Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

This information will be captured in real time by the detection rune and then processed through the same detection rune.

The feedback is transmitted back to all the newly renovated gardens.

In this way, all friendly forces holding the Guanyuan weapon can share panoramic map information within the formation's range.

The enemy's movements will be fully visible, which is no longer simply showing friendly forces, but achieving a preliminary battlefield radar effect.

"Not only that..."

Cui Ming's thoughts kept wandering.

The radiation environment of uranium ore could be a major research site in the future, although I am completely immune to it and could even use it for cultivation.

However, it is inevitable that other ordinary disciples will come into contact with him.

Therefore, it would be beneficial to add targeted protective or isolation runes during the renovation of the garden.

To some extent, this new garden can resist the effects of radiation...

It can simultaneously possess the dual functions of battlefield reconnaissance and protection in special environments!

It’s just like killing two birds with one stone!

He thus became immersed in the joy of creation and transformation.

His fingertips moved unconsciously through the air, and countless runes were constantly being recombined and reconstructed in his mind.

Cui Ming completely ignored the bumpy ride and the noise of the caravan, treating them as background noise.

However, it must be said that traveling along the official road with a caravan is a completely different experience from traveling alone through the mountains and fields.

Along the official road today, one can still occasionally see some barren fields and abandoned villages, a scene of hardship for the people.

The official road itself is not an easy path.

The roads were muddy and broken; they were barely passable when it wasn't raining, but if it rained, horse-drawn carriages and trucks were extremely likely to get stuck in the mud.

In some dangerous or remote sections of the road, you can always see all sorts of obstacles.

Some of them were villagers from the surrounding area who couldn't make a living and were in disguise, their faces showing a contradictory expression of cowardice mixed with resolute ferocity;

Some were genuine bandits, their eyes revealing the ferocity of desperate criminals.

The caravan manager was clearly used to this, and would often step forward with a smile and offer a toll that was appropriate for the other party's size when they appeared.

Therefore, most of the time, once the other party has received the money, they will wave it on and let the other party go, and the two parties have a tacit understanding.

In this chaotic world, whether they were villagers seeking survival or bandits seeking wealth, most understood the difference between having a full meal and having enough to eat every day, and they upheld this unwritten rule.

Even when the caravan leader was dealing with the matter, he would deliberately approach Cui Ming to comfort him.

These are all pitiful people; everyone is just trying to survive, and all they care about is a little money. Their ultimate goal is to safely deliver these goods to their destination.

Cui Ming expressed his understanding and then remained aloof, observing without intervening.

As long as it doesn't threaten his itinerary or his goods, he doesn't bother with these gray-area survival rules.

However, rules are rules precisely because too many people are unwilling to follow them.

One afternoon, the caravan reached a dangerous section of road.

The woods on both sides were deep and quiet, with no birdsong, and an unusual stillness permeated the air.

Cui Ming, who was working through the design in his mind to a crucial point, frowned.

His gaze fell on a bend in the road a few hundred meters ahead.

His perception abilities have far surpassed those of ordinary people, especially after his spiritual power has greatly increased.

Even without consciously arousing his senses, the several unusual Qi fluctuations coming from ahead were as conspicuous as torches in the night in Cui Ming's eyes.

That wasn't a simple exchange of blows...

Instead, it was a fierce collision between two opposing energies, a deadly and relentless clash filled with murderous intent.

The sounds of clashing weapons, bursts of internal energy, and the agonizing screams of the dying...

Although faint, it could not escape his perception.

At least two groups of people are engaged in a life-or-death battle not far ahead!

Moreover, judging from the chaotic state of the Qi and the screams, the battle was nearing its end, and one side was being rapidly annihilated.

The caravan leader seemed to sense something was amiss, raising his hand to signal the caravan to stop, his face showing wariness and hesitation.

Cui Ming's eyes turned slightly cold.

He didn't care about the fighting between bandits, nor did he care who wanted to kill whom.

However, this road is the only way to the town near the mine, and the battle ahead has blocked the passage, which means there may be unforeseen troubles.

However, Cui Ming did not act rashly. At this moment, Cui Ming hid in the crowd like an ordinary person.

Meanwhile, several shadow spider puppets had quietly escaped from his wooden box.

Using the shadows of the grass and trees, they stealthily made their way towards the battlefield ahead.

