Allow the people who live by water on this vast land to come to Aqini. All monks, nuns, and Taoist cultivators who can support themselves may come to this city. If you wish to gain without labor by proclaiming the Buddha, please go elsewhere. For those who create scenes and display myriad divine abilities to embellish their facades, so-called cultivators will be greeted by the Stick Monk Thirteen personally taught by the living Buddha of Central Earth. This broad-shouldered man with extremely developed biceps, wielding a water and fire rod as thick as a bowl, will discuss Buddhism and Taoism with you while holding a steaming teapot. You had better truly want to discuss Buddhism and Taoism with him. Li Guanyi handed one-third of the gold, silver, and artifacts to Fan Qing, asking him to go elsewhere to rescue the so-called serfs and slaves. Fan Qing looked at the chests full of gold and silver and said, "This is a lot of gold and silver." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel·fıre·net Li Guanyi replied, "Therefore, we must bring them back." Fan Qing said, "But this gold and silver end up in the hands of the nobles." Li Guanyi patted his shoulder, the young Lord’s eyes like a tiger, smiled calmly and said, "It’s only stored with them temporarily." "One day, we will retrieve it!" Fan Qing saw that in his eyes, the former indifference turned sharp. He bowed his head in agreement. Indeed, in Fan Qing’s eyes, this was the declaration of Marquis Qin Wu, a top founder of Central Plains, but in Nangong Wumeng’s eyes, it was this little pauper angrily recording the human traffickers in his notebook on one side. Appearing generous on the surface, but biting the towel behind the scenes, wanting to swallow these guys whole. Thus, the Central Plains people who fled here, the Western Regions tribes who left their homeland, all gathered here, the population once exceeded one million, and with war spoils and support from the Duke Mansion of Ying Country, barely sustained through commerce. For officials, talent was used regardless of background, employing people from Central Plains, the Western Regions, and wandering tribes. As long as there is talent, they would be employed. Education was established, preserving the characters of the Western Regions while mandating the learning of Central Plains script. Breaking taboos and rules, eliminating many old bad habits, and not opposing intermarriage among various ethnic groups and tribes, Aqini’s area gained great reputation for a time, vaguely attracting many wandering tribes to come. Fan Qing racked his brains to compose promotional language to promote Aqini City. But the effect was really unsatisfactory. His background was very simple, having been a martial artist and traveled through the Martial World, with illegal tattoos on his body which old ghosts like Shi Dalin had removed, leaving him with little literary talent. Breaking Army, after a glance, rewrote Fan Qing’s content in the time it took to drink a cup of tea. Weaving it into ballads by aligning it with the syllables and rhythm of the Western Regions’ language. Even composing tunes and using different musical performance methods. After seeing it, Fan Qing thought it was simply divine. Then, using a bowl of fruit as payment, he asked the little girl Saatanati to sing it, and thus, as the caravans of Aqini City ventured out in all directions, in the desert, stopping under the moonlight, travelers passing by and groups of merchants all heard the singing of young girls. Carried by the wind came the sound of wind chimes, in the wind the spirit asked, traveler, where are you going? If you seek knowledge, go to Aqini City. There are sages from all over the Western Regions, even the spirits are enamored with their debates. If you seek wealth, please go to Aqini City. There are clear camel bells bringing the wind from Central Plains and Jiangnan, gathering the golden glow of wealth. If you, traveler, if you seek a homeland, please go to Aqini City. There is the original Tian Ge’er, brothers dancing under his radiance, let us drink wine and sing the victory of peace together, rivers flowing with milk, portraits drifting in the wind, a land of wealth and victory, of homecoming. Fan Qing’s promotional purpose, along with the rhythm and timing between different syllables, combined with the coordination of melodies and songs, the girls’ clear and pleasant voices, the men beating on waist drums, huqins, and traveling the trade routes like the yellow sands and moonlight. Aqini City gradually flourished. At this time, more than one person said to Li Guanyi that it was time to change the name of the city: "A name is the original affiliation, if it is just using this name buried for three hundred years, then who will know this is a new city?" So on this day, Li Guanyi picked up a pen and wrote down the new city name. The people at the Heavenly Strategy Mansion in the Western Regions of Anxi City formed the [Protectorate of Anxi]. [Protectorate] is a subordinate organization of the [Heavenly Strategy Mansion]. It commanded all matters of the Western Regions desert from Jiangnan. "Anxi City, Protectorate of Anxi..." Li Guanyi picked up the pen and looked at the words he had written, showing a bit of a wistful, complex smile, then said to Mr. Lei Laomeng beside him: "Let it be, my handwriting was taught by my aunt." "It may have some structural intent, but it can’t compare to hers." "Anxi City, An as to stabilize the Western Regions, ha, this name is not bad!" The versatile Lei Laomeng personally engraved it on the hardest Green Steel Rock of the Western Regions, which was then replaced, and from then on, Aqini City, which had persisted on this land for hundreds of years, fell completely into the dust of history. The new [Anxi City], gathering the Western regionized Central Plains people, Central Plainsized Western Regions people, tribe warriors escaping their homeland, scholars aspiring for achievements, stood in the desert. At the location of the Protectorate of Anxi, the people lived in harmony, though constrained by law, revered and feared the law, yet without grudge, a place of peace on this land, guarded by a valiant cavalry, the Western Regions’ Bright Pearl, with various names gradually prospering.