Douluo Continent: I came from Demon Slayer!

The vast wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see, a monotonous yellowish-brown hue.

Occasionally, a small patch of bushes would add a touch of color to this monotonous scene.

Just then, a convoy of vehicles slowly approached, its wheels creaking and kicking up clouds of dust.

Inside the slightly bumpy carriage, Lin Yang closed his eyes and focused his mind, gently pressing his hands on the "Higanbana" on his legs, feeling as if there was nothing around him.

He was both meditating and practicing spiritual cultivation.

A faint silver light shrouded his body.

Two or three leaves of blue silver grass playfully peeked out from his collar, unfurling their delicate leaves as if they were breathing.

Suddenly, the convoy stopped.

Shouts and calls came from outside.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door of the carriage.

Lin Yang opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his dark pupils, but he quickly returned to calm.

He glanced at the Blue Silver Emperor Grass leaf rubbing against his cheek, and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.

He hadn't expected the Blue Silver Domain to be so effective, allowing him to meditate more naturally and increasing his meditation efficiency by a full 20%.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the Blue Silver Emperor's domain skill.

Even if it only restores the strength of a thousand-year-old soul beast, the effect of this domain is still outstanding.

Gently stroking the few blades of grass, the Blue Silver Emperor seemed satisfied, slowly retreating back into its collar. Only then did Lin Yang step out of the carriage.

A middle-aged man was standing outside at that moment.

When Lin Yang came out, his slightly weathered face seemed to have a much more genuine smile.

"Lord Lin, we plan to camp here and rest. If you don't mind, why don't you come down and have a meal with us, and also get some rest?"

Lin Yang looked around and nodded slightly: "Okay!"

After leaving Red Maple Village, Lin Yang approached a caravan and, posing as Lin Ze, a second-ring Soul Master, became a guard for the caravan.

The middle-aged man in front of them, Phil, was in charge of this caravan.

Their purpose in this trip was to do business in the Yunluo Principality of the Xingluo Empire.

Lin Yang, on the other hand, was heading to the Calamity Mountains of the Star Luo Empire, so he could conveniently travel along that route.

In this desolate wilderness, there are very few things that can run and jump.

Therefore, the caravans carried pre-prepared cured meat and dry rations, along with a small amount of fresh fruit.

Although the taste was average, it had its own unique flavor.

After the meal, Phil approached Lin Yang, took out a roll of yellowed parchment from his pocket, and slowly unfolded it.

"Lord Lin, we are still within the territory of the Heavenly Dou Empire. At today's speed, we should be able to reach the border tomorrow."

At this point, Phil glanced quickly at Lin Yang, seemingly hesitant to speak.

Lin Yang naturally followed up, "Is there a problem with this border checkpoint?"

"The pass itself is not a problem. As long as you pay the toll, you will generally not be given any trouble."

"However, after passing through the level, there is a no-man's-land between Tian Dou and Xing Luo, where bandits roam and fallen soul masters may appear."

Lin Yang raised an eyebrow, his expression showing some emotion: "A Fallen Soul Master? What's their approximate strength?"

"Most of them are around the first or second ring road," Phil explained with a smile.

"Because the Spirit Hall has always adopted a policy of exterminating fallen soul masters, there are basically no strong fallen soul masters who will appear."

"Please rest assured, Lord Lin."

Lin Yang nodded slightly.

Regardless of Bibi Dong's future actions, at least for now, the Spirit Hall continues to uphold two principles: annually enabling civilians to awaken their spirits and eradicating fallen spirit masters.

For ordinary people, the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.

It's hard to believe that during the second era of the Dou-Er faction, commoners needed a certificate from nobles to register at school.

This completely allows nobles to control the upward mobility of commoners into Soul Masters.

There are also evil spirit masters who have turned the entire continent into a chaotic mess.

Tang San is largely to blame for all of this.

You want to eliminate the Spirit Hall? No problem. You can blow up the Slaughter City too.

But at least he cleaned up the mess he made.

As a result, our pure and innocent Tang San Shao only cared about digging a hole and not burying it. In the end, he just dusted himself off and ascended to the God Realm, leaving behind a pile of shit for others to clean up.

Thinking of this, Lin Yang couldn't help but mutter: Tang San, you really deserve to die!

Seeing that Lin Yang's expression remained normal, Phil felt reassured and continued speaking.

"If we encounter bandits, I hope Lord Lin will lend a helping hand."

Lin Yang waved his hand: "Since I've taken on the duty of guarding, I will do my best. Manager Fei, please rest assured."

Phil breathed a sigh of relief and clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you, Lord Lin."

In the Douluo Continent, Soul Masters are ultimately only a minority; the vast majority are ordinary people who are nothing special.

In this caravan, only Phil could be considered a Soul Master, and his strength was only at level eighteen, with a white Soul Ring.

Given his age, reaching level 20 in this lifetime is already the limit.

That's why Phil attached so much importance to Lin Yang in the Second Ring Road, even providing him with a carriage and treating him well along the way.

After all, for traveling merchants, the slightest mistake could result in the destruction of goods and even death.

Having a strong person in charge would certainly put people at ease.

Nothing more was said that night, and the convoy set off again the next day.

Just as Phil had predicted, the convoy reached the border checkpoint around noon.

Once they crossed the border, they officially left the Heavenly Dou Empire.

Phil naturally handled the customs clearance procedures.

He's a seasoned veteran in this field, very familiar with the area.

In less than half an hour, the convoy slowly passed through the border checkpoint amidst shouts and calls to each other.

Once they crossed the border, the atmosphere of the entire caravan changed.

All the guards were on edge, their faces serious, and the laughter among them had diminished considerably.

An invisible pressure enveloped the entire convoy; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that everyone was on edge and on edge.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened that afternoon, which relieved everyone.

After nightfall, the entire convoy was linked together and arranged in a circle.

The tent was set up in the middle, and the guards were divided into two shifts to take turns keeping watch at night.

After dinner, Lin Yang returned to the carriage to continue his meditation and cultivation.

Not long after, the Blue Silver Emperor suddenly emerged from his collar, its large leaves constantly rubbing against Lin Yang's face.

Lin Yang suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.

"I thought tonight would be a bit peaceful, but what was bound to happen still happened."

He quickly got out of the car and found Phil, who was yawning.

"Lord Lin, what's wrong?"

"Get everyone ready, there are robbers approaching."

As soon as he finished speaking, Phil snapped awake, all sleepiness gone. Without asking any further questions, he turned around and called out to all the guards.

At this moment, hundreds of meters away, the thieves who had originally planned to sneak over under the cover of night saw this situation and immediately realized that their whereabouts had been exposed.

"Damn it, how did you find out?"

A burly, one-eyed man cursed, suspecting there was a traitor among them, but quickly dismissed the idea.

In the end, they're all just a bunch of desperados; who would believe what they say?

Therefore, he was more inclined to believe that there was a Soul Master in this unassuming little caravan who possessed detection skills.

Now that it's been discovered, there's no point in hiding it anymore.

Suddenly, the burly man with the poisonous flames stood up abruptly, roaring like thunder.

"Brothers, follow me!"

"After this job, we'll eat meat, drink alcohol, and have plenty of women."

Whether it was true or false, this shout immediately ignited the bandits' ferocity.

Amidst a series of strange cries, dark shadows surged forward, one after another, towards the caravan's camp.