In the world of demons and warriors, I slay demons through wordplay.

Che Linlin, Ma Xiaoxiao, with an iron-boned carved bow hanging at their waists.

The vast wilderness stretches for thousands of miles, with yellow sand swirling in the long wind, withered bones buried in withered grass, and ferocious beasts hidden in ravines.

This world is a ruthless place where the strong prey on the weak and life and death can change in an instant.

There are no official roads or city walls to protect it; only wind and sand keep it company, and ferocious beasts are its neighbors.

Traveling merchants, wandering travelers, and outlaws all need to band together in order to fight for a chance of survival in the unpredictable wilderness.

And among all the traveling forces that traverse the wilderness.

The name of the Winged Racing Team is renowned and awe-inspiring.

The Winged Caravan did not rely on a large number of men to commit violence, nor did it establish its prestige through plunder.

Instead, he relied solely on his unparalleled archery skills to make a living and become a formidable force across the vast wilderness.

The entire convoy consisted of elite archers who had practiced archery since childhood and were dedicated to archery training for the rest of their lives.

A drawn bow can pierce through heavy armor.

He could hit a willow leaf from a hundred paces away with an arrow.

The Winged Archers possessed superb archery skills and were so skilled that ordinary bandits in the wilderness would tremble with fear at the mere sight of them and dare not approach them even slightly.

Even the ferocious beasts that roam the wilderness must avoid its sharp edge and dare not provoke it easily.

Mo Wangchuan, the leader of this elite archery team, possesses unparalleled archery skills, with exceptional talent and profound expertise in the art of archery.

Looking across the entire wilderness, there are few who can rival it.

Mo Wangchuan's archery skills are unparalleled, surpassing all others.

This is the greatest source of confidence for the Winged Caravan to roam freely across the wilderness.

This is also the fundamental reason why the caravan has remained standing despite years of wind and rain and the ravages of beast tides.

As time went by, his fame grew day by day.

The Winged Caravan's reputation not only resounded throughout the northern and southern ends of the Great Wilderness, but also among the border martial arts forces and hidden sects and families.

Everyone knows that this formidable force in the wilderness, whose soul is arrows and whose bones are bows, is not to be trifled with, nor should they be easily humiliated.

The Great Wilderness is home to all living things, and it constantly absorbs the malevolent energy of heaven and earth.

Unlike ordinary wild beasts, the ferocious beasts here are mostly spiritual, know when to advance and retreat, understand strength and weakness, and distinguish between good and bad fortune.

Mo Wangchuan's archery skills were awe-inspiring in the Great Wilderness; his arrows could slay ferocious beast leaders, and the sound of his bow could shake the courage of all beasts.

Over the years, all the major beast tribes in the wilderness have come to know the formidable fighting power of the Winged Caravan, and have never dared to provoke trouble or invite disaster.

The Winged Team, having traversed the wilderness year-round, is also well-versed in the ways of survival in this place, and therefore has always adhered to the rules.

Do not disturb the nests of beasts, do not hunt ordinary beasts without cause, travel safely and discreetly.

In the vast wilderness, things are unpredictable, and the future is uncertain.

It's better to avoid trouble; less conflict ensures peace.

Over time, the Winged Caravan and the various spiritual beast groups in the wasteland reached a tacit understanding that required no words.

They do not disturb each other, each goes its own way, and live in peace with one another.

For several years, things have gone smoothly with few major setbacks or upheavals.

This time, however, Mo Wangchuan took the initiative to make a move.

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The winged caravan consisted of dozens of simple and sturdy carriages and horses.

Resistant to wind and sand, and impact-resistant, it is specially designed for long journeys in the wilderness.

The vehicle that serves as the core of the team and commands the main camp is named "Pine".

The entire vehicle body is crafted from century-old pine trees deep in the mountains. The wood is hard and heavy, resistant to wind and sand erosion, and unfazed by the collision of wild beasts.

The interior is simple and unpretentious, without any fancy decorations, focusing only on practicality and stability, yet it exudes a solemn aura of command and control.

Inside the pine wood carriage, the charcoal stove was burning brightly.

The flickering firelight illuminated the two key figures inside the vehicle: an elderly man and a middle-aged man.

The two men sat facing each other, their expressions solemn, discussing in hushed tones the most important matter concerning the fate of the caravan.

The atmosphere was subdued, and others held their breath, not daring to disturb it.

The elderly man sitting in the lower seat was Elder Wang, a high-ranking and respected figure in the Winged Car Team.

He had followed the team since its inception, spending half his life traveling through the wilderness.

Having witnessed the rise and prosperity of the team and gone through countless life-and-death ordeals, he is insightful and experienced in judging people and things, meticulous in his thinking, and prudent in his actions, earning him the deep respect and trust of the entire team.

That's not it.

At this moment, his brows were furrowed, his face was solemn, and his expression was full of worry and anxiety.

Mo Wangchuan, who was sitting quietly in the main seat, smiled and said, "Elder Wang, please speak your mind."

Elder Wang cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone earnest yet tinged with stubbornness, and said:

"Sect Master, I have followed the caravan for half my life and have never spoken out of turn or caused trouble in any important matter."

