The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 470 - 309: The Expectation of Travel_2

Although the quick exchange took place by the campfire, on the other side, Wang Julong was watching the young boy with a blank expression. Then she chuckled lightly, her voice stiff and unnatural as she spoke two fragmented phrases, "I can’t..."

Upon hearing these words, Yan Xiaobao felt an impulse to laugh but instead arched his eyebrows, noticing the young Master showed no signs of giving up. Trying to drag her into the carriage, he tightened his grip on Wang Julong’s hand.

"Don’t worry, I’m old enough to get married. We are already married!" he continued but this time Wang Julong lost her patience. She pulled back slightly and broke free from his grasp.

"I will not marry you," she said flatly, using the tone she reserved for moments when either bored or rebuking Deng Wu’s words. Seeing her use that voice with the young Master, Yan Xiaobao finally burst into laughter, unable to hold it in anymore.

When the young Master stormed off toward his carriage, his pouting face was visible. Moments later, Yan Xiaobao and the others could hear loud sounds echoing from inside the carriage, causing them to exchange glances before spotting a servant heading toward their campsite.

Standing beside the mercenaries, the servant immediately bowed deeply and sighed, "I apologize for our young Master and his behavior. This was never intended as an insult to you. He is simply too excitable."

Yan Xiaobao waved his hand dismissively, chuckling, "Don’t worry about it," he said. "Even the Giant Dragon rejected the young Lord, so there’s nothing worth fretting over."

With those words, Yan Xiaobao waited for a moment before scanning the now pitch-black surroundings. Even though the moon was out, its light was insufficient to illuminate the ground, and an unsettling feeling arose in Yan Xiaobao’s heart.

"Return to the caravan and lock yourselves inside," he murmured as he stood up. His friends immediately followed him as they noticed Yan Xiaobao was acting strangely.

Walking from the periphery to the campsite’s center, Yan Xiaobao wanted to ensure every guard was stationed where they were supposed to be.

There were three campsites: the first belonged to Yan Xiaobao and his companions, the second to four guards who had purchased spots for the mission, and the last to the guards sent by the Yang Family.

The Yang Family had sent ten guards in total, but as Yan Xiaobao approached their campfire, only nine men were sitting by it, laughing and chatting loudly.

"Where’s your last man?" Yan Xiaobao asked quietly, his hairs standing on end as a sense of danger gripped him.

"Wu and Zhu Long," Yan Xiaobao called out softly, "Take Xu Biao and Xie Lan to the young Lord. Ensure no one enters or exits the carriage, and that no one comes close. Keep anyone outside who tries to force their way in. If they persist, kill them."

"He went to relieve himself," one of the guards grumbled, annoyed. "Why should we bother tracking where our men go?"

"How long has it been since he left?" Yan Xiaobao continued to press, clearly irritating the man. While considered a prodigy, the guards didn’t care much for him, finding his attempts to instruct them on their job bothersome.

Leaving the nine guards behind, Yan Xiaobao advanced toward the second campfire where the four guards were stationed. He could only sigh as he approached. freeweɓnovel-cøm

All four were present, but they appeared uneasy. As soon as they saw Yan Xiaobao, their eyes lit up with hope.

"There’s something in the darkness," one of them said, his face etched with fear. This comment caused Yan Xiaobao to frown slightly, unease creeping into his heart.

"Go to the young Master’s carriage and follow the lead of my subordinates," Yan Xiaobao instructed before heading back to confirm the state of things with the nine guards at the other campfire.

Upon returning, he discovered that there were now only eight; another had disappeared. This time, the guards weren’t arrogant anymore. Instead, they seemed hesitant, their eyes darting nervously.

"Head to the main caravan and protect the young Master," Yan Xiaobao ordered, his gaze sweeping the ground outside the camp, but he found nothing discerning—no clue about what might lie behind their troubles.

"What about our missing comrades?" one guard asked, his voice trembling slightly. These guards had never faced an ordeal like this before.

"Tomorrow, we’ll look for them," Yan Xiaobao replied sternly. While he understood the guards worried for their missing friends, a search would benefit no one. They needed to prepare for an attack.

At the carriage, a new campfire was already lit. Everyone remained vigilant, scanning their surroundings, some startled to see Yan Xiaobao and the remaining Yang Family guards trailing after him.

"Has anything happened here?" Yan Xiaobao asked Xu Biao quietly. The Guild Master, after glancing around, shook his head.

At the forefront, Hui Yue announced that no one was allowed to move unless traveling in groups of four or more. This way, if something happened, they could defend one another.

Night blanketed the area. The moon provided little light to illuminate the campsite; the only illumination came from the main caravan’s campfire. All remained on alert, yet nothing out of the ordinary occurred.

As dawn broke over the eastern sky and bathed it in purple hues, the weary guards finally breathed a sigh of relief. Eight Yang Family guards retreated to their own caravan, planning to rest, as the convoy prepared to venture onward into the western tunnel route.

But things did not go as planned. Soon, the camp was pierced by blood-curdling screams, causing Yan Xiaobao and his companions to rush toward the caravan where the screams originated.

When they arrived at the source, Yan Xiaobao’s face turned ashen. Instinctively, he raised his hand to cover the young Master’s eyes. Blood, accompanied by a stifling stench, wafted from inside the carriage.

"Take him away," Yan Xiaobao commanded curtly. The servant nodded gravely, ushering the butler, the helpers, and Yang Bai away toward the safety of their camp.

"Xu Biao, Xie Lan. Follow them, then enter the carriage to protect the young Master," Yan Xiaobao said in an odd tone. Both obeyed without hesitation and rushed into the carriage to secure the young Lord and his two servants.

Glancing back at the bloody scene inside the caravan, Yan Xiaobao sighed deeply. He felt the red fog within his Dantian stir slightly, but after several deep breaths—with the aid of the blue cloud—he managed to calm himself.

The remains of two guards were inside the caravan, but what he saw was more than just corpses. These men were brutally ripped apart—no intact body parts remained for a burial.

Their limbs were severed, their heads halved, their stomachs ripped open, guts spilling out, leaving the carriage steeped in foul stench.

Staring at the gruesome sight, Yan Xiaobao could instantly discern the carnage. His rapid deduction led him to conclude this wasn’t the work of a human—only a Demon Beast could wreak such grotesque havoc.

A dangerous glint flickered in Yan Xiaobao’s eyes as he uttered the simple command: "Burn it." Then he walked to the next caravan to relay what they had discovered and his decision.

The decision to burn the caravan displeased the others, as it meant they’d have to proceed on foot. However, there was no alternative. The young captain quickly sided with Hui Yue’s suggestion to burn the remains. They were on a road where burial was impossible, and it was no longer feasible to return the bodies to their families. Instead, they burned them, taking a brief moment of pause before their journey resumed. Now, the eight remaining Yang Family guards stood alongside Yan Xiaobao and the mercenaries.

Their pace slowed, and a grim mood settled over them. Despite traveling only a day, they had already lost two men. Worse still, no one had witnessed what—or who—was behind the attacks.

Given the placement of the bodies inside the caravan, one might expect a person to be responsible for the carnage. But the nature of the injuries left no room for doubt—it had to be a beast. Could it be someone who controlled such a beast? And whoever it was, why would they target the convoy? They had neither offended anyone nor sought profit—their sole purpose was to escort the young Master to the academy.

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