The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 444 - 297: The Desperate Group

Chapter 444: Chapter 297: The Desperate Group

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When they managed to get past the trees, their excited expressions quickly turned sour. They realized they were in the exact same place as when they set off the previous day. As they wondered what other options they had, they remained motionless—even the faintest, most desperate in their group unwilling to act rashly.

"We can always try to see if flying gets us somewhere different this time," Yan Xiaobao sighed, seeing their exhaustion from yet another night spent retracing their steps in vain.

"Yes," Xu Biao nodded, though the doubt on his face was something Yan Xiaobao immediately noticed. Since Xu Biao wasn’t ready to elaborate, Yan Xiaobao didn’t press further. Instead, he began walking toward the distant edge of the forest that was faintly visible.

The group traveled in silence that day; the repeated failures of their attempts to escape weighed heavily on everyone, leaving them dispirited. Their strategy had failed, and once again, they were unable to leave the forest.

The only sounds to be heard were the gasps of Yan Xiaobao as he pushed himself to his limits, moving as swiftly as he could through the dense woods. He dashed towards the forest’s edge, clinging to the hope that he might escape.

In his struggle to break through his physical limits, Yan Xiaobao’s face grew increasingly pale, his skin ashen, his vision blurred, and his breathing ragged. After nearly three hours of relentless flight, he was completely unable to go on—even though the edge of the forest was right within sight.

Disheartened, Yan Xiaobao clenched his jaw tightly and gradually guided the six Qi fans to the ground. When he landed on a clearing identical to the one they had seen earlier that day, frustration was clear in his eyes. It was the exact same spot.

As they touched down, Yan Xiaobao stumbled toward a sturdy tree, sweat streaming down his body. This cursed forest made it excruciatingly difficult for him to hold onto any optimism.

As the others began setting up camp once more, none of them dared to speak to Yan Xiaobao. There was nothing they could say to lift his spirits. In a burst of anger, Yan Xiaobao struck the trunk of the tree with all his strength, wincing slightly at the sharp pain in his hand. It was as though the forest resisted every action he took.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Xiaobao walked toward the nearby creek. Though he didn’t dare drink the water, he still felt the need to wash up, and the running water seemed perfect.

Xu Biao hesitated for a moment before following Yan Xiaobao’s actions. "I think I know what this is," he said in a quiet voice, so soft that even those nearby couldn’t hear him clearly.

"It’s an illusion," Xu Biao murmured. "There was a group of mercenaries who frequently took on assassination contracts and the like. They’ve been around for a very long time, so I think they must have perished during their final task."

Hearing this, Yan Xiaobao frowned but continued splashing cold water on his face. The chill helped clear his mind.

"Mercenaries?" Yan Xiaobao muttered as he glanced around. Everything about the forest felt almost tangibly real, not like an illusion. Yet, the thought of how they were trapped here made him unable to dismiss Xu Biao’s theory. At the very least, this was no ordinary forest.

"If it was them," Yan Xiaobao said with a furrowed brow, "do you know how we can break free from this illusion?"

In response, Xu Biao gave him a bitter smile and shook his head. "So far, I haven’t heard of anyone escaping. The moment we rest, we’re forced to start over from scratch. Unless we’re able to make it outside all at once, I’m afraid we’ll remain trapped here for a long, long time."

"With my current cultivation, I don’t have the strength to get us out," Yan Xiaobao sighed as he quietly contemplated his options. After a moment of silence, his eyes suddenly lit up with a smile. He reached for a Memory Stone that held the Immortal Flower—a remarkable treasure he had acquired from the tunnels between the Demon Residence Cave and its labyrinthine depths.

Whistling softly to gather everyone’s attention, Yan Xiaobao held up the flower, prompting the group to crowd around him.

"We need to get out of the forest all at once," Yan Xiaobao said with a sigh, "but my current abilities aren’t enough to make that flight."

"However, we still have one chance," he continued. "It’ll require me to absorb this Holy Flower. Even then, I cannot guarantee I’ll have the strength to get us out of this forest."

Hearing this, the others exchanged glances, but a spark of hope reignited in their eyes. None of them showed even a hint of greed over the flower. Instead, they all nodded quickly, their faces breaking into smiles.

Yan Xiaobao remembered the last time he consumed a Holy Flower—it had propelled his cultivation forward in leaps and bounds. However, this particular flower was different.

The previous flower had aged significantly, refined through Wu Wei and primarily using spiritual energy to cultivate golden energy that Yan Xiaobao hadn’t been able to fully utilize. But this flower, the one in his hands now, refined pure spiritual energy. It radiated a stunning silver glow, with excess spiritual energy dripping off its stem, forming shimmering streams of light.

As he stared at the flower, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but swallow reflexively several times before finally placing the flower into his mouth. He noted how it slowly dissolved into liquid, trickling gently down his throat.

As the liquid touched his throat, it began dissipating, flooding his body with energy. It surged through his veins and blood vessels, coursing through every meridian and Dantian within him.

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