Please forgive my bluntness in speaking frankly about today's matter, and please do not take offense.

The sect leader's previous actions, using his most powerful techniques to fire nine arrows and severely injure the Nine-Headed Serpent Monster, and to save the two people of unknown origin, had already brought about a great calamity.

The Nine-Headed Serpent Clan is vicious and vengeful; its remnants will inevitably harbor resentment and seek revenge sooner or later. This karmic debt is already difficult to resolve.

This old man truly does not understand why the sect leader insists on including all these people in the caravan, thus adding unnecessary complications.

Elder Wang leaned forward slightly, speaking from the bottom of his heart, his words filled with worry, pouring out all his concerns:

"I know that with the sect leader's current archery skills, the immense pressure left by the nine arrows that killed the Nine-Headed Serpent that day is enough to intimidate the remaining ferocious beasts of the Great Wilderness."

Even if the Nine-Headed Serpent tribe harbored resentment, they would never dare to rashly come to seek revenge or cause trouble.

Our team stepped in to help, which was more than enough. We have done our duty and are deeply grateful. We have no regrets, both in terms of reason and emotion.

Moreover, the vast wilderness is extremely dangerous, with dangers at every turn. Our convoy is on a top-secret mission this time, and we cannot afford the slightest mistake or change.

That person's origins are unknown, their background is unpredictable, their morality is unknown, and the depth of their cultivation is impossible to fathom.

The road ahead is long, and traveling with two strangers whose backgrounds are unknown is like carrying a sharp blade, harboring hidden dangers and endless troubles.

Whether from the perspective of loyalty and morality, or from the perspective of the safety of the convoy and the future of important matters, it is inappropriate to accept this offer rashly.

We urge the sect leader to reconsider and rescind his order!

Elder Wang's expression was full of anxiety, fearing that the sect leader might soften his heart and make a wrong decision, bringing annihilation to the nearly sixty lives of the Winged Caravan.

In his eyes, these two seemed to pose a greater threat than the Nine-Headed Serpent.

Or rather, compared to the potential danger posed by these two, the Nine-Headed Serpent was insignificant.

Sitting in the main seat, Mo Wangchuan was dressed in a simple, close-fitting outfit. His posture was upright and steady, and his face was gentle and refined. There was no murderous or violent look in his eyes. Instead, he exuded a humble and kind aura, without any of the domineering and fierceness of a leader of the wasteland forces.

Hearing Elder Wang's earnest advice, he remained unmoved, his eyes still calm and gentle.

He simply picked up the earthenware pot on the table and slowly poured the warm, mellow rice wine from the stove into two rough earthenware bowls.

The wine was clear and steaming.

The aroma of wine, like mist, filled the carriage, dispelling some of the heavy and somber atmosphere.

Mo Wangchuan gently pushed a bowl of warm wine towards Elder Wang, raised his hand to signal him to relax, and said unhurriedly with a gentle smile on his lips:

"The elder has been with me for half my life, loyal and devoted, and I know this in my heart."

I have already made a complete decision on this matter, and I am well aware of the advantages and disadvantages.

Mo would never gamble with the safety of the entire convoy; Elder, please rest assured.

The Wings Racing Team has exactly sixty-eight members.

Although their numbers were far fewer than the major separatist forces in the wasteland, their strength lay in their unity of purpose and shared hatred of the enemy, making their morale far superior to that of ordinary gang convoys.

Mo Wangchuan, as the master of the carriage, held the power of life and death and had an extremely prestigious position, yet he never put on airs.

He never acts superior or uses his power to oppress others.

He usually refers to himself as "I", treats his archers with humility and kindness, is considerate of the soldiers' hardships, and treats every follower well.

This heartfelt sincerity, humility, and gentle treatment of others, without being arrogant, do not bully the weak, or show favoritism, has earned the purest, most sincere, and most unwavering loyalty from every archer in the team.

The entire team is united in purpose and action, with no discord or infighting, and everyone is of one mind.

This is one of the fundamental reasons why it has been able to establish itself in the dangerous wilderness for so many years and remain prosperous.

Seeing this, Elder Wang knew that Mo Wangchuan was always calm and composed, and would never make a decision easily without being absolutely certain, but he still couldn't suppress his concerns.

After a moment's hesitation, Elder Wang, his brow still furrowed, continued in a deep voice:

"I naturally admire the sect leader's magnanimity, but there are hidden dangers among those two that are hard to guard against."

I personally observed him closely in the wilderness that day. The ragged, seemingly ordinary young man behaved no differently from any other young man in the martial arts world. He appeared harmless and showed no unusual behavior.

Only the young man in the blue robe, though young, possessed unpredictable and mysterious methods that were beyond comprehension.

Before the sect leader arrived to provide assistance, everyone witnessed that the young man in green robes almost single-handedly fought against the ferocious Nine-Headed Serpent. During the battle, his aura was strange, and his techniques were rare, definitely not the usual martial arts style of the Jianghu.

