities, and expected length of stay. According to regulations, 20% of the income from businesses operating within the city is paid as city tax."

"The Wen Dao Palace, Talisman Cultivator, Qing..."

"No need to ask for specific names." The deacon raised his hand to interrupt, his gaze sweeping over Qin Wangchuan with a touch of routine indifference. "Selling talismans? How long will you stay?"

"Tentatively scheduled for January."

The steward continued writing, casually confirming, "Hmm, Wen Dao Palace, Talisman Cultivator, January..." He stopped writing abruptly halfway through his sentence.

He suddenly looked up, and when his gaze fell on Qin Wangchuan again, the previous indifference quickly disappeared, and his tone softened. "My apologies, so you are a fellow Daoist from the Upper Sect."

His attitude changed noticeably, and he made a few more marks on the Jade Slip: "Since you are from the Wen Dao Palace, the tax can be reduced by half, only 10%. This is the voucher, please keep it safe. It can be renewed for free upon expiration. Just come to me with this to report."

He handed over a receipt made of a special material, imprinted with simple runes.

Qin Wangchuan took the receipt, his expression unchanged.

He wasn't surprised by this process at all, because it was exactly the idea he had proposed to his grandfather years ago.

The Qin Clan's influence extends throughout the heavens; it would be a waste to use them only for guarding and receiving guests.

Why not give up a portion of the buildings, establish ironclad rules, and attract cultivators from all directions?

This way, they could collect taxes, gather intelligence, and spread the Qin Clan's fame far and wide.

Over time, the Qin Clan will rise from the lofty Imperial Clan to enter the hearts of everyone.

I never imagined that the idea I casually mentioned would develop so rapidly.

After the steward finished giving his instructions and was about to turn and leave, Jiang Yan asked curiously, like a fool:

"Eldest Brother Steward, why is it that the Wen Dao Palace can reduce taxes? Is there some special reason?"

The deacon stopped, glanced at Jiang Yan, then looked at Qin Wangchuan, who stood calmly to the side, his tone softening slightly:

"The Wen Dao Palace is on good terms with my Divine Son, so he should naturally receive preferential treatment."

The deacon paused as if he wanted to add something, but then dismissed the idea.

Actually, initially, people from the Wen Dao Palace were exempt from taxes when they came to the Qin Clan's residence.

But those people really don't know when to stop; they really know how to fleece anyone they can!

They practically wanted to move their entire family to the Qin Clan's residence; their behavior was rather unseemly.

That's why the rules have been changed to what they are now.

"The Qin Clan Divine Son? Just the name sounds incredibly impressive!" Jiang Yan was taken aback at first, then his face quickly lit up with undisguised excitement and longing as he looked at Qin Wangchuan. "So the Wen Dao Palace is related to the Qin Clan?"

Qin Wangchuan nodded, "We have some connection."

Jiang Yan nervously looked around to make sure the steward was far away before pulling Qin Wangchuan behind the stall and urgently asking in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, "Eldest Brother, since the Wen Dao Palace is on good terms with that so-called Divine Son, how did you get involved with the Qin Clan?"

Hearing Jiang Yan's question, which was both nervous and full of curiosity, Qin Wangchuan's lips curled into a very faint smile, and he said in a low voice, "It's all very casual."

"It's nothing, just impersonating their Divine Son and doing a small thing."

"Identity fraud?!" Jiang Yan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in shock. He instinctively gasped, then quickly covered his mouth, looked around, and leaned closer before giving a thumbs-up and exclaiming in a whisper, "Awesome, Eldest Brother!"

"If you dare to impersonate the Qin Clan's identity in the Wen Dao Palace, wouldn't you be defying the heavens if you were born into the Qin Clan?"

"If they find out about this, they'll tear you apart!"

After saying that, he realized it wasn't enough and quickly shook his head to correct himself. "No, no, no, tearing it apart by hand is too lenient! I'm afraid it would have to be..."

Although Ye Jianwei, she seemed to see the rich changes in Jiang Yan's expression, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

That silly boy.

No one could have imagined that the Qin Clan Divine Son, who should have been high above the clouds, was standing right here.

Just then, a slightly arrogant voice interrupted their whispers:

"Hey, you selling talismans?"

A young monk dressed in fine clothes stood in front of the stall, his gaze sweeping over the banner hanging below, a hint of interest in his eyes.

Qin Wangchuan's smile remained unchanged; he simply raised his hand, pointed to the open space next to the stall, and said to Jiang Yan:

"Being beaten in the past."

Jiang Yan's expression shifted like magic, from shock to excitement to his current distress. His face fell, and he muttered reluctantly under his breath:

"At least... at least let me go for a stroll around town... I've only just set up my stall..."

Despite his complaints, under Qin Wangchuan's calm and unwavering gaze, he still dawdled towards the open space.

Get ready to get beaten up!