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No one can outsmart fate.
Lin Qiubai originally intended to find an Oasis City, first purchasing a reliable map to plan his journey.
Unexpectedly, he encountered bad luck and ran into a Black Sandstorm halfway.
In order to survive, he disregarded directions and just ran wildly. Naturally, he got lost in the vast sea of sand.
Lin Qiubai looked up at the blazing sun, holding his gun and feeling lost. The scorching sand particles made his eyes involuntarily squint.
In his other hand, he held a Brown Viper, thick as a thigh but with its head severed.
Its body writhed, blood dripping rapidly and leaving bright red spots behind Lin Qiubai.
Who told this guy to be so reckless and ambush Lin Qiubai? Just when Lin Qiubai was going crazy from loneliness, he could only catch this unfortunate snake for some amusement.
"Hey!"
Lin Qiubai suddenly perked up, his ears twitching as the sound of a Camel Bell echoed across the dunes, like a stone thrown into the still lake of his heart.
He immediately transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the source of the Camel Bell…
The winding Caravan moved unevenly, with hundreds of massive Camels trailing behind like a moving yellow dune.
They breathed heavily, their burdens as heavy as mountains, yet their humps remained bright and upright as they walked with determined steps. Their footprints sank deep into the sand, left behind by the Caravan, waiting to be buried by the wind…
"Who is it?!"
The guards of the Caravan immediately became alert as several skilled martial artists surrounded Lin Qiubai.
At the front of the Caravan, an elderly man stood beside a lavish carriage and glanced at Lin Qiubai before quickly averting his gaze.
"A lost traveler, no need to be nervous. May I accompany you to the Oasis?"
Among the Caravan was a particularly ornate carriage, and Lin Qiubai's gaze settled on it as he slightly cupped his hands in greeting.
"How did you end up in the middle of the desert?"
The leader of the guards was a young man named Chu Piao, eighteen years old and three years older than Lin Qiubai. He had decent cultivation, having just broken through to the first level of the Yuan Dan Realm, but his aura was somewhat unstable.
However, breaking through to the Yuan Dan Realm at his age indicated considerable talent, suggesting a bright future ahead.
Because of this, Chu Piao spoke arrogantly, looking down on everyone else.
Especially someone like Lin Qiubai, who was merely at the Seventh Layer of the Primordial Realm; he found it hard to take him seriously and was unwilling to extend any goodwill.
"Why don't you hurry up and get lost? You'd be better off dead in the Black Sandstorm, worthless as you are. What’s the point of living?!"
Seeing Lin Qiubai standing tall at nine feet like a spear yet only at the Seventh Layer of the Primordial Realm, Chu Piao couldn't help but sneer. He spat and waved his hand dismissively.
Lin Qiubai's expression remained unchanged as he coldly fixed his gaze on Chu Piao.
In the next moment, he vanished from his spot.
Chu Piao suddenly sensed danger, his expression shifting as he swiftly retreated. As a Yuan Dan Realm expert, his reflexes were extremely quick; however, he could not evade Lin Qiubai's strike, which was as swift and precise as a venomous snake.
A resounding slap echoed through the air, causing the Caravan to come to an abrupt halt as everyone stared in shock at the young man who had blocked their path.
Chu Piao was still in shock, covering half of his swollen face, utterly bewildered.
How could Lin Qiubai, a mere ant at the Seventh Layer of the Primordial Realm, not evade that slap no matter how hard he tried?!
This was too bizarre!
The arrogance on Chu Piao's face vanished completely, replaced by a submissive smile.
He preferred to be treated gently rather than harshly.
This was a common trait among martial artists outside the city areas.
Those with strong abilities naturally earned respect and a higher regard from others.
If one was weak as an ant, they shouldn't expect others to show them kindness.
Who knows if you are being hunted?
Excessive compassion would only invite disaster. There were instances where Caravan had kindly helped injured people by the roadside, only to be completely wiped out by martial artists pursuing them. They suffered an undeserved calamity.
With such lessons learned, Caravan chose to ignore individuals of unknown origins and would even send someone to drive them away.
