Immortality Starts From Making Money.

After the incident at Ravenhill Village, the Thousand Wealth Chamber did not encounter any accidents again. Their journey was smooth sailing.

Apart from the occasional rest on the road, they did not stop—traveling both day and night.

Before the journey, Mo Jian had prepared for various attacks from bandits, but he and everyone else were shocked. They did not encounter any bandits along the way.

It was then they realized the previous scholar was not lying. Someone had gathered all the bandits on this route for their evil plan.

Nevertheless, this was a blessing in disguise for their caravan.

Swiftly, they entered the Silent Creek Forest.

The Silent Creek Forest loomed ahead like a slumbering beast, its thick canopy casting eerie shadows that swallowed the light.

Twisted trees clawed at the sky, their blackened bark peeling like dead flesh, while the wind carried the scent of damp moss and blood-soaked soil.

Every traveler who approached the forest felt an invisible weight pressing on their chest.

This was no ordinary forest—it was a cursed stretch of wilderness where even the bravest held their breath.

The forest teemed with danger: notorious bandit clans used its shadowed trails as hunting grounds, striking without mercy.

But worse still were the beasts—unnatural, fierce creatures with glimmering eyes and bone-crushing jaws that would swarm unsuspecting caravans in coordinated frenzy.

Travelers dared not speak once they entered.

Weapons were kept close, and every crack of a twig sent hearts racing.

In Silent Creek, survival depended on more than strength—it demanded silence, luck, and prayer.

As the Thousand Wealth Chamber caravan passed through the narrow road of the Silent Creek Forest, everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding heavily against their chests. Mo Jian stopped his research and opened the window to look at the infamous forest.

Looking at the dark, quiet forest, everything in the next ten miles seemed to be dead. The wind stopped blowing, the trees stopped shaking their branches.

Everything was still.

Everyone felt a cold shiver down their spines.

Even the two Golden Core experts were no different. They could all feel the pressure on their shoulders.

Without hesitating, Mo Jian took his Spirit Link and sent a message to the old withered man.

Outside the carriage, the old withered man received the message. It was a one-word message.

Silence.

The old withered man understood the gravity of the message and quickly passed it around.

With the message circulated, the Thousand Wealth Chamber caravan descended into absolute silence, leaving only the faint sound from the Cloud Chase horses.

As for their carriages, they were unlike any traditional carriages. They were covered with runes and shock-absorber rings.

With all these, the carriages made no sound as they traveled through the Silent Creek Forest.

Hanging over their heads, the sun was a lot hotter than before.

Perhaps it was due to the mental pressure weighing heavily on their minds, but all the guards were sweating profusely.

After traveling for over five hours inside the Silent Creek Forest, everyone began to adjust to the eerie atmosphere of the forest.

And the pressure on their minds began to lessen.

Still, they maintained absolute silence.

Suddenly, the two Golden Core experts felt a horrifying presence watching over them. All the hair on their bodies stood on end.

Without hesitating, they unsheathed their weapons, ready for a life-and-death battle.

They pushed open the doors of their carriage, waiting for the enemy's attack but found none.

However, they were not in a rush to retreat to their carriage. They waited patiently for the enemy to appear.

An hour went by and they did not find any enemy.

Confused, the two experts exchanged subtle glances and retreated to their carriage.

Things had just gotten more complicated.

They were being watched.

Quickly, the two relayed their findings to Mo Jian. Receiving their messages, Mo Jian felt a cold chill down his spine.

For the two Golden Core experts to have experienced that, it could only mean one thing—they were being watched by a powerful expert or beast.

Just that thought made Mo Jian grip his weapon tightly.

He knew their large caravan would be attacked, but he never imagined such a terrifying entity would target them.

With such an entity marking them, there was only one thing they could do—be prepared.

This time around, Mo Jian did not warn the guards.

There was already a huge pressure on their shoulders, and adding this to it wouldn't help but have a negative effect.

As they traveled deeper into the Silent Creek Forest, most of the Peak Core Refining warriors began to notice something strange.

At first, they ignored the feeling, but as time passed, the sensation couldn't be dismissed any longer.

The guards exchanged subtle glances but kept quiet. Still, a thick, suffocating tension hung in the air.

Slowly, those at the intermediate realm noticed the strange feeling.