These people, whose origins are unknown and who possess strange and unusual abilities, are difficult to fathom in terms of their background and character.

"I am truly worried. Taking this person into the caravan is tantamount to playing with fire, bringing unforeseen disaster to the caravan."

Mo Wangchuan maintained his gentle expression and slowly replied:

"I know everything Elder Wang said, and I understand that every word you said was for the safety of the Winged Caravan."

You're right. Under normal circumstances, if I were to encounter a stranger of unknown origin and whose background is difficult to ascertain, I would still offer my help, but I wouldn't insist on taking them along and inviting trouble upon myself.

However, this situation is special, completely different from those of the past. I have no choice but to act this way.

"Oh? What do you mean by that, Sect Master? Is there perhaps something else going on?"

Elder Wang was taken aback upon hearing this and quickly asked, his eyes full of surprise.

Mo Wangchuan picked up the warm wine in front of him, his fingertips tracing the rim of the earthenware bowl. His expression was solemn, and his tone was lowered.

"To be honest, before I led my team into the wilderness and embarked on our long journey, a mysterious person secretly visited us."

He delivered a secret message in a brocade pouch, sent by a special messenger from the Star Pavilion; every word was priceless, and the omen was extraordinary.

"Star Pavilion?!"

Elder Wang was startled by the sound, his whole body trembled, and his tone involuntarily rose several degrees.

His face was filled with disbelief, his eyes wide with shock. "Is the sect leader talking about that mysterious, hidden sect that exists only in legends, ethereal and detached from the mortal world, a sect rumored to be ruled by an otherworldly demon and superior to all other sects and aristocratic families?"

The martial world is in turmoil, with numerous sects and powerful families vying for dominance, creating a stark divide between the strong and the weak.

Only the Star Pavilion remains elusive for millennia, never revealing its true nature, never venturing into the world, never interfering in the conflicts of the martial world, and never venturing into the bloodshed of the wilderness.

People only know his name, but rarely find his trace. It is almost like a myth or legend that one will never see him in a lifetime.

"That's right, it is the organization established by the otherworldly demons who are known by name but are hard to find and who live outside the mortal world—the Star Pavilion."

Mo Wangchuan nodded slowly.

When this mysterious ancient sect was mentioned, even he, who was usually calm and gentle, couldn't help but show a hint of bitterness and awe on his face.

"I used to think that the Star Pavilion was just a fabricated rumor in the martial arts world, and I never took it seriously."

It wasn't until I witnessed the actions of the people from the Star Pavilion firsthand as a child that I had to believe that there truly were people of divine wisdom and foresight in this world, capable of seeing through all things and predicting future fortunes and misfortunes.

Elder Wang sighed deeply, his expression filled with regret, and said with emotion:

"Alas, I have lived for nearly sixty years, traveled all over the Great Wilderness and the North and South, witnessed all the conflicts in the martial world, met countless extraordinary people and heard countless secrets and legends."

I used to think I was a very knowledgeable person, but now it seems I was truly ignorant and narrow-minded.

"Elder Wang is too modest."

Mo Wangchuan raised his hand to comfort him, his tone still gentle.

"Everyone in the convoy knows you are knowledgeable and experienced, so there's no need to worry about it. Come, have a bowl of warm wine to warm yourself up."

Upon hearing this, Elder Wang raised his cup, tilted his head back, and drank a mouthful of warm wine.

The warmth entered my throat, dispelling the chill.

"Sect Master, I can no longer contain my curiosity. What exactly was written in the secret message sent by the Star Pavilion?"

Mo Wangchuan raised his eyes, a deep meaning flashing in them, and slowly said, "There is no complicated text inside the brocade pouch, only five short words."

"Help those in blue robes."

These five words, light as a feather, yet heavy as Mount Tai.

Inside the pine-wood wagon, the fire crackled softly in the stove, and the sound of wind and sand slapping against the body could be faintly heard.

Elder Wang pondered these five words of divine prophecy, then slowly sighed and said, "The Star Pavilion never speaks falsely, nor does it make false omens or harm people at will. Therefore, this divine prophecy is most likely to bring great fortune and will certainly be of great benefit to our Winged Caravan."

"That's why the sect leader accepted that young name."

"That's exactly right," Mo Wangchuan replied. He thought to himself: Perhaps the cause and effect this person is involved in is related to the Crimson Wrath Arrow that was lost many years ago.

"So, the other kid was just someone we brought along as a side trip?" Elder Wang asked.

With one matter on his mind settled, the weight on his heart finally lifted, and his expression became relaxed.

Mo Wangchuan slowly nodded in agreement, then suddenly changed the subject, deliberately speaking in a mysterious tone:

"The elder already knows about the young man in the blue robe. As for the other seemingly ordinary young man... hey, Elder Wang, do you really not recognize him at all, and have no recollection of him whatsoever?"

Elder Wang was taken aback upon hearing this. He racked his brains but still couldn't figure out the person's identity. He smiled wryly and said, "Sect Master, please don't play riddles on this old man."

Seeing this, Mo Wangchuan said nothing more, but just laughed and drank the remaining warm wine in his bowl.

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