After leaving the village, Qin Ran changed into another body shape and continued to rush towards the capital of Xuanqin, Mo City, without stopping.
He sped along for another day and when he was almost close to Mo City, he stopped.
He remembered that Zhao Yaqing had said that there was a great priest in the court who was probably very powerful. Therefore, he couldn't fly into Mo City so brazenly.
His best option was to disguise himself as a mortal and sneak in, then wait for his chance.
It was already afternoon and the sky was dim. Although it was no longer snowing, the weather was still gloomy and cold.
There was a long queue at the gate of Mo City, all of them were people who wanted to enter the city. Qin Ran looked from a distance and saw that most of them were elderly people and women.
He walked over, and his figure quietly changed into an old man, silently standing at the end of the line.
The ground was damp and cold, the sky was dim, and no one in the long line spoke. It was very quiet, but it also made Qin Ran feel dead silent.
The team was moving forward in an orderly and regular manner. This civilized and orderly queue with no one cutting in line made Qin Ran feel like he was in modern times.
After a trip to Xuanqin, he truly felt that the country of Xuanqin was very different from Northern Chu.
Northern Chu was just an ordinary feudal dynasty, but Xuan Qin was more disciplined and old-fashioned... or perhaps it could be said that it was more law-abiding.
The line shortened and approached the city gate. Qin Ran discovered that when everyone entered the city, they would hand over a piece of paper and a black object that he did not recognize to the city gate guard. The guard would carefully read the paper, take the black object and check it, and finally ask the person entering the city something. After confirming that everything was correct, he would return the paper and black object before allowing the person to enter the city.
"What is that? Is it so strict to enter a city?!" Qin Ran frowned. It didn't feel like he was entering an ancient city gate, but rather a modern train station security gate. He needed an ID card, a ticket, and had to make sure he didn't have any controlled knives or flammable or explosive dangerous goods on him. "Are Xuan Qin's laws so strict?"
But no matter what, he didn't have those two things. As the team moved forward, he kept paying attention to what the people in front of him handed out, and then he slowly understood:
The paper is a letter of introduction, explaining what the person entering the city is doing. The letter of introduction is written by people with a certain authority, such as the village head or the county head. The black thing is a photo sticker, which is really similar to an ID card. It contains the basic information of the person entering the city, such as name, gender, date of birth, place of residence, etc. The purpose of the interrogation is to determine whether the information you provide is accurate, and then to check whether you are carrying any weapons.
“Is this something that would appear in a feudal dynasty?” Qin Ran felt a little confused.
Soon, it was his turn. He pretended to reach out and touch his arms, then suddenly looked up, his eyes lit up, and the pupil magic world quietly unfolded.
The guard at the city gate looked at him and saw that he was holding a letter of introduction and a photo. He took them naturally, checked them carefully, and confirmed that they were correct. Then he asked as expected:
"Can you carry swords and other weapons?"
"No."
"Where are you from?"
"Anlu City."
"What are you doing here?"
"Go to relatives."
"Who are the relatives?"
"There is a pancake vendor in West City named Wu Dalang."
…
The guard asked a few more similar questions, and only after confirming everything did he make way and allow Qin Ran to enter the city.
Kieran walked past him, and another guard came over to briefly check him before letting him in completely.
As soon as he entered the city gate, he heard someone behind him asking: "General, why doesn't that person use a pass, a photo, or a letter of introduction?"
Just now he cast an illusion on the guards at the city gate, but did not cast an illusion on the people behind him.
"How come he doesn't have a ID? He has one!" the guard answered loudly, "I checked it and confirmed it's correct. I'm following the laws and regulations issued by His Majesty! Don't talk nonsense!"
But another person said, "I clearly saw that he had nothing in his hand! You didn't see anything!"
Seeing several people nearby swearing so confidently, the guard couldn't help but hesitate. He turned back doubtfully to call the man, but when he turned around, he found that the man had disappeared in the crowd.
"Don't talk nonsense, I have checked it myself..." He had no choice but to turn around and scold these ignorant and unruly people.
Qin Ran had already entered the city, but he saw that although there were people on the street, most of them were old people. There was little sound coming and going, not even the sound of vendors hawking their wares. After walking for a while, he realized that the people coming and going were like zombies. Suddenly, he thought he had arrived in a ghost town.
"Why is Xuan Qin like this..." He frowned and thought for a while before he came up with an adjective, "Lifeless!"
This does not look like a prosperous, powerful and terrifying feudal empire, nor does it look like an ambitious country. Instead, it seems dull, old-fashioned, overly rule-bound and lifeless.
In his previous life, he had heard about the prosperous times in ancient times, when people sang and danced, poets and scholars moved to other places, and there were great achievements in civil and military affairs, flourishing culture, and abundant martial virtues...
But he did not see any prosperous scene in Mo City, the capital of the Xuan Qin Empire... There was not a single dandy, playboy, or scholar to be seen.