At the same time, the caravan leader's response was also very skillful.

At the leader's command, the caravan's workers and guards showed no sign of panic.

Instead, they quickly linked the trucks end to end to form a makeshift defensive circle, with armed guards on the outer perimeter and the weaker men and employers hiding behind the trucks.

They each gripped their various weapons tightly, and the entire process was quiet and efficient, demonstrating a high level of professionalism and the ability to handle unexpected situations.

"They're a pretty good team."

Cui Ming secretly admired him.

Such vigilance and organizational skills are indeed top-notch among secular caravans.

Once his mining base is established, a reliable logistics team will indeed be needed for the transportation of materials and the movement of people.

This caravan, both in terms of its capabilities and its familiarity with the route, deserves to be included in his considerations.

The idea of ​​incorporating this caravan into the outpost's dedicated logistics force arose in his mind.

Chapter 44 An Encounter

Just as the caravan completed its defensive deployment and everyone was on edge.

At the bend ahead, a figure strolled leisurely towards them.

The newcomer looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in a yellow short-sleeved shirt of ordinary fabric, and even appeared somewhat travel-worn.

This person's face gives the impression of being somewhat wild and unruly at first glance.

But there was an indescribable laziness in his eyes, as if he had no interest in anything.

He walked with ease, showing no sign of murderous intent, and even the hem of his clothes remained perfectly in place.

This scene, which was somewhat different from what everyone had imagined, surprised the caravan members.

But the caravan leader felt a chill run down his spine; this sense of crisis had saved him many times since he started escorting goods.

However, the person in front of him did not seem to be a villain, so he dared not be negligent.

He carefully stepped forward a few steps and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Greetings, young hero! As you can see, we are a merchant caravan. I wonder if something has happened ahead?"

The young man yawned, waved his hand casually, and spoke in a somewhat nonchalant tone.

"It's nothing serious, just a few clueless guys blocking the road, we took care of them while we were at it."

"I saw your convoy parked here, so I came over to tell you that the roadblocks have been cleared and you can pass now."

He paused, then added a few more words.

"Oh, right, there are a few people lying over there who haven't died yet. If you have any rope, could you help tie them up and send them to the authorities so they don't recover and cause more harm?"

Upon hearing this, the caravan leader was filled with doubt and apprehension.

He gave a signal, and several bold and careful guards followed him, walking forward with the young man.

As soon as they rounded the bend, the sight before them made them gasp in shock.

Around the road ahead, more than twenty people lay sprawled about, all looking weak and exhausted, their weapons scattered on the ground.

Most of these people have fierce appearances and are surrounded by menacing aura; they are clearly habitual criminals.

The caravan leader, with his sharp eyes, recognized several faces among them—all of whom were listed on the wanted posters.

Those were all ruthless bandits with a long history of evil deeds and their hands stained with the blood of innocent people!

"This! This is the 'Three Black Wind Fiends'! And 'Night Slaughterer' Liu Mang... My God..."

One of the guards also recognized many of the thugs and exclaimed in a low voice, trembling.

These people lying on the ground now are all capable of stopping a child from crying at night. Even the government only dares to issue a wanted notice, but has never dared to send anyone to arrest them.

The caravan leader's eyes were instantly filled with shock and gratitude as he looked at the young man.

"Thank you so much, young hero, for your chivalrous help! If it weren't for you, our caravan would likely be in grave danger today! This kindness..."

The young man interrupted him nonchalantly, his gaze sweeping over a thicket of bushes by the roadside.

A shadow spider, almost blending into the shadows, was lurking there.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, his tone remaining languid.

"Oh! No need for thanks. Besides, you're escorting a shipment of Tang Clan goods this time. Even if I don't intervene, what trouble can these chickens and dogs cause?"

Upon hearing this, the caravan leader was stunned.

He was only transporting ten pieces of "special timber" this time, and the owner of the goods was just his colleague, Cui Ming.

This was not announced to the outside world as being related to the Tang Clan. How did this young man find out?

However, before he could figure it out, the young man's next words surprised him even more.

And Cui Ming, who was hiding in the caravan and observing everything through the Shadow Spider, felt a chill run down his spine.

The young man turned his head, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through the bushes, fixed intently on the shadow spider.

He chuckled lightly, a hint of amusement in his voice.