C20 It Was a Good Job to Protect the Beauty

With a casual wave of his hand, he granted Su Ping'an's modest request; it wasn't anything extraordinary, after all.

"Just go and talk to them yourself. I'm on board," Yang Qingtian said nonchalantly.

Although these two individuals weren't crucial to him at the moment, with a bit of guidance, they might prove to be valuable allies.

After parting ways with Yang Qingtian, Su Ping'an immediately sought out the pair and briefed them on the task.

He had anticipated some hesitation, but to his surprise, they readily pledged their commitment.

"Don't worry, boss. This is the perfect opportunity to showcase our capabilities. We'll prove we're not just freeloading," they assured him.

Their resolute attitude brought Su Ping'an a sense of relief; perhaps these two really had potential for development.

Once the trio had gathered their gear, they set out to locate the individual they were assigned to guard.

Upon arriving, the entourage's lavish display took everyone aback.

The sight of the numerous carriages and the vigilant experts signaled that this person was indeed a figure of considerable importance.

What's more, among the guards was an unassuming yet formidable expert who had reached the Third Layer of the Other Shore, matching Su Ping'an in skill.

But Su Ping'an had an ace up his sleeve—a golden finger—and his body was clad in protective treasure armor, making him more than a match for this individual.

Wang Ning, ever the inquisitive soul, was eager to learn more about their charge and approached the carriage with curiosity.

He struck up a conversation with the man, who was lean with a scarred face, in hopes of gleaning some insight.

"Big brother, who are we protecting, and where are we headed?" Wang Ning inquired with a hint of sycophancy.

Knowing both the enemy and oneself was the key to prevailing in any battle, and a little information could go a long way in safeguarding one's life.

Given the gravity of their mission, which hinted at significant challenges ahead, Wang Ning was careful not to take anything lightly.

But the man responded with a cold snort, deliberately ignoring Wang Ning, which left him seething with indignation.

Recognizing he was outmatched by the situation, Wang Ning restrained himself, still politely seeking clarity on their assignment.

Without betraying any emotion, he produced a medium-grade spirit stone and silently passed it into the other's hand.

The gesture softened the man's features slightly, and with a stern face, he addressed Wang Ning.

"The identity of our employer is confidential. All I can say is that this journey is fraught with peril. You'd be wise to stay vigilant."

Wang Ning hadn't anticipated that a mere medium-grade spirit stone would only net such unhelpful information, leaving him filled with regret.

But given the circumstances, he had little choice. The man before him seemed dangerous, and it was best to bide his time.

He sidled up to Su Ping'an and whispered conspiratorially.

"Boss, this guy seems pretty high-ranking. We should tread lightly. We're no match for him, after all."

Su Ping'an remained unfazed. His strength might not be overwhelming, but he was confident in his self-defense capabilities.

He had already assessed the abilities of his two underlings; both were merely Third Layer Qi Refining disciples, but he was sure he could protect them.

The caravan continued on its way uneventfully, much to everyone's relief.

Wang Ning grumbled to himself about the wasted spirit stone, careful to keep his voice down lest the master overhear.

But as they neared the cliff, the once-clear sky abruptly turned as fierce winds whipped up without warning.

Confusion spread among the group, with no one understanding the sudden change.

The scar-faced middle-aged leader's complexion went pale as he barked orders at his companions.

"Stay sharp, everyone! The sky's changing—danger could be looming. Keep your wits about you."

The warning struck a chord, and the group instantly snapped to attention, wary of any threat.

In the cultivation world, life was as delicate as that of a kitten or puppy; caution was not just advised, it was necessary.

As the wind grew into a howling gale, kicking up a blinding sandstorm, visibility dropped to zero.

Wang Ning didn't hesitate; he dashed to Su Ping'an's side, shielding him from the elements, while Zhao Xiaohua followed his lead.

Su Ping'an felt a small surge of emotion. Despite their lack of strength, these two fellows still had his best interests at heart.

Yet, he couldn't help but wonder if they would actually flee when faced with real danger.

But in an instant, the situation escalated. The sky filled with an ever-growing sandstorm, which swiftly engulfed the crowd.

To everyone's astonishment, the culprit was a massive weasel, standing as tall as a man.

It was a terrifying sight; this creature had the power to cause such unnatural phenomena, clearly indicating its formidable strength.

Approaching the crowd, it smiled in an eerily human-like manner, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

In that moment, Su Ping'an felt a cold dread, the creature's behavior eerily reminiscent of his past life.

The weasel was known to be a peculiar and unsettling entity, and it seemed they were in for a challenging encounter.

The carriages within the crowd began to stir restlessly, showing signs of impending chaos.

From one of the carriages came an unintelligible language, almost like a song, but Su Ping'an couldn't make heads or tails of it.

Suddenly, the carriages calmed down, their previous agitation replaced by a more stable mood, as if they were enjoying the soothing sounds.

Su Ping'an was amazed; he had never imagined such a mystical solution existed.

Then, a voice as refreshing as a breeze emanated from the carriage, a sound that was pure comfort to the ears.

"Uncle Li, go handle that little troublemaker. He seems to have malicious intent. We can't afford any damage to our caravan."

Surprisingly, the protector was a woman, and a young one at that. It appeared the Sect Master had been generous with him, assigning him such an enviable task.

Yet, observing the woman's instructions to the man with the scarred face, Su Ping'an sensed that this man might possess some extraordinary skill.

Otherwise, he wouldn't approach the towering weasel with such composure. Su Ping'an was curious to see if the man truly had the ability to back it up.

The scar-faced man approached the weasel, which stood as tall as a person.

Drawing a large saber, about 1.5 meters in length, he faced off against the weasel, the tension between them ready to ignite at any moment.