62: Leaving Lianbo City

A matching Mystic-Rank Cultivation Method made Lu Ming's heart stir. Since he had already made up his decision, there was nothing to worry about.

Knowing that the convoy would depart tomorrow, Lu Ming bid farewell to Zhao Bufan and returned home, planning to pack his luggage and inform his parents of the matter.

In reality, there was one more thing Lu Ming hadn't revealed. Since coming to this world, his range of activity had been confined to Lianbo City. Having gained some initial self-preservation ability, he was also very curious about everything in this world. Now that he had the opportunity, he naturally wished to see the sights of this world.

Returning to the Lu Manor, Lu Daoyuan and Su Jingyi, although somewhat surprised upon learning of all this, did not stop him.

As a mother, Su Jingyi, upon learning that her only son was about to embark on a long journey, her eyes slightly red, immediately ordered someone to pack his luggage so that Lu Ming would not suffer too much on the road.

Lu Daoyuan did not do much, only sighed, ordered the day's affairs to be canceled, and planned to stay at home to spend this day with his wife and son... Time quickly passed, and early in the morning, Lu Ming shouldered his pack and headed to the Demon Suppression Division.

Originally, there was a large pile of things, and Su Jingyi even suggested hiring a carriage to travel together, but Lu Ming immediately rejected it.

After all, this trip was to escort the Princess's convoy; hiring a carriage to travel together, what kind of situation would that be?

Finally, after Lu Ming's helpless explanation, the items were reduced to three sets of suitable clothes, some daily necessities, and three thousand taels of silver notes.

With his parents seeing him off, Lu Ming's figure disappeared into the distant street.

Upon arriving in front of the Demon Suppression Division, the originally desolate gate was now wide open. Zhao Bufan was personally instructing the nine other Demon Slayer Guards who had been selected.

These people were all skilled at slaying demons and devils, and were generally young, considered good prospects worth cultivating.

"Young Master Lu, after this parting, I don't know when we will meet again. I wish you a bright future and a swift ascent to a high position," Luo Zhong said with emotion.

"Thank you for your kind words!" Lu Ming responded with cupped fists.

Ten tall and magnificent horses were led forth. These were all top-grade horses cultivated in the Lianbo City Demon Suppression Division; each one contained a faint trace of demonic Bloodline, which gave them extremely strong endurance.

Although they couldn't compare to the warhorses of the Princess's personal guards, they weren't too far off.

Zhao Bufan fulfilled his last duty, leading the people of the Demon Suppression Division to escort the Princess's convoy ten li outside Lianbo City before bidding farewell.

"Brother Lu, please look after this child on the road. Lu Ming, come, meet your Uncle Lu," Zhao Bufan introduced.

Lu Ming knew that the other party was intentionally looking out for him. He looked at Lu Shan, the leader of the Government Soldiers, and nodded slightly in acknowledgement.

"Hahaha, no problem, your nephew is my nephew. Without further ado, let's part ways here," Lu Shan promised solemnly, cupping his hands.

The convoy set off, with the Government Soldiers and the people of the Demon Suppression Division escorting on the periphery.

"This is what the Princess entrusted to you."

Before he had ridden far, a personal guard rode closer, said nothing, handed a Cultivation Technique Secret Manual to Lu Ming, and then turned to leave.

Lu Ming looked down. He took the Cultivation Technique, which was similar in style to the Flame Spirit Tempering Method, and a panel popped up, displaying information about the Cultivation Technique.

Burning Sun Finger (Profound Rank Medium Grade)

...As the sun rose in the east, wisps of smoke curled up from Gu Xiang Village. The women woke up early and began to fetch water by the river, preparing the morning meal.

Unlike other farming villages, the vast majority of people in Gu Xiang Village made a living by producing incense. Because of this, Gu Xiang Village was much wealthier than other villages.

Relying on his ancestral unique incense-making craft, Cui Wu was not only the Great Master of incense making in Gu Xiang Village, but also the village chief.

After drinking his morning tea, Cui Wu went out with his hands behind his back!

As soon as he stepped out, he saw a man in a short linen shirt with a rat-like mustache hurrying over, excitedly saying, "Village Chief, Zhao Lao Er ran into a merchant caravan just ahead of our village. Let's go take a look together, maybe we can buy some good and cheap things."

"Hmm?" Cui Wu showed a look of surprise when he heard this.

Although there was a road leading to Gu Xiang Village, apart from merchants buying incense, other caravans rarely passed through here. Usually, if they needed anything, they had to go to a small town thirty li away, which was not only troublesome but also prone to various problems on the way.

Now that a caravan was coming, it was just in time, as his family also needed to add some items!

"Let's go, take a look!" Cui Wu said with interest.

Arriving at the village entrance, they saw a convoy of about seventy or eighty people slowly approaching, with more than ten large carriages among them.

Around the carriages, the guards were all strong and robust, armed with weapons, very different from the merchants Cui Wu remembered. They looked more like a security escort.

The carriages pulled by the tall horses were very thick and tightly constructed, and seemed quite heavy, leaving deep tracks where the wheels passed.

By the time Cui Wu arrived, many people had already gathered at the village entrance. Facing this convoy, the villagers of Gu Xiang Village, who had not seen much of the world, found it a novelty and cast curious glances.

As the entire caravan stopped, the Bearded Strongman at the head of the group scanned his gaze around, then dismounted, pulled out a silver coin worth at least ten taels from his bosom, and tossed it to Zhao Lao Er, who had led them.

"Thank you, sir!" Seeing the silver coin, Zhao Lao Er's eyes revealed a look of ecstasy, and he spoke with extreme flattery.

This scene was also witnessed by the villagers, each of their eyes wide with amazement.

Ten taels of silver—it would take these people three or four months of busy incense making to earn that much.

"How many people are in your village?" the Bearded Strongman asked with a smile.

Zhao Lao Er, who carefully hid the silver in his clothes, didn't think much of it, only assuming the other party was confirming if this was a good place for business. He immediately said, "Reporting to sir, our Gu Xiang Village has over three hundred people, most of whom make a living by making incense, and more or less have some money in their hands."

The other party's generosity seemed to make Zhao Lao Er unwilling to earn only this small guiding fee. He continued in a fawning manner, "I can say I know the ins and outs of the farmers in this village. If sir doesn't mind, I can explain each one to you, but..."

As he spoke, Zhao Lao Er rubbed his hands, his meaning naturally self-evident.

Seeing this, the Bearded Strongman was not annoyed by the other party's greed; instead, he let out a hearty laugh.

"No problem. Since you know everything, then everything will be easy to handle," the Bearded Strongman said meaningfully.

Zhao Lao Er was still a bit puzzled by the words, but just then, the Bearded Strongman took a whistle from his waist and immediately blew it.

The moment the crisp sound echoed through the convoy, a series of drawing-sword sounds rang out, and the rest of the people in the convoy all revealed fierce expressions, their intentions clear.

"Go, seize all these commoners," the Bearded Strongman said with a sinister grin.

As his words rang out, accompanied by a series of shouts, everyone spurred their horses and charged towards the village entrance.