The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 300 - 231 We Are Brothers_2

Chapter 300: Chapter 231 We Are Brothers_2

Upon hearing this, the woman’s face briefly revealed a faintly carved expression, but it quickly faded away. "If he finds out about this, what will you do?" she asked, her voice tinged with a slight panic.

"Don’t worry." Zhong Hui continued to laugh, focusing more on the ice crystal he was crafting—a sculpture of Yan Xiaobao standing before him. "He needs me."

Zhong Hui shrugged as he looked at the frozen figure of the eleven-year-old boy before him, a satisfied expression crossing his face. "But he will never know. Eliminating seven Crusaders."

"You can’t!" The blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman gasped in horror, only to be silenced by the joyful expression on Zhong Hui’s face. "Of course I can," he replied, grinning. "I hold them in my grasp."

The young, handsome man stood up from his chair and began moving toward the direction where the Crusaders had just left, only to pause briefly. Tilting his head back, his lips twisted into a malicious smile as he said, "Formally, it’s not me but Sang Yong who killed them."

Yan Xiaobao and the others spent the first six days only traversing the outskirts of the Magic Forest during daylight hours. This resulted in the group of six acquiring a large number of low-level Demon Cores, while enabling the village to fill their food supplies with dried, salted, and smoked meats of various kinds.

Each evening became a feast where they indulged in roasted Magical Creatures, stewed Magic Beasts, or fried Magic Beasts. Although Yan Xiaobao considered himself in the prime of his growth phase, he was certain that the amount of protein he’d consumed surpassed any reasonable peak.

The first six days posed no significant challenges for Yan Xiaobao or the others. After capturing so many low-ranking beasts, they were finally prepared to face greater obstacles. They spent a week battling higher-level beasts in the Magic Forest before returning, but they avoided entering the central territory, where truly powerful Magic Beasts resided.

Yan Xiaobao watched as Gao Yan and Rong Ming constantly yawned along the forest path, chuckling softly. It was clear that neither had slept well the prior night, now resulting in trouble for both young men.

Yan Xiaobao couldn’t understand why Rong Ming was so thrilled, as he had spent the past six years each year searching for similar reasons. But now things were different—he had six companions traveling with him. Especially given how the two older boys frequently competed fiercely, both eager to prove themselves superior without caring about the disparities in their cultivation foundations.

Smiling faintly, Yan Xiaobao shook his head and redirected his focus to the road they were traveling. The path was evidently forged by Magical Creatures that had moved through the forest, yet it seemed relatively rugged. The ground had been flattened, plants neatly growing to the sides with exposed roots likely trampled or eaten.

On the outskirts of the Magic Forest, trees were quite sparsely arranged, allowing the group to view expansive landscapes ahead. However, as they progressed deeper, the trees became denser, and the rustling of more beasts grew louder.

While this area contained far more beasts than the open wilderness, these creatures remained unseen by Yan Xiaobao and the others. Typically, beasts would flee upon detecting a group of six cultivators entering the forest.

Higher-level beasts possessed greater intelligence, and at this stage, most recognized that a group of cultivators was no easy target. Though human cultivators were generally weaker than beasts of equivalent level, safety in numbers was an undeniable advantage. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Most beasts lacked that sense of security—unless they could ambush or guarantee their own escape, few dared attack groups like this.

After several hours of walking, the group arrived at a small clear pond nestled deep within the forest. Towering ten-meter trees loomed overhead, their dense canopies permitting hardly any sunlight to filter through.

The pond, circular and about twenty meters in diameter, shimmered with transparent water, revealing various aquatic lifeforms within its still waters. The forest floor here was blanketed with moss, contrasting starkly with the rough trails they’d trekked earlier. The moss resembled a thick carpet, dampening all outside sounds.

"We’ll camp here for now," Deng Wu sighed as Yan Xiaobao readily agreed. After traveling for hours, all six were eager to sit down, grab a bite, and plan their next steps.

Rong Xing sparked a small fire and quickly began preparing a stew for their lunch. As the cooking commenced, they initially intended to pitch tents, but after some deliberation, Yan Xiaobao vetoed the idea. If they needed to move swiftly during the night, tents might prove to be a liability rather than protection.

Instead, they began scouting the pond and its surroundings, wondering why it felt eerily silent. Before entering the forest, Yan Xiaobao and the others had heard the commotion of countless Magical Creatures, yet this pond seemed unnervingly still—devoid even of shifting shadows.

The tranquil silence suddenly transformed into a foreboding dread. Yan Xiaobao returned to the fireplace, gesturing to the others to do the same.

None of them spoke as they quietly returned to the campfire. Now fully aware of the ominous atmosphere, their eyes remained vigilant, constantly scanning the environment as their senses heightened to the extreme.

Observing everything unfold at an excruciatingly slow pace, Yan Xiaobao knew they were being watched by a beast—likely one of the advanced beasts inhabiting this part of the forest. This realization made him even more alert as he began circulating his Qi through his meridians to activate his Velocity Flow.

In an instant, the water in the pond began to churn, erupting into a cylindrical water vortex that sped toward the six youths gathered around the campfire.

The water’s movement allowed them little time to react. Yan Xiaobao darted aside with Velocity Flow while positioning his palms parallel to one another, channeling the Flame Spark Skill.

Though Yan Xiaobao had several offensive techniques, none could counter such a vast amount of water. Hui Yue knew that using fire might evaporate the water, but the flames risked being extinguished as well. Nonetheless, it was his only choice given the lack of time to fully channel a skill.

The cylindrical body of water swiftly split into four smaller sphere-like forms, each trailing a long tail that connected to the central lake.

Yan Xiaobao wasn’t the only one to have pre-activated his skills. Hearing a thunderous blast reverberate across the clearing they stood in, a smile crept onto his face. Ma Kong had failed to escape the water prison attacking them but managed to trigger his Qi Bomb, causing dramatic explosions as he struggled to surface.

Rong Ming, Rong Xing, and Gao Yan were also trapped, their respective water prisons erupting in flashes of dazzling white light—which indicated each was exerting their utmost effort to resist.

Deng Wu, who had swiftly escaped earlier, had long since activated his Dancing Qi Pillar, charging it with all his might like Yan Xiaobao.

"Towards the lake!" Yan Xiaobao shouted, noticing that each attack on the water prison led to its persistent regeneration.

Yan Xiaobao’s Flame Spark Skill had reached its peak, limiting the amount of control he could exert without exhausting excess spiritual energy. Together with Deng Wu, they synchronized their assault.

As Yan Xiaobao hurled his fireball into the lake, Deng Wu seized the opportunity to use his Qi Pillar to sever the water prisons, finally freeing the captive youths.

The moment the fiery sparks collided with the lake’s surface, a blazing explosion erupted, and the searing heat instantly vaporized the touching water. Within seconds, the clearing was shrouded in dense steam.

"We did it!" A jubilant voice rang out amidst the steam, but Yan Xiaobao quickly hushed them, plunging the atmosphere back into silence.

"We haven’t seen the beast yet," Yan Xiaobao murmured, his senses still at their peak. "Stay sharp."

A chilling laugh echoed through the dense fog, quickly followed by a blood-curdling scream. The laughter was unmistakably filled with glee, but to Yan Xiaobao’s dismay, he believed the scream belonged to Rong Xing.

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