Rank 2 demonic beasts were known for their strength and endurance. They were the most commonly used demonic beasts to pull carriages.
Furthermore, the Bingwu Villa was a thousand miles away from Mercenary City. Ye Fanchen was lying on the rations pulled by a pack beast with a piece of rations in his mouth, but his mind had already flown somewhere else.
"Manager, is that guy in the back okay? Our journey this time isn't safe. I heard that many of the previously safe trade routes are now occupied by bandits. Is it really okay to hire this guy? "
At the front of the caravan, a man was worriedly asking an old man.
"Lil 'Wang, you better watch your mouth. Also, pass down the order, don't let your subordinates gossip about the lord behind him. That lord is a powerful Fine Steel mercenary. You should know what a Fine Steel Mercenary is, right?"
Hearing the man's words, the old man glared at him with dissatisfaction.
"It can't be? He's a Fine Steel Mercenary? How is that possible? "
The mercenaries in Mercenary City were divided into Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow stages. Each stage was further subdivided into various smaller stages. For example, Ye Fanchen was currently an Earth Rank Fine Steel Mercenary.
This was the strongest mercenary that could be hired by the Mercenary Guild. After all, those Heaven Rank existences were all extremely powerful. They didn't even need to go out on missions and the Mercenary Guild would take the initiative to provide them with resources.
In fact, he didn't know that if Ye Fanchen went to retake the test, he would also be one of the few Heaven Rank mercenaries.
Ye Fanchen had learned about it. At first, when he heard that the mercenary guild would provide cultivation resources for Heaven Rank mercenaries for free, he had asked someone about it. After all, the mercenary guild was not a charity organization. While they could obtain free cultivation resources, they also had to make a corresponding contribution.
Moreover, when you didn't have any missions, you had to let the Mercenary Guild know your whereabouts so that they could find you when they needed you.
Wasn't this just like joining the Mercenary Guild? Ye Fanchen wasn't interested in putting shackles on himself.
Coincidentally, the caravan was heading to the Bingwu Mountain Villa. He was transporting food, and it wasn't the ordinary kind.
The Dragon Rice was invented and grown by an ancient saint with the surname Yuan. The reason why he was called a saint was because he stood up when almost all the food in the world couldn't be grown without farmers.
He taught everyone how to grow food and even grew food that ordinary people could eat in a place that the farmers called a danger zone.
For this reason, although the farmers wouldn't cause trouble for him, it was inevitable for them to secretly make things difficult for him..
The Dragon Rice was not an ordinary rice. It was a type of spiritual material. Eating a bowl of it was equivalent to absorbing a Level 2 Demon Core. One had to know that absorbing a Demon Core was not something that everyone could do.
Not to mention the strong side effects, it also had a high requirement on one's cultivation.
This caravan was a small one, but it was transporting 20 carts of Dragon Rice. It might not sound like a lot, but if it was converted into spirit stones, it would be an astronomical figure.
It was because of this that the people in the caravan were worried about their safety. Although the caravan had its own armed forces, compared to the goods they were transporting, it was far from enough.
"Stop …!"
As the steward at the front of the caravan shouted, the entire caravan came to an abrupt halt.
In front of the caravan, a group of people with weapons was blocking the way. Needless to say, these guys were bandits.
"Sir, the steward asked you to go to the front."
Beside Ye Fanchen, the man who was reprimanded by the steward at the beginning said respectfully.
Ever since the steward found out that Ye Fanchen was a Fine Steel Mercenary, the man didn't gossip anymore. He didn't doubt Ye Fanchen's strength.
Among the mercenaries, if a low-level person impersonated a high-level person, he would be burned by the hellfire.
"How troublesome."
Hearing the man's words, Ye Fanchen's thoughts drifted back from afar.
With a light leap, he jumped down from the high rations and said, "Let's go."
"Everyone, we're just a small caravan. There's nothing valuable in the caravan. I hope you can be magnanimous and let us pass. This is a small gift, I hope you'll accept it."
In the steward's hand, there were two middle-grade spirit stones that shone brightly under the sun.
This was the rule. If you met bandits, you had to give them some valuables. If the bandits accepted it, it meant that they were letting you go. After all, the caravan had martial artists as well. When both sides fought, it was inevitable that there would be casualties.
"Hehe, you want to send your grandfather away with this? Grandpas have heard that your cart is filled with Hualong Rice. Grandpa, are you right? "
The leader of the bandits said disdainfully.
Hearing the bandits' words, the steward frowned. The other party had come prepared. Now he could only rely on the Fine Steel Sir behind him.
"Ah …!"
Ye Fanchen yawned. They were just a bunch of ants. He wasn't interested in them. Originally, he only needed to reveal some spiritual energy fluctuations to deal with them.
But when he saw these people, Ye Fanchen suddenly had the idea of experimenting with the Demon God Evil Spirit.
Back in the Snow Land, Ye Fanchen didn't expect something to happen to his Demon God Evil Spirit. Since then, he almost never used the Demon God Evil Spirit.
But now that his strength had increased, Ye Fanchen naturally wanted to understand the Demon God Evil Spirit.
"I'll give you two choices. Either scram or die."
Ye Fanchen looked coldly at the bandits in front of him and said.
"Haha, brothers, did you hear what this kid said? He told us to scram? Haha. "
The leader of the bandits laughed. But he did have the ability to do so. With his Middle Stage Chaotic Realm cultivation, he could do whatever he wanted in this area.
If he didn't dislike mercenaries for not making as much money as bandits, he could even do well among the mercenaries.
"Is that so? This is your choice? Forget it, die …! "
The moment the Thousand Feather Sword was drawn, black-red lightning flashed. This was an unexpected surprise after overcoming Heaven's Wrath.
Now, Ye Fanchen's every attack was mixed with the power of Heaven's Wrath. Of course, these bandits didn't need Ye Fanchen to use a second move.
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