Today, a God Would Emerge in Town

A few days later, the village chief indeed sent someone to take Qin Wangchuan's measurements and make clothes for him.

The person left after working for only a short time.

Qin Zhaoer had already measured all the necessary dimensions long ago.

The person came, but only checked the records once.

Seeing her bustling around with such enthusiasm, Qin Wangchuan finally couldn't resist.

Why are you so concerned about this?

Back in the Immortal Court, Qin Zhaoer clearly possessed exceptional talent, yet she never cultivated.

But when it comes to making clothes, she's like a different person, enjoying it immensely and never getting enough of it.

And now, they want to make some small items again, according to the specifications.

"You wouldn't understand the fun in this." Qin Zhaoer didn't even look up, gesturing enthusiastically with the soft ruler in her hand.

She couldn't really explain it either.

Firstly, life in town is relaxed; no one cares or restricts you, and you can do whatever you want.

Secondly, she is meticulous in her work, and this attention to detail in every stitch suits her personality perfectly.

There was another layer, but she didn't say it aloud.

These clothes are for Qin Wangchuan.

She wasn't comfortable with clothes cut and sewn by others, and... wasn't very willing to accept them.

Only when someone wears something that I've made myself, stitch by stitch, can I feel at ease.

Qin Zhaoer herself didn't quite understand this little scheme; she simply thought it was about wanting to do things perfectly.

Days passed by, stitch by stitch.

Qin Wangchuan didn't go to see the clothes when they were finished.

Qin Zhaoer, gestured to him for a long time as if presenting a treasure.

"It's done! The effect is amazing, guaranteed to be perfect—just wait and wow everyone!"

I'm just looking forward to it and getting busy.

The Welcoming Deity Festival has finally arrived.

On the day of the Welcoming Deity Festival, just as dawn was breaking, someone came to summon Qin Wangchuan to make preparations.

This is a major event that happens only once every three years in the town, and it cannot be taken lightly.

The departure was scheduled for early morning, with the Divine Guard protecting them. They would set off from Willow Creek Town, tour the other two towns, and then lead the believers back, a journey that would last a full day and night.

For this day, every household got up before dawn.

He followed the guide into the town, and in the dim morning light, the scenery along the way was quite different from what he had seen before.

Every household was decorated with lanterns and colorful banners, and red silk ribbons were hung high in front of their doors.

What's most eye-catching is everyone's outfit.

The old rules of the town.

On the day of welcoming the gods, no matter how tight life is on ordinary days, one must wear the most respectable and gorgeous clothes.

Even if it only looks glamorous, it is still a form of respect for the gods.

So, looking around the streets, one sees silks and satins, and flowers in full bloom. The usually drab town suddenly exudes an air of wealth and prosperity.

Whoever finished tidying up first would take their needles, thread, and silk to help the neighbors who hadn't finished yet.

You help me cut, I'll sew for you; the streets and alleys are bustling with activity.

As Qin Wangchuan walked along, familiar faces appeared one after another.

In front of the butcher shop, Zhang the butcher, unusually not wielding a knife, was solemnly fastening his brand-new belt. Upon seeing Qin Wangchuan, he grinned and was about to greet him.

"The Wangchuan-- "

"Shh!" Someone next to him grabbed him and whispered, "Have you forgotten the rules? We can't call each other by our first names today!"

Butcher Zhang nodded eagerly.

"Oh, I almost forgot..."

After answering, he froze.

"Wait a minute, it hasn't even started yet!"

"... Yeah, that's true."

The person who was pulling him scratched his head.

The two looked at each other blankly, which drew laughter from those around them.

Qin Wangchuan smiled helplessly, remained silent, and continued walking forward.

Everyone else had closed their businesses and was busy preparing for the festival, but Uncle Lu's noodle stall was still open.

Before the welcoming of the gods officially began, he wanted to seize this opportunity to earn a few more copper coins.

Upon seeing Qin Wangchuan, he waved warmly.

