Chapter 98: Chapter 90: Caravan This explanation does seem to make sense. Ni Yan and the others might not have come solely for Yun Village, but rather for the enemy force it’s colluding with. Su Lin’s tense expression slightly eased: "Does this mean our risk of getting involved isn’t too high?" Su Qi slowly shook his head, worry lingering between his brows: "It’s hard to say. The affairs of the world are unpredictable, no one can draw conclusions easily. If Ni Yan truly came to eradicate enemies and incidentally wiped out Yun Village... That would indeed be a blessing for us. I just fear it may not be that simple..." He still felt a trace of dread in his heart. As everyone’s eyes were fixed on that Tier One Mechanism Blueprint, Yun Village, on the other side of the wilderness, had quietly given birth to a First-Transformed Genetic Martial Artist! If left to accumulate strength and ascended to township... By then, how many of their people would survive entering that territory? Fortunately, Yun Village was suddenly destroyed. However... The reason for its destruction was like an invisible thorn, stuck in their throat. Even Yun Village, which had a First-Transformed Genetic Martial Artist, could not escape its doom. With this level of strength, how could they resist? "Feels like..." Liu Jun put down the old smoking pipe, tapped the ash against the shoe sole, and scanned the crowd with cloudy old eyes, his voice low: "This world, silent for less than a year... seems like chaos is about to erupt again." The room fell into a brief silence. After three years of apocalyptic trials, their nerves had been honed as tight as bowstrings. The tiniest movements were enough to let them sense the brewing storm. Su Qi sighed, his gaze showing relief as it turned to Su Lin: "Fortunately, you all have unlocked the Tendon Lock. Our overall strength now isn’t inferior to our peak, and we finally have some means to protect ourselves." Su Lin also felt a wave of relief. At this turning point in the shifting winds and clouds, possessing the strength of a Tendon Lock Martial Artist was undoubtedly the greatest comfort. Even though it might be insignificant in the eyes of a being like Ni Yan, he already had the qualification to look down on his peers in this village-level wilderness. After all, his extraordinary Qi and Blood talent granted him battle prowess almost invincible among his ranks! ’The Sword Skill is about to break through the Five Hundred Transformations into One, time to learn something new from Second Uncle.’ Su Lin secretly planned in his mind. Liu Jun completely put down the tobacco pipe, his eyes flashing as he declared resolutely: "The big figures can stir up storms, we don’t mind! As for me, the old man, I just want to protect our three-acre plot in Wuyin Village!" His gaze, sharp as a torch, turned to the silent Su Can: "Old Su! You need to get rid of those toxins quickly!" The always silent Old Su suddenly straightened his back! A long-dormant fierce aura erupted, as if a sleeping tiger was opening its eyes. His heavy voice carried an undeniable authority: "I know it better than you!" Tortured by venom and dormant for nearly a year, Old Su longed to shed these chains more than anyone! Especially now, with the situation treacherous and crises lurking around. His strength might be the greatest reliance for the survival of the entire village, the entire Su Family, in the forthcoming storm! Both publicly and privately, he was determined to obtain that Snakehead Ground Daisy! Su Lin looked out the window at the increasingly overcast sky that seemed to drip ink, frowning slightly: "Judging by the weather, acid rain might be coming. Will the Shunfeng Travel Group be delayed because of this?" Once the apocalypse’s unique acid rain pours, it becomes impossible to move. Just as he finished speaking, a stir of voices erupted outside the house: "The travelers are here!" "The Shunfeng Travel Group has arrived!" The cheer reached their ears, and everyone perked up, quickly getting up and rushing outside. The streets were already tightly packed with a surging crowd. The usually somewhat deserted Wuyin Village was now bustling like never before. In the past couple of days, the number of Wanderer Clans entering the village has increased to over ten, significantly increasing the pressure on the Hunting Group maintaining order. Although the Shunfeng Travel Group was part of the wanderer camp, its influence and strength were far beyond ordinary villages. They had their own safe houses and exclusive camps, with a power structure centered around the elders who initially founded the group. Rumor had it that the group had extended its reach through all levels of camps, appearing from villages to towns and counties. Otherwise, where would those precious grains flowing into village camps come from? They were resources delivered downward by high-level camps through their hands. ... Under the escort and guidance of the second team, the Su Family escorted the crowd, parting them to either side as if Moses parting the sea. In the forefront stood Liu Jun, Su Qi, Zheng Weimin, and Zhao Yaxin, four Tendon Lock Martial Artists, unabashedly releasing a powerful aura that formed an invisible intimidation, causing the surrounding wanderers to quiet down and look on with palpable apprehension. The second team now numbered six Tendon Lock Martial Artists! Although the old man had not returned to his peak, in terms of sheer numbers, this strength was enough to revive Wuyin Village’s former glory! The middle-tier members, nourished by Treasure Meat, saw their strength surge, filling the gap. If not for Zhong Wubin harboring ulterior motives and creating obstacles everywhere, if he could lower his stance and genuinely cooperate with the Su Family, it would not be boastful to claim that Wuyin Village dominates the Wilderness East District! In the crowd, many spies from other villages had already been left dumbfounded, cursing inwardly: "Weak Wuyin Village my ass! Is this what they call frail?!" ... Under the protection of the elite second team, Su Lin and the others strode mightily to the village entrance. Feeling the reverent gazes around, Su Lin couldn’t help feeling a bit of smug satisfaction, experiencing the thrill akin to a big shot showing off. His gaze swept over Zhao Yaxin beside him, carrying a Long Saber and exuding a cool and charming demeanor, he leaned closer and teased softly: "Sister-in-law, that imposing aura earlier was truly impressive!" After speaking, he secretly gave a thumbs-up. Zhao Yaxin’s fair face flushed slightly at his words, casting him an exasperated glance. Su Lin chuckled and then composed himself, his gaze sharp as he looked outside the village gate. "They’re here." Liu Jun said in a low voice from the front. Su Lin focused his gaze, his pupils suddenly narrowing! He saw a group of figures clad in black Leather Armor, with strange machinery mounted on their lower limbs, marching forward heavily and uniformly, slowly emerging from the wilderness haze. The shoulders, backs, chests, and thighs of these black-armored figures were all fitted with or carrying large crates! Especially the crates on their backs, their height reaching twice their body height! Every crate had the large words "Shunfeng" prominently displayed! "That’s so exaggerated?!" Su Lin couldn’t help exclaiming. Beside him, Zhao Yaxin looked at him and explained flatly: "That’s the group’s custom-built high-load exoskeleton power armor. Without it, how do you think they manage to deliver goods and transport supplies everywhere?" "Exoskeleton power armor?" Su Lin was again shocked. There was such black technology even in this apocalypse? He couldn’t help but ponder: How does this thing compare to Martial Artists in terms of strength? Zhao Yaxin seemed to read his thoughts and added: "Those exoskeletons come from equipment blueprints, only used for heavy carrying and travel, their combat performance is very poor, inherently frail. A full-force strike from a Flesh Lock Martial Artist could tear it to scrap metal." "I see." Su Lin nodded, his doubts cleared. Just then, his gaze suddenly focused on a particularly striking figure within the black-armored group— A girl with a waist slender as a willow and long hair reaching her waist.