Compared to the Peak Core Refining warriors, they could not maintain their calmness.

Behind the caravan, a team of guards protected the rear, their eyes full of vigilance.

Among them, a young man in his early thirties, at Intermediate Core Refining realm stage 5, felt a cold shiver down his spine and kept looking back continuously.

The feeling of being watched was growing too strong; he felt a terrifying beast was right behind his ears.

Unable to hold it any longer, he opened his mouth to speak, but the man next to him raised a finger to his lips.

Shoosh!

Seeing this, the young man forcefully swallowed the lump in his throat.

Beads of sweat dripped from the corner of his cheek.

Unknown to him, he was not the only one having such a frightening experience—but everyone.

Those inside the carriages were tensed up. Many grabbed their weapons tightly, their chests rising and falling in trepidation.

When they thought things couldn't get worse, a thick, dark cloud drifted over their heads, blocking the sun.

Seeing this, even a fool would realize something unsettling was going on.

Mo Jian propped his head out of the carriage and felt the thick, ominous atmosphere.

With the brightness gone, everything was covered in darkness.

Suddenly, the still wind began to blow gently. When the wind hit their skin, all the hair on their bodies stood on end.

It was chilling—sending a deep fright down their spines.

We're being targeted, Mo Jian came to a conclusion.

Since they entered the Silent Creek Forest, everything had changed.

The forest felt like a graveyard, losing its sound and brilliance.

Since they were already being targeted, why bother avoiding the inevitable?

He opened the door and shouted:

"Full speed!"

His voice was like a sharp dagger that cut through the still, tense atmosphere.

Receiving the command, the tense guards sprang into action.

The Cloud Chase horses neighed and picked up speed.

Whoosh!

They bolted through the thick darkness at breathtaking speed.

The guards urged them to move faster, and the Cloud Chase horses responded to their call.

They cut through the wind like it was nothing.

"Prepare for battle!" Mo Jian shouted once again.

Shin!

Everyone unsheathed their weapons.

Every carriage was in battle mode, and their defensive formation was turned to the highest.

Whoosh!

Elder Zhao and Elder Bai Delan jumped out of their carriage and landed on its roof.

Each released their full aura.

If their enemies thought they could intimidate them into submission, they were wrong.

With the presence of two Golden Core experts, all the guards felt an air of security.

Still, they maintained their vigilance as they bolted through the quiet forest.

Suddenly, from the trees' shadows, two gleaming orange eyes appeared. They locked their gaze on the Thousand Wealth Chamber caravan.

The eyes were filled with primal intent, ready to devour everything.

Beside those eyes, more began to appear, and various unsettling sounds came from the forest.

The Cloud Chase horses were fast, yet the gleaming orange eyes appeared wherever they passed—and their numbers were increasing.

Standing on the roof of the carriage, Elder Zhao saw the gleaming eyes and gripped his weapon tightly.

"This is going to be a long fight," he whispered.

Elder Bai nodded. "Indeed, it's going to be a long fight."

They'd long detected the ferocious orange eyes and were waiting for them to launch the attack.

As for the guards, they were already battle-ready. Their eyes locked on the creatures staring at them as if they were prey.

For a moment, the two sides merely stared at each other without any action. Then, a deep howl came from the depths of the Silent Creek Forest.

Howl!

Immediately, the frozen eyes began to rush toward the Thousand Wealth Chamber caravan from all sides.

"They're coming…" the old withered man announced in a deep, grave voice.

A thick, suffocating tension permeated the air. Everyone held their breath, gripping their weapons tightly.

"Halt," Mo Jian commanded.

Since they couldn't outrun the beasts, their best course of action was to defend and slowly kill them.

Immediately, the Cloud Chase horses slowly came to a stop.

Mo Jian jumped down from his carriage, looked at the fast-approaching beasts, and commanded:

"Defense formation!"

Quickly, all the guards formed a tight defense around the carriages, and their gazes locked on the incoming beasts.

Howl! Howl!

With their prey right before their eyes, the beasts were elated by the fresh meat, ready to devour them to pieces.

They closed the distance swiftly.

The ground trembled, and the dark clouds above them thickened, as if they too were ready to swallow the Thousand Wealth Chamber caravan.

With the beasts only a few meters away, Mo Jian shouted:

"Attack!"