However, when it heard no sounds of fighting, it felt something was off, assuming the people hunting Lin Yifan had all run away, and that's why it started calling out loudly for help.

It knew it couldn't outrun Lin Yifan and the other three, so its only option was to call for help, hoping it would make some difference.

Now, having finished its call for help, all it got in response was the silence around it; this was quite embarrassing.

"Hehe! I was just bored and expressing my feelings, no other meaning; now that I've expressed myself, I'll stay quietly in the silk pouch." Facing the puzzled looks from Lin Yifan and the others, the Millennium Blood Ginseng said awkwardly.

From its birth until now, this incident was the most embarrassing thing it had ever encountered, making it feel utterly mortified.

"Humph! Do you think your shouting will do any good? They're all here for you; if you fall into their hands, you will die even more miserably," Lin Yifan snorted coldly.

The Ghost Spirit had a wicked heart, still hoping to call others to beat them up, but unfortunately, it didn't understand the current situation.

"Why would they come for me? I'm just an ordinary little weed!" the Millennium Blood Ginseng said, completely bewildered.

"If you were just an ordinary weed, nobody would come for you," Lin Yifan replied.

"Alas! It seems the world is not safe. I might as well choose suicide. That way, it's all over, and I avoid any torture," the Millennium Blood Ginseng sighed.

"Then hurry up and commit suicide, save me the trouble," Lin Yifan responded without mercy.

All he wanted was the Life Essence from the Millennium Blood Ginseng, whether it lived or died was none of his concern.

"You bastard, I'm the only thing that can save your woman, and yet you want me to die?" the Millennium Blood Ginseng became angry.

Lin Yifan's indifference left it feeling utterly disheartened.

"You're the one seeking death, are you blaming me?" Lin Yifan asked innocently.

"Can't someone express their feelings? Moreover, if I really die, you won't get my Life Essence," the Millennium Blood Ginseng threatened.

"Why not?" Lin Yifan asked, not understanding.

"Because once I die, my Life Essence will slowly disappear along with me," the Millennium Blood Ginseng answered.

It hoped this answer would make Lin Yifan realize its importance.

However, it was wishful thinking; Lin Yifan would not be threatened into worshipping it like a god. So he said, "Then, after you die, I'll just slowly collect your Life Essence."

Anyway, the Life Essence wouldn't disappear immediately; collecting it slowly would do just fine.

The Millennium Blood Ginseng was so infuriated by this response that it said angrily, "You deadbeat, you scum! I'm done with you."

After saying that, it huffed back into the silk pouch and wouldn't come out again.

"Hehe!" Watching this scene, Lin Yifan felt quite proud of himself.

This kind of Ghost Spirit needed to be dealt with ruthlessly, with no soft-heartedness allowed; otherwise, it would take advantage.

Meanwhile, as the Millennium Blood Ginseng stuck its head out to converse with Lin Yifan, several groups hiding in the shadows became restless.

To confirm whether the weed in the silk pouch hanging from Lin Yifan's waist was the Millennium Blood Ginseng they had been searching for for months, they carefully edged closer to observe.

Upon confirming that the little weed in Lin Yifan's pouch was indeed the long-sought Millennium Blood Ginseng, they immediately charged out.

Therefore, no sooner had Lin Yifan finished laughing than five groups of people leaped out from all directions of the forest.

Brandishing weapons, they stared intently at the silk pouch hanging at Lin Yifan's waist.

Seeing so many people suddenly rush out, Lin Yifan and Li Dafeng were frightened; the force was enough to obliterate them in an instant.

"Retreat!"

With that shout, they fled back into the Misty Forest.

They knew the objective of these groups; hence, they would certainly not let them snatch the millennium-old Blood Ginseng they had obtained through great hardships.

The thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng, which had just crawled into the silk pouch, indignant, sensed the hurried footsteps of Lin Yifan and the others; thinking that someone was again after Lin Yifan and his group, it immediately stuck out its head and loudly yelled, "Help! Save... "

But before it could finish, Lin Yifan pushed it back into the silk pouch.

"Save your head, stay put inside," Lin Yifan said as he tied the drawstring of the silk pouch, sealing it off completely, to prevent the Blood Ginseng from taking any advantage.

After escaping into the forest, Lin Yifan and his group again implemented their deceptive plan, sending out Li Dafeng as bait to lure these groups into pursuit.

However, learning from their previous experience, the groups were much more cautious this time; they didn't recklessly follow the moment they sensed Li Dafeng, but instead took out flashlights, lighting up the surroundings, and advanced step by step.

Seeing this, Lin Yifan, hiding in the shadows, knew they couldn't fool these groups, so he quickly ran towards the other side of the Misty Forest.

Hearing the sound of hurried footsteps, the cultivators among these groups immediately gave chase with their flashlights. They didn't rush, deliberately controlling their pace.

Although they had flashlights, the fog in the Misty Forest was too thick, with visibility extremely low, not exceeding fifty centimeters. For safety, they had no choice but to slow down to avoid falling into an enemy's trap.

As the groups slowed their pace, Lin Yifan and his friends certainly didn't; they knew the Misty Forest had only one trap, so as long as they avoided it, they could run wild.

Soon, Lin Yifan and his friends increased the distance between them and the groups.

Hearing the footsteps of Lin Yifan and his friends fading away, the pursuing groups panicked; if they let Lin Yifan and the four of them escape, they would miss the rare opportunity to snatch the millennium-old Blood Ginseng.

In order to fulfill their mission, their task, they couldn't let the four of them escape, so they threw caution to the wind and sped up their chase.

In an instant, the distance closed, little by little.

Lin Yifan and his friends flew with all their might, not looking back.

After a few minutes, they finally flew out of the Misty Forest; yet, the moment they did, a group waiting outside came to intercept them.

This group was dressed in black assassin attire, with hats covering their heads and masks over their faces, obscuring all of their appearances. Furthermore, they each carried a long, pointed knife on their backs, apparently their primary weapon.

Lin Yifan immediately recognized the identity of this group; they were the cultivators from the organization protecting Zhen Jian.

"How could we encounter this group here? Could it be they're seeking revenge on me?" Lin Yifan wondered.

A few months ago, he had killed the younger brother of Zhen Jian, and he didn't know if this group had come to seek vengeance.

Nevertheless, he felt this was unlikely. These people could not possibly travel from afar to the Jiminia Primitive Forest to seek revenge, as they didn't have his exact location.

Seeking vengeance in a primitive forest spanning over two million square kilometers would be like finding a needle in a haystack, an almost impossible task unless one was extremely lucky. Thus, such a foolish act was definitely not something that the sage members of this organization would undertake.

The only explanation was that this group came for the millennium-old Blood Ginseng.

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