Clan Cultivation: Starting with Building an Island Immortal City

”There are ’Mileage Spider Carts’ waiting over there. They are commonly used transport for people traveling between villages, stopping at several fixed villages along the way to pick up and drop off passengers. The speed is much faster than walking, which can save a lot of travel time and energy.”

He paused, a hint of embarrassment on his face:

”It’s just... riding the spider cart requires half a Low-Grade Spirit Stone per person as fare, and my brother and I...”

Li Yinglong stroked his beard and laughed heartily upon hearing this:

”Haha, I thought it was some difficult matter! Such a small thing, why mention it! You two saved us from danger and guided us all the way; a mere fare should naturally be borne by this old man. In urgent matters, we must act expediently; do not let these minor details delay important affairs!”

Aya quickly waved her hand:

”How can that be! How can we trouble you again...”

Li Yinglong’s expression became serious:

”Miss Aya, you are mistaken. Seeking medicine to save a relative is a matter of great human importance and brooks no delay. A few Spirit Stones, compared to you two arriving at Blood Gu Village in time, which is more important? Do you two wish to risk missing the Spirit Ginseng for the sake of these few Spirit Stones? There is no need to discuss this further; the fare will be paid by this old man.”

His words were sincere and heartfelt, and they happened to address the deepest concerns in Aya and her brother’s hearts.

The two exchanged glances, also feeling anxious.

”Alright, no more talk. There’s no time to lose; let’s go wait for the cart now.”

Li Yinglong flicked his sleeve, giving the two no more chance to speak, and walked towards the distant long shed first.

Lin Xiaowan happily took Aya’s arm and followed, pulling her along directly.

As they approached the long shed, they saw more than a dozen people already waiting inside, men and women, old and young, dressed in various ways, mostly traveling merchants from other places, with occasional individuals dressed in the styles of the Southern Border clans.

In the open space outside the shed, three strange ”vehicles” stood quietly.

The carriages were crafted from heavy, dark hardwood and tough rattan, shaped like flat boats, about two zhang long and four chi wide, without wheels.

Two thick, sturdy horizontal wooden shafts extended from the front and back of the carriage body.

And pulling the vehicles were four enormous, dark brown giant spiders!

Each giant spider was half the height of a person, with eight long legs like steel spears, clearly segmented limbs covered in stiff hair, and eight single eyes on its head that glowed faintly.

They lay quietly on the ground, occasionally rubbing their mouthparts gently, appearing remarkably docile.

The shafts were cleverly fixed to their broad, sturdy carapaces.

”These are the Mileage Spider Carts,”

Aya whispered, explaining to the slightly curious Lin Xiaowan:

”The ones pulling the carts are domesticated Giant Strength Elephant Spiders. Don’t let the name scare you; they are very gentle, have excellent endurance, climb mountains and cross streams as if walking on flat ground, and are also fast. The drivers are masters from the Black Gu Clan who specialize in taming spiders, and they know the roads very well.”

Soon, a middle-aged man in a black short jacket with a simple spider pattern painted on his face called out, signaling passengers heading towards Blood Gu Village to board.

Li Yinglong readily paid the Spirit Stone fare for four people, feeling that he had once again broadened his horizons.

The crowd successively boarded the spider cart designated by the man.

Once everyone was seated, the spider tamer let out a peculiar low whistle.

The four giant spiders moved at the sound, their eight legs stepping in unison. The cart body vibrated slightly but without jostling, and began to glide smoothly and swiftly.

The speed was indeed astonishingly fast; the scenery on both sides rapidly receded, like a boat sailing on land, which was quite novel.

The spider cart drove away from the Wood Dragon Rampart checkpoint, truly entering the heartland of the Southern Border.

Damp, warm wind blew against their faces, carrying a more intense fragrance of flowers, the smell of earth, and some unknown herbal scent.

In the distance, layers of emerald mountains were shrouded in mist, and from deeper within, the long cries of unknown beasts faintly echoed.