Caravan

Lin'an City was in an uproar, but Qin He knew nothing about it.

Half a day later, he lay in a horse carriage with one leg crossed over the other, swaying and rocking northward.

This was a small caravan made up of over twenty horse carriages, with merchants, drivers, and escort masters.

In southern Danzhou, humans and demons lived side by side. Whenever a caravan took to the road, it had to hire escort masters for protection.

No one dared travel the roads alone on a single horse.

Not even if the trade route was bustling.

Demons seeking Blood Food, bandits who murdered and robbed, even passing "colleagues"—all were dangers. One misstep, and one would die in the wilderness.

The sensible approach was to find a group of familiar people to travel with, pool their money to hire several escort masters, and greatly improve their odds of safety.

Of course, that was how small merchants did things.

Large firms had no need to huddle together for warmth. Once the caravan banner was raised, it was a deterrent in itself.

If you wanted to rob an escorted shipment, fine—first defeat the escort masters.

After defeating them, you would still have to face the endless vengeance of assassins dispatched by the great caravan.

Those assassins were all powerful cultivators and extremely troublesome. They would even spend ten or a hundred times the value of the stolen goods to take revenge.

The reason was simple: kill one to warn a hundred.

Naturally, the small caravan Qin He had joined did not have that kind of strength.

Three to five merchants had banded together, and the two escort masters they hired were merely at the early Spring Gushing Realm.

They had only barely reached the standard for being escort masters. After all, below Spring