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The long supply convoy had trapped Yang Yan's team in the center, ensuring that no matter from which direction the enemy attacked, the twenty or so people in the middle would be the safest. Unless the soldiers outside and the Prison Administration were completely wiped out, there was no way for Yang Yan and the others to escape.
The supply convoy was quite large, with over five thousand people departing from Central Pass to Northern Town Pass. Although there was little interaction between the Dust Realm and the Cultivation World, Bu Luo had already equipped them with essential items for marching and fighting, including various small storage devices.
Among every ten people, at least one carried a ring or storage bag with ten cubic meters of space. With five people, that added up significantly, not to mention the ox carts and horse-drawn vehicles managed by the other nine. This trip to Dong Lai was transporting sixty to seventy thousand stones of grain to the front lines. In such a long supply line, every stone of grain was precious, especially considering that this batch alone contained sixty thousand stones, enough to feed a hundred thousand troops for ten days.
Recently, Yang Yan couldn't help but reflect on his journey. He had started alone on the road and gradually met Yuan San and a few like-minded individuals wandering through life. Later, he hired a cavalry team, and their numbers kept increasing; now they had over five thousand people. Although five thousand didn’t directly involve him, it still brought him joy.
Initially, Yang Yan had been aimlessly searching for Gu Ping. Upon hearing about the war in the Northern Region, he felt he might have a chance to connect with the Cultivation World. Little did he know that he would unexpectedly save someone who turned out to be ruthless himself—what a twist of fate!
Whenever he thought about it, a sweet feeling arose in Yang Yan's heart. Even his cultivation speed unconsciously quickened a bit. However, whenever he practiced spells, he frequently made mistakes. Yet Yang Yan didn’t mind at all; he knew that as long as Gu Ping was around, it wouldn’t be just him and Xiao Gu Yang fighting enemies in battle.
Despite their large numbers, although Dong Lai had significant objectives, they encountered no foolish bandits along the way. This left Xiao Gu Yang feeling somewhat disappointed since he had hoped to act heroically.
While Xiao Gu Yang was unhappy, Gu Ping was pleased because he noticed that both Yang Yan and Xiao Gu Yang were cultivating exceptionally fast. If they continued at this pace toward Northern Town Pass, it wouldn't be surprising if both reached the Foundation Establishment Stage soon—an incredible speed indeed.
Logically speaking, Gu Ping could easily establish his foundation after just one round of practice. Yet these two had never cultivated before; how could they progress so quickly? This puzzled Gu Ping greatly. Perhaps they were born with seeds of enlightenment? He comforted himself with this thought.
In the midst of Yang Yan's reflections on their situation, Xiao Gu Yang remained oblivious to everything else. If others knew what was happening, it could lead to disaster. Currently, Gu Ping couldn’t withstand a full-scale siege from the Daoist Sect; otherwise, why would he hide his identity and navigate between the Light Path Classic and Dao Sect?
Suddenly, what happened?
Si Chengbu from the Prison Administration stepped down from his carriage in Dong Lai and asked as a panicked figure rushed over to explain a few things.
What happened?
Yang Yan also sensed something unusual. The carriage was moving towards Dong Lai, and now the sun was about to set. It seemed like a good time to take advantage of the coolness, but suddenly the carriage stopped in Dong Lai.
"It's nothing. The driver said someone is blocking the road ahead. We might as well go take a look; it could be some cultivators from the Nine Nether Sect."
Si Chengbu said this without a hint of worry, and Bu Luo agreed. With such a large supply of provisions, there surely would be cultivators stationed nearby. They should have enough confidence in that.
Yang Yan didn't share that view, but Gu Ping thought differently.
During the days spent with the escort team, Gu Ping had tested everyone. Aside from Bu Jiangli, who was just a Foundation Practitioner, there were two Nascent Soul Cultivators stationed there. Not to mention Gu Ping, even if a Nine Nether Genius were to come, they wouldn't dare underestimate them.
Time passed slowly. Gu Ping made significant progress every day, but that didn't mean others would fall behind. For geniuses, every moment held the potential for tremendous breakthroughs; that uncertainty was what made genius so rare.
Gu Ping hadn't forgotten that once Mu Qinglong of the Foundation Establishment Realm had also reached Nascent Soul level. What about Wei Wuyou and Lu Chen Zhou, who had once followed Mu Qinglong? Although those individuals couldn't compare to Ye You, Mu Qinglong, and Hong Yulong, they were on the verge of becoming another generation of top-tier cultivators after Xiao Zhang and Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, and Zhang Liuyuan. What kind of terrifying power would Ru Ming and those people possess?
Geniuses—hopes unasked for—Gu Ping silently prayed in his heart. But when he saw the person blocking the road, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
Wei Wuyou.
Gu Ping's voice dropped to a whisper, almost escaping through clenched teeth as he uttered those three words. Yang Yan, with keen ears, clearly heard him.
"Do I know you?"
The genius of Oil Lu Dao, I forgot, was that Wei Wuyou from the late Foundation Establishment stage. I never expected that he would be at the Golden Core Mid-Stage now, and like I don't deny, a Sword Cultivator.
At this moment, it seemed that Wei Wuyou also caught Gu Ping's gaze. In the midst of the clash with the two powerful Nascent Soul cultivators, he glanced at Gu Ping.
The instant he saw Gu Ping and the Old Drunkard, Wei Wuyou realized he had underestimated the situation. If it were an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator, he could handle it alone, even facing two at once as he was now. However, although the Old Drunkard appeared disheveled, Wei Wuyou couldn't see through him at all. It seemed possible that he might even be a Transcendent Practitioner.
While pondering this, Wei Wuyou suddenly let out a long howl towards the sky. His sharp voice pierced through Chang Kong, accompanied by the fading light of Falling Moon. Two more Oil Lu Dao cultivators descended from above, and with a single punch each, they sent the two Nascent Soul Cultivators who were clashing with Wei Wuyou flying away.
Both of them spat out blood and glared weakly at Wei Wuyou in the sky, as if to say that he was all alone and should shut up. Yet those words remained unspoken; after all, both were at a much higher realm than Wei Wuyou.
Old Drunkard, stop drinking! Can't you see there's trouble? Drive those three away before you drink again; otherwise, there won't be any wine left for tomorrow!
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