The bustling Capital City is entirely different from the Capital of Great Chu.

While both have high platforms and pavilions, looking around, they are filled with flying eaves adorned with carved dragons and painted phoenixes.

But the women here dress more simply and conveniently.

The early autumn weather sees their clothes in vibrant colors, exposing shoulders, fragrant and elegant.

Statues of the Earth God can be seen everywhere on the streets.

In front of each statue, there are fresh offerings.

Bai Zhi’er noticed an interesting phenomenon.

The Capital City has quite a few beggars, but even when begging out of hunger, they don’t touch the offerings in front of the small statues.

She blinked: "Before I came, I heard from Uncle Prime Minister that Qin Kingdom people love to worship gods."

"I thought it was nothing special, but after coming here, realizing that the statues are everywhere, do they truly revere the gods?"

Feng Fuce’s eyes were indifferent, with a subtle smile at the corner of his lips.

He explained to Bai Zhi’er: "The rulers of the Qin Kingdom honor the immortals and believe in Buddhism, so the people follow suit."

"This Capital City of Qin Kingdom has over four hundred temples. Each statue within the temples has been appointed a position."

"Thus, beggars would rather beg than dare touch the ’immortal lords’ offerings; otherwise, they would violate Qin laws and be arrested."

Bai Zhi’er pouts, unable to agree with such a decree.

Can an immortal be more noble than human life?

Some statues are just ordinary clay figures.

They can’t even protect themselves, let alone shelter the world?

Bai Zhi’er shook her head and sighed: "I’ve heard Emperor Qin is only thirty-five years old, how can he so revere the path of the immortals?"

Feng Fuce was about to speak when suddenly a column of Iron Cavalry came swiftly spurring forward from the front.

"Make way! Make way! God is passing, bystanders avoid, do not collide!" The leader urged as he lashed his whip.

Feng Fuce held Bai Zhi’er’s hand and, under the guard of the plain-clothed Xiu Luo Envoy, moved back, standing in front of the crowd.

They moved so fast the commoners didn’t have time to pack up; they could only watch as horse hooves trampled their goods.

Yet there was nothing they could do.

The goods on the stalls were the livelihood of the common people.

But they were trampled to pieces by the horses.

Bai Zhi’er frowned: "Too outrageous, no god should be so domineering!"

Her words were overheard by an Iron Cavalry.

The man immediately reined in his horse and shouted sternly: "How dare you show disrespect to God!"

After he spoke, he swung a whip with a "snap".

However, before the whip could land on Bai Zhi’er, it was caught in mid-air by a long, boned hand.

The Iron Cavalry was startled, not having time to react, while Feng Fuce, with a cold face, directly dragged him down from his horse!

The commoners didn’t know the origin of this group; they were frightened seeing Feng Fuce and his companions daring to resist them, retreating repeatedly.

"How dare you!" The Iron Cavalry who fell stumbled to his feet.

The rest of his mounted comrades hastily reined in their speed, knives hung at their waists as they surrounded them.

Every face looked hostile.

"You dare violate God, and still make a scene in public, do you want to go to the government to face punishment?" The leader’s voice was stern.

Feng Fuce and the Sixth Prince stood in front of Bai Zhi’er.

All they heard was the Sixth Prince speaking coldly: "What constitutes violation? You gallop under the guise of God, causing chaos, if someone is hurt, is that what God wishes to see?"

"You—!" The Iron Cavalry grit his teeth.

Just then, a clear bell sound rang from not far away.

The commoners immediately knelt down, as if summoned by something.