The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 371 - 263: The Next Dungeon_2

Chapter 371: Chapter 263: The Next Dungeon_2

Upon entering the small town, they grew increasingly vigilant. Even here, no one walked the streets; only the light and laughter from inside the houses spilled into the desolate world.

Making a swift decision, Yan Xiaobao gestured with his hand, and the four of them turned back. None of them spoke a single word. As they moved, they were as silent as shadows, retreating from the city once more.

When the four returned to the forest and gathered behind the trees, the sun rose in the sky. They hid, ensuring no citizens could spot them while they waited.

As the sun ascended into the heavens, Yan Xiaobao quietly sat in the shadows of the forest, observing how the workers emerged under the sunrise, the sunlight streaming over them. The weather was typically autumnal, and the workers appeared to till the soil and plant seeds, an ingrained routine long since part of their lives.

There was absolutely no sign of any additional sunlight or wondrous energy ripples; one might expect the sun to be the strongest law, captured and contained.

According to him, the sun should have been brought to this city, and he had anticipated it would fill the town with sunlight and radiate tremendous heat. Yet, gazing at the city and fields, there seemed to be no telling what made this place different from other towns.

After waiting for hours, Yan Xiaobao finally stood up, stretched his stiff body, and flashed a brilliant smile.

"Let’s see how they welcome visitors," he said, turning toward the fields and the citizens, his steps steady and confident.

Emerging from the forest, few farmers initially noticed them. But with every step they took, more and more farmers stopped in their tracks to stare at Yan Xiaobao and the others, their mouths agape as if they had seen ghosts.

Despite their reactions, Yan Xiaobao maintained his dazzling smile, nodding occasionally or winking at the pretty girls strolling through the fields.

The serenity and carefree expression Yan Xiaobao displayed were impossible for anyone else to replicate. However, seeing Yan Xiaobao walking ahead of the three others, especially someone so exotic as Sha Yun, the farmers immediately regarded Yan Xiaobao as someone not to be trifled with. Instead, the girls he nodded at blushed, feeling their hearts flutter at this esteemed man showing them favor.

Curiosity about who this man was and where his entourage had come from led many farmers to follow them leisurely as they proceeded toward the city. Yan Xiaobao showed interest in everything around him.

At first, only a few farmers had seen them. But by the time they reached the farmhouses, over a hundred farmers had joined the crowd. Despite having so many people trailing behind, Yan Xiaobao continued strolling leisurely, as if he were accustomed to such a legion of admirers.

The respect for Yan Xiaobao blossomed even among his three friends, as his demeanor transformed entirely into that of a young master. The four friends were particularly astonished, having to admit that even they felt a bit uneasy having so many unfamiliar farmers trailing them, some faint displeasure visible on their faces. This further solidified the theory of Yan Xiaobao as a young master traveling with his Magic Beast and two retainers.

As Yan Xiaobao moved slowly, appearing as a young master who feared nothing, he also observed his surroundings carefully during the daytime.

These farmers clearly belonged to the farmhouses, and people inside the homes quickly gathered together with their family members, whispering amongst themselves, creating a cacophony of murmurs—louder than anything Yan Xiaobao had heard before.

The quality of the farmhouses was decent, but even so, Yan Xiaobao could tell these were ranked the lowest in this city. He made a mental note of this information.

Looking around, Yan Xiaobao frowned as he quickly passed the area where animals were kept, his pace slowing again upon stepping onto a paved road lined with smaller but noticeably better houses.

They had now arrived at the location visited the previous night, but everything was starkly opposite, prompting Yan Xiaobao to smile faintly. However, his smile quickly turned into a frown when he surveyed the surroundings but couldn’t find an inn.

Walking farther, the houses transformed into mansions. Finally, Yan Xiaobao and his entourage reached the town center and stood before an astonishing pagoda. Yet, no trace of awe crossed Yan Xiaobao’s face. Instead, he appeared irritated, as if he hadn’t even noticed the beautiful pagoda.

A young man mustered the courage to step forward and clear his throat. Yan Xiaobao deliberately ignored him multiple times until finally turning to face him with a noble yet gentle expression.

"Can I help you?" Yan Xiaobao’s voice pierced the air like a sharp blade slicing through flesh, cutting to the bone—deadly yet so beautiful and alluring that everyone was willing to listen, just to hear it again.

Swallowing repeatedly, the young man opened his mouth and stammered, "My... Mil, what can I do for you?"

Studying the young man, Yan Xiaobao noticed how he shrank before what he perceived as a young master. The silver-haired youth nearly felt pity for him, but in his world, the only people who mattered were his friends and himself... He had long understood that in this world, pity was a luxury he could not afford.

"I’m looking for an inn," Yan Xiaobao said, his voice carrying across every farmer who had followed him thus far. But the square was no longer populated solely by farmers—it now included citizens from all walks of life within the small city. When they heard the word "inn," a collective gasp escaped them, followed by loud chatter.

Witnessing this reaction, Yan Xiaobao frowned. The man he had been speaking with was staring at him with an admiration akin to that of a devoted dog. Among the crowd, phrases like "He’s from a city with inns," and "He’s used to staying in inns," were audible.

Deep down, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but feel surprised by such an intense reaction to something as small as an inn, but outwardly, his expression remained composed. Instead, he impatiently scanned his surroundings as numerous citizens mustered the courage to approach him.

"Perhaps your lordship would consider staying at my humble abode?" one man asked very politely. But before Yan Xiaobao had time to answer, another person shoved forward and asked the same question.

Mere moments later, a fight broke out, leading to city guards forcibly intervening at the center of the mob, attempting to break it up with little success. Yan Xiaobao watched his disciple guards and sighed.

"Handle it," Yan Xiaobao said, his tone carrying an air of arrogance and command. Upon hearing the order, Deng Wu, Wang Julong, and Sha Yun stepped forward, ready to act.

It wasn’t that Yan Xiaobao often spoke to his friends in such a haughty way, but all three of them had slipped into the roles the audience assumed of them.

As the trio approached the fight, the surrounding crowd quickly stepped back, fear clear in their retreat.

Sha Yun hissed lowly at the necessity to act, her tail sweeping out as she immediately blasted three men from the fighting group away. By now, one had been hurled into two other citizens watching the fight. All three crashed to the ground, blood spraying everywhere, fragments of broken bones stark against the flesh and clothes of the unfortunate visitors.

The other two weren’t so lucky, for as they slammed into the ground after being tossed from the tower and spewing blood from their mouths, they showed no signs of life. Relief washed over the crowd, selfishly—though some citizens had died, at least they themselves hadn’t been dragged into the unfortunate fray.

The smell of blood lingered as the fight continued, and when they saw the unlucky ones Sha Yun had taken out, shock crossed their faces. They became even more alarmed seeing the threatening expression on her otherwise beautiful face. It was evident that she strongly opposed the brawl they had just witnessed.

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