"They're here! This is incredible! We're going to be immortals in Wangchuan today!" he said, wiping his hands with a handkerchief. "By the way, we got a new batch of mushrooms recently, they're very fresh. I'll take some to Zhao'er later."

"That's great," Qin Wangchuan said. "She was just saying a few days ago that she wanted to eat some wild game."

Uncle Lu beamed with joy when Qin Zhaoer was mentioned.

"That girl's skills these days, wow, she's surpassed her teacher! As her teacher, I'm almost out of things to teach her."

"Thanks to Uncle Lu for teaching me."

"Oh, she's just naturally gifted." Uncle Lu waved his hand, chuckling.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Qin Wangchuan continued walking forward.

Further on, they ran into Blacksmith Song.

He didn't work today; he came specifically to join in the fun of welcoming the gods and stood by the street.

Uncle Song was always arrogant, looking down on people and rarely giving them a second glance.

However, he rarely held Qin Wangchuan in such high regard.

"I heard your pharmacy is doing quite well lately?" Uncle Song asked casually, his hands behind his back.

"It's alright," Qin Wangchuan replied. "It's not much of a business, just lending a hand in my spare time."

"I think your aptitude for blacksmithing is far superior to those fools." Uncle Song frowned, as if he felt sorry for him. "Instead of being distracted by both blacksmithing and treating patients, you should focus all your energy on this one skill."

With skills like yours, you'll never have to worry about making money again.

"Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Song." Qin Wangchuan's tone was gentle, but he didn't budge. "I also have my reasons."

Uncle Song stared at him for a moment, and seeing that he didn't seem to be just being polite, he didn't try to persuade him any further.

He's trained at least eighty or a hundred apprentices, but he's never encountered one like Qin Wangchuan before.

"... What a pity." He shook his head and said this.

The area in front of the bookstore is usually busier.

Uncle Li was holding a stack of newly bound booklets and talking to someone.

Qin Wangchuan recognized the man at a glance.

Fan Yuan.

In recent years, Uncle Li somehow managed to get involved with Soaring Tower, and over time, he became close to Fan Yuan.

They benefited greatly from this connection in business.

Uncle Li was the first to tell Fan Yuan about the Welcoming Deity Festival.

Upon seeing Qin Wangchuan approach, Fan Yuan quickly went to greet him and bowed respectfully.

"Gentlemen."

He took a half step closer, lowered his voice, and spoke mysteriously.

"I've prepared a surprise for you today; you'll find out soon enough."

"Surprise?"

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow and repeated the sentence.

On such a holiday, Fan Yuan probably doesn't have many surprises to offer.

My thoughts suddenly turned to White Dew, who had disappeared for quite some time.

It's mostly related to it.

Further ahead is Jiang Zhuo.

Today, he waited by the roadside and carefully examined Qin Wangchuan. Finally, he gave a soft "hmm".

"... decent."

Just two words, yet more genuine than any compliment.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Jiang Zhuo seemed to remember something and casually began to speak.

"By the way, that old matter... I've had people investigate for so long, but I still haven't found out which kind person took care of that beast for me."

The head of that vicious tiger from back then was taken off by someone and silently returned to his home.

Having avenged his great grudge, he couldn't even find anyone to thank him.

As he spoke, Jiang Zhuo raised his eyes and gave Qin Wangchuan a meaningful look.

Over the past few years, he had witnessed how close Qin Wangchuan and Fan Yuan of Soaring Tower had become.

My suspicions have been lingering for quite some time.

Qin Wangchuan met his gaze calmly.

They neither admitted it nor acknowledged it.

Neither did they deny it.

Jiang Zhuo didn't point it out, but just chuckled softly and patted his shoulder.

"Good boy, good boy."

Along the way, Qin Wangchuan paused only when passing the academy in the east of the town.

The door was tightly shut, covered with a thin layer of dust, indicating that no one had entered or exited it for a long time.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze lingered on the door for a moment, a fleeting thought of longing crossing his mind, before he looked away and walked forward with his expression unchanged.

Before long, they arrived at their destination.

Before my eyes were several women bustling about making preparations.