Just like Chu Piao did.
Thus, Lin Qiubai had no chance to play the role of the underdog; he could only slap back and assert dominance in the situation.
"I will follow your Caravan until we reach the Oasis, then I will leave."
Lin Qiubai's booming voice echoed out. In the center of the Caravan, the silk curtain covering the side window of the carriage was lifted slightly, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes that glanced at Lin Qiubai. Afterward, she whispered a few words to the steward outside the carriage.
The butler quickly approached Chu Piao and whispered a few words.
Chu Piao let out a long breath, bowing and apologizing to Lin Qiubai before stepping back.
Lin Qiubai's gaze fell on the carriage.
The young girl inside had a charming face, but she wore a half mask, upon which a venomous insect beast was perched.
One half of her face was as white as jade, showcasing an extraordinary beauty, while the other half was covered by a fearsome silver mask.
The two contrasting qualities merged together, resembling a rose with thorns, a poppy laced with poison.
It left a deep impression. Many men would probably wish to roughly tear off that mask to catch a glimpse of her beauty.
However, Lin Qiubai did not harbor such lewd thoughts. He quickly withdrew his gaze, acting out of emotion but adhering to propriety.
"This young man, our caravan is headed to Li Li Yi Cheng. We will pass through four hundred thousand miles of desert, with only one Spring Well available for rest and supplies along the way. This journey is fraught with danger. Are you sure you want to follow us?"
"How far is Li Li Yi Cheng from the imperial capital?" Lin Qiubai asked in return.
"Li Li Yi Cheng is at the edge of the desert. After crossing six hundred thousand miles of grassland, we will reach the imperial capital."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiubai pondered for a moment; it seemed that crossing the desert would save quite a bit of distance.
It was still feasible.
He just wondered why this caravan chose to traverse the desert!
There is something suspicious.
However, Lin Qiubai did not dare to ask.
The strongest among the merchant caravan is the steward in front of him, who is at the sixth level of the Yuan Dan Realm. Although he is strong, if Lin Qiubai insists on escaping, even a sixth-level Yuan Dan Realm cultivator cannot stop him.
Therefore, there is no need to be afraid.
"My purpose for this trip is to go to the imperial capital. So I am following the merchant caravan."
Upon hearing this, the steward said no more, chuckling as he returned to the young lady's side. He wished he could add another fighter to their ranks.
Or rather... add another expendable.
Just like those guards, who seem powerful and authoritative, but when it comes to critical moments, they are all expendable.
Lin Qiubai naturally noticed the fleeting hostility in the steward's eyes and quietly took note of it. He remained silent and stepped back, standing in the middle of the long line of the caravan.
Lin Qiubai also had ulterior motives; when danger arises, he would be the first to slip away.
With deep schemes at play, who takes whom seriously?
Don't expect him to act like a hero; that simply does not exist.
The journey continued in silence.
After traveling countless miles, the surrounding sand dunes were endless, with only the sound of camel bells breaking through the monotony of yellow sand and desolation.
[Beep, detected a low-grade King-level Movement Technique: Raging Lizard Sandstep. Would you like to pay 2000 Fortune points to acquire it?]
Hmm?
At this moment, even the camel was drowsy, but Lin Qiubai suddenly felt a surge of energy.
A low-grade King-level Movement Technique?!
This was truly a huge surprise.
Lin Qiubai lifted his weary eyes and glanced at Chu Piao, casually stealing two thousand points from Chu Piao's Fortune value.
Let him experience the harshness of society.
With the low-grade King-level Movement Technique in hand, Lin Qiubai reviewed it in his mind, memorizing the cultivation mantra.
After several breaths, he sighed. A King-level Movement Technique cannot be mastered with just a glance. He needed to find a specific time to calm his mind and comprehend it.
"Alas, it's a bit difficult to comprehend while on the move. With a fivefold increase in Comprehension, wasting even a second feels painful."
Suddenly, Lin Qiubai's eyes lit up as he recalled a Special Item he had obtained from the Beast Taming Sect.
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