After wandering around this decadent city for a while, Qin Ran saw that most of the people he saw were elderly people, which was quite boring. Seeing that it was getting dark, Qin Ran just found an inn and went in.
As expected, the inn also required a photo and registration information before check-in, so he had to use the illusion of the psychedelic innkeeper to move into the inn.
As night fell, the darkness deepened little by little, and the cold wind blew the snowflakes again. The snow, which had stopped for half a day, fell happily in the middle of the night.
Qin Ran climbed out of the window and walked out of the inn. He came to the street outside, wrapped his cloak tightly around him, identified the direction, and rushed towards the direction of the palace.
As the capital of Xuan Qin, Mo City did not have a rich nightlife. Just after the hour of Xu, the government imposed a curfew. At this time, Qin Ran was walking on the street. The street was long and wide, but there was no one in sight. Only the cold wind and snow accompanied him.
The city was the territory of the high priest, so he did not dare to cast spells easily, so he did not move very fast. At most, he ran quickly in the dark corners with his divine steps. He ran like this for more than an hour, and it was past three o'clock before he approached the solemn and majestic palace whose main color was black.
Xuan Qin respects black, the army is proud to wear black armor, officials pursue a touch of black on their clothes, the emperor's dragon robe is a black and gold dragon robe, and this palace is also dominated by black.
Qin Ran stood a little further away, looking at the palace, and suddenly felt that this was a demon palace. It was the place where the great demon king in the story would live, and it was scary to look at.
…So, he is the hero of the story?
"I hope not!" He sighed in his heart. Nowadays, hero and warrior are not words used to praise people.
Qin Ran stood here and looked around, trying to find the way into the palace. After searching for a long time, he finally confirmed that given the strictness of the palace, he really could not get in without using magic.
He sighed and thought that he had to use magic...why not go in through the main gate?
Thinking about it, he came back to his senses and walked forward.
However, just as he took a step, a voice suddenly came from behind him, someone shouted at him: "Who is that?"
He turned around and saw a patrol team wearing black and gold armor and extremely gorgeous equipment. Xuan Qin respected black as the color, so it was obvious that they were the Imperial City Guard.
The one who shouted to him was the leader of the guard.
Seeing that he did not answer immediately, the leader waved his hand, and someone behind him immediately took out a crossbow and aimed at him.
"Stand where you are and don't move!" the leader shouted, and signaled his men to surround him.
"well!"
Qin Ran sighed. He had only stood there for a while before he was discovered. Was the defense level of this imperial city so outrageous?
He shook his head, spread out his cloak, performed some magic, turned into water, and disappeared from the sight of the guards.
"Monk?!" the leader frowned.
"General, do you want to notify the Spirit Management Bureau?" a guard asked him.
"The high priest will know..." he said, but paused and called someone over, "Go and inform the Spirit Management Department."
The subordinates took the order and ran straight into the palace.
Qin Ran had already reached the foot of the imperial city. He was invisible, so he could not be seen. He stood at the foot of the wall and looked up at the city wall... The wall was more than ten feet high. Standing here and looking up, it seemed to rise straight into the sky.
Simple and elegant, this is another temperament revealed by Mocheng.
Qin Ran cast a spell and flew towards the top of the city wall. When he was halfway there, he suddenly felt anxious. He vaguely felt that there was something scary on the top of the city wall. It was his spiritual sense that was warning him not to go up there anymore.
He couldn't help but stop.
If it was his real body, he would not hesitate at all and would have run away without caring about his life. But the one who came here was just a clone.
He calmed himself and continued to fly upwards. Despite his palpitations, he flew to the top of the city wall in one go.
Standing on the nearly ten-foot-wide and thick city wall, Qin Ran looked forward at this majestic, grand, solemn and dignified imperial palace. This mortal city gave him a sense of majesty that made him feel terrified.
...It was this imperial city that frightened him.
He took a step forward, but then he dared not move forward any further because there was something in front of him.
He raised his hand and slowly reached forward, and soon, he touched something like a membrane. The moment he touched the membrane, it stimulated him, and the exciting force made the magic power and spiritual energy in his body boil, making him jump up subconsciously as if he had been electrocuted, and almost fell off the wall.
"Formation!" His face changed drastically. He recognized that this was a formation that protected the entire city. Moreover, it was a formation that targeted mana and spiritual energy. In other words, anything with spiritual energy and mana could not pass through this formation. "What a wonderful formation!"
Qin Feng would never have thought that he would encounter such a formation in the mortal world! This is not far from the Daojian Sect's mountain protection formation!
"Who?!" At this moment, he suddenly felt a voice coming down from the gray sky and penetrating into his ears.
He could sense it, not hear it. The voice was directed at him. It was as if the master of the sky was asking him a question.
"Transformation into a god?" Qin Ran was horrified and no longer dared to think about entering the imperial city. He turned around and jumped off the city wall, dived into the moat, and disappeared.
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