Douluo Continent: The Silver Winged Star, a Night of Clan Extermination at the Start!

"Shunfeng Trading Company..."

Bai Chen murmured to himself, "This name is auspicious."

He noticed a middle-aged man with a goatee, who looked like a manager, holding an account book and counting the goods in the last truck.

Bai Chen straightened his clothes and walked over.

"Excuse me, sir."

Bai Chen stopped five steps in front of the steward, cupped his hands in greeting, and spoke clearly but not loudly.

Manager Wang was checking the order when he heard the sound and looked up. He was taken aback to see a child of about six or seven years old.

The child was dressed simply, but his clothes were clean and his face was pretty.

His eyes, in particular, were clear and calm, unlike those of an ordinary beggar or homeless child.

He put down the ledger and frowned.

"Kid, whose child are you? This isn't a place to play."

"Young Bai Chen, this is no joke."

Bai Chen remained neither humble nor arrogant, taking out a gleaming gold coin from his pocket and presenting it with both hands.

"I've heard that your caravan is heading to the Heavenly Dou Imperial City. I'd like to join you and hitch a ride."

"This is a small token of my appreciation, intended as travel expenses. I wonder if you could do me a favor?"

A gold soul coin gleamed alluringly in the sunlight.

A hint of surprise flashed in Steward Wang's eyes as he re-examined the child before him.

One gold soul coin is enough for an ordinary family of three to live on for several months. The child took it out casually and with a calm expression, so it was obviously not stolen.

Moreover, his manner of speaking and demeanor was far from that of an ordinary farmer's son.

"You alone? What are you going to Heaven Dou City for?"

Manager Wang did not immediately take the money, but instead stroked his goatee and asked.

"My father was a distant relative of the Power Clan. He was a merchant in Barak and passed away a year ago."

Bai Chen lowered his eyelashes, his voice lowered, carrying just the right amount of sorrow.

"Before he died, he instructed me to go to Tiandou City and seek refuge with Grandpa Titan of the Power Clan."

"The young man sold off the family's remaining possessions to raise enough money for his journey."

"The Power Clan?"

Manager Wang raised an eyebrow.

Titan's name is quite well-known in the business world of the Heavenly Dou Empire. The Power Clan is not only famous for forging, but also runs many industries and has dealings with various merchants.

If this child is indeed a distant relative of the Power Clan, it wouldn't be a bad thing to give him a ride and form a good relationship.

"How can you prove it?" Steward Wang asked thoughtfully.

Bai Chen took out a wooden plaque from his pocket.

He made this hastily at a carpenter's shop in Soto for a few copper coins.

The pattern and texture on it are modeled after the identity certificate of the Min clan left by the mother, except that the pattern has been changed to a gorilla, and a crooked "Power" character is engraved on it.

It looks very rough and simple.

He certainly wouldn't dare to take out the real Swift Token; that would be too easy to get into trouble.

"This is a keepsake left by my father, who said that Grandpa Titan would recognize it when he saw it."

Bai Chen handed over the wooden plaque with a calm expression.

Manager Wang took the wooden plaque and examined it. The workmanship was crude, and it didn't seem like a valuable token.

But then I thought, how exquisite could the keepsake a merchant leave to his children be if he died?

Moreover, the child's eyes were clear and his speech was coherent, which did not seem like a pretense.

Of course, more importantly, that gold soul coin was real.

"One gold soul coin is enough for your food and lodging expenses along the way."

Manager Wang put the gold soul coins into his pocket, handed back the wooden plaque, and softened his tone.

"Well, it's not easy being away from home."

"Meet here at 3:45 AM tomorrow. The convoy will depart on time. Latecomers will not be waited for."

"Stay with the convoy on the road, don't wander off, and follow all instructions."

"Do you understand?"

"Thank you, Steward Wang."

Bai Chen bowed respectfully.

"Where should you wait, young man? And with whom should you ride?"

"Come early tomorrow and follow Liu Laoshuan in the seventh truck."

"He's an experienced coachman; he'll look after you on the road."

Manager Wang pointed to an old man feeding water to horses not far away.

"Remember, talk less and observe more, and don't meddle."

"I understand, sir."

That night, in his inn room, Bai Chen checked his belongings again by the dim light of an oil lamp.

Wear the storage bracelet close to your body.

He took out several gold soul coins and put them in three places: his bosom, a hidden compartment in his bundle, and a secret compartment in the sole of his shoe.

The parents' booklet and the Swift token were always kept inside the bracelet.

He changed into older clothes and smeared some dust on his face and hands to make his skin look less fair.

Having done all this, he sat cross-legged on the hard bed, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

As his consciousness sank into his body, he could feel the Heavenly Comet Dragon Martial Soul quietly dormant.

Last night, he briefly looked at the basic cultivation methods and martial spirit knowledge left by his mother.

According to the above introduction, cultivating a martial soul basically involves meditating on one's own martial soul, allowing the soul power to circulate within the body and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The effectiveness of cultivation depends on the quality of the martial soul.

During this meditation, the flow of soul power within the body can be recorded.

Therefore, the families with the longest history and most profound heritage usually select the most outstanding geniuses and record the flow of their soul power during meditation.

This is a cultivation method passed down through generations of the family.

In Bai Chen's view, his own Heavenly Comet Martial Soul was undoubtedly of far superior quality to the Swift-tailed Swift of the Min Clan.

Therefore, he did not intend to cultivate his soul power according to the cultivation method of the Swift family left by his mother.

Instead, he planned to meditate on the Heavenly Comet Dragon Martial Soul to cultivate.

After cultivating for several hours.

Bai Chen exhaled a breath of stale air, preparing to rest.

We need to leave early tomorrow!

The next day, before dawn, Bai Chen checked out and left the inn.

The streets were deserted, with only early-rising vendors preparing to make a living.

When he arrived at Chengnan Square, Shunfeng Caravan had already begun its final preparations.

The drivers inspected the carriages and horses, while the guards tidied up their equipment.

Manager Wang held the order slip and gave loud instructions.

Bai Chen found the seventh truck. The driver, Liu Laoshuan, was a thin, fifty-something-year-old man who was squatting by the wheels, inspecting the axle hubs.

Seeing Bai Chen approach, he glanced up and said in a muffled voice.

"The kid that Steward Wang mentioned?"

"Yes, young Bai Chen, thank you for taking care of me along the way, Grandpa Liu," Bai Chen said, bowing.

Liu Laoshuan grunted in agreement and pointed to the carriage shaft.

"Get on, keep your mouth shut on the way, and keep your eyes open."

"Yes."

Bai Chen climbed onto the truck and found a stable spot to sit next to the cargo box piled high with cargo.

The truck appeared to be loaded with medicinal herbs and furs, which were covered tightly with tarpaulins and emitted a mixed odor.

At 3:45 AM, Manager Wang gave a shout, and the convoy slowly started moving.

More than twenty trucks lined up in a long row, drove out of the square, crossed the gradually awakening streets of Soto City, and exited from the south gate, embarking on the imperial highway leading to the Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

The wheels rolled, raising clouds of dust.

Bai Chen sat on the carriage shaft, hugging his knees, and looked back.

The walls of Soto gradually blurred in the morning mist, eventually disappearing below the horizon.

Poultry Village, Ma Hongjun, Flander, the morning when their martial spirits awakened...

Everything seems so distant now.

He turned back and looked at the wide road stretching to the horizon.

This road leads to the Heavenly Dou Imperial City, to the Power Clan, and to that past buried in blood and flames.

He touched the storage bracelet on his wrist, its cool temperature seeping through his skin.

The carriage was bumpy, but he sat very steadily.