The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 493 - 320: Irrational Fear

Chapter 493: Chapter 320: Irrational Fear

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"We at least need to question the cultivators who are camping around us!" A Dragon Clan soldier said angrily as he stared at the burning corpse on the ground. One of the guards who had lost their life the night before was his close friend, and the silent death had induced extreme fear and fury among all the other guards. In a team with so many guards traveling together, to have ten people die in such a manner—without a sound and without even a chance to move—sparked an irrational fear, planting seeds of dread in most of the Dragon Clan soldiers.

They all wanted to go back and find the bandits, as no one knew what might happen the following night. However, their captain was looking behind him with an uneasy expression on his face. After slamming his fist on the table, his eyes glimmered in the dim tunnel light.

"I’ve said it once already," his voice was extremely dangerous, almost like a growl, causing the guard in front of him to shudder, "we will not pursue those who have caused these killings. From now on, we will not sleep during our breaks. Although most of you Duke Masters and master experts have not opened your Yin Yang meridians, if you cultivate at night, you can still survive without sleep. While cultivating, you can sense energy ripples in your surroundings, making it impossible for another ambush to occur."

After saying that, the captain said no more. He opened his dark eyes and began walking toward the carriage where his three King companions were seated. After entering the carriage, his lips let out a sigh, and he let his body collapse onto a soft cushion placed on the floor of the carriage. The cushion offered them some comfort during the long journey.

"Does this have anything to do with the B-class prisoner we obtained?" one of the Kings asked. A tall but thin man with a sharp nose, black eyes, and black hair. His voice was resonant as it drifted toward the captain. The captain clenched his teeth as he nodded.

"I believe those three men are tailing us, preparing to eliminate us and free their companion." He was reminded of those three cloaked men from earlier that morning, whose strength they couldn’t even sense. This clearly meant they were stronger than him and were deliberately suppressing their aura. If they ended up battling these highly skilled experts, it was likely they wouldn’t merely lose their ten guards but their entire team—not to mention the extremely important cargo.

Realizing this, he knew the cargo in the second carriage was so vital that the captain was prepared to sacrifice every proficient Middle Dantian expert in his team.

Yan Xiaobao frowned slightly as he noticed that no one from the caravan ahead came to inquire with Hui Hui’s group. No one came to ask them if they knew anything about the murders that occurred overnight.

Instead, it seemed that they decided to accept the deaths and move hastily forward. Although the silver-haired young man was quite surprised by this turn of events, he was evidently not pleased. As soon as the caravan started moving, they quickly packed up their camp, and three of them once again followed to the next cavern, staying only a few kilometers behind the caravan.

Traveling in a small group behind the caravan was quite normal, and soon enough, many groups were trailing the massive caravan a few kilometers behind.

There were many reasons for this. First, if a Demon Beast Tribe attacked the large caravan, it might fend them off; secondly, safety in numbers.

In the earlier caverns, bandits had never proven to be a major issue. Although there were some bandit groups, they didn’t appear frequently. However, the deeper they traveled into the Holy Dungeon, the more bandits they encountered.

Traveling behind such a massive caravan ensured that bandit groups would steer clear. Even if they wanted to attack one of the groups walking behind the caravan, the energy ripples from the battle might alert the main caravan, which would come back to end the fight—usually by slaughtering them all.

The only ones bold enough to attack such a large caravan were high-ranking, large bandit groups. These bandit groups would target the main caravan, as it was the most lucrative. If attacked, the followers would seize the opportunity to scatter in various directions, hoping not to be captured by the bandit group.

Disguised as one of these groups, Yan Xiaobao, Xu Biao, and Xie Lan had been traveling behind the main caravan, each slightly hesitant.

Once the Death Soldiers were discovered, Yan Xiaobao expected to be interrogated that morning, but nothing happened. The group simply hurried away from their previous position, paying no attention to the deceased guard.

This caught Yan Xiaobao off guard. After a moment, he finally realized that the leader of the caravan ahead was carrying out an important mission, one that outweighed the lives of his guards. Upon reaching this conclusion, a smile appeared on Yan Xiaobao’s face.

Initially, he anticipated needing to kill as many people as quickly as possible. However, seeing the captain’s indifference to the deaths, Yan Xiaobao realized he could take his time, slowly and safely dismantling the Middle Dantian experts one by one.

Though he decided to take it slow, his heart trembled when the image of Wang Julong flashed before his mind again. He had seen Deng Wu and Sha Yun earlier, and neither of them seemed injured. But he hadn’t seen Wang Julong. Although he believed she was inside the same carriage and likely fine, he couldn’t be certain.