The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 610 - 348 1111

Fatty Qi first lavished praise upon her in the ssage, describing her as a miracle-working Bodhisattva rarely seen in Heaven and even rarer in the Mortal World, before he respectfully inquired how long the epidemic would last. Being a rchant, he was naturally adept at calculations; if the plague was nearing its end, it would soon be a ti for the revival of all trades. Fatty Qi San intended to seize the mont to sweep in and buy low—whether it be shops or supplies, he could snatch up great deals.

Of course, this situation was like the stock market; if you ti the bottom poorly, you end up descending into hell with everyone else, and only then do you realize that there are eighteen levels of hell...

About this, Ning Xiaoxian could only wryly smile. She was no Daluo Golden Immortal with the power of foreknowledge, nor did she know if the quest to capture the Plague Demon would be successful. Therefore, she had yet to reply to the letter.

On the sixth day, Miluo finally made a visit.

At that ti, she was in God Demon Prison trying to brew wine with Nine-Grain Millet and several types of Spirit Fruit. Soil could stimulate plant growth, but she did not possess a Magic Artifact to accelerate the flow of ti, so she experinted by fernting seven or eight jars with different recipes. Whether the wine turned out to be good or bad would only be known upon opening the jars in the future.

This was her first ti brewing wine and she was not confident in the outco. However, the three n in God Demon Prison unanimously praised her efforts. Perhaps for n, wine is a hook for poetry, a broom to sweep away sorrows, an incomparable companion, much closer to the heart than a woman.

Miluo slled the aroma of several types of fruit on her and thought to himself that this young woman must be concocting sothing again, yet he handed her a Jade Scroll: "I’ve put all the information about the Ba Snake Mountain Range inside. To briefly ntion, the Ba Snake Mountain Range is currently the residence of the Hidden Stream Immortal Sect. Once you get there, you’ll have to be even more cautious. The Hidden Stream doesn’t like to interact with outsiders, although they may have so connection to the Shaking Heaven God."

She sincerely thanked him, as acquiring this information from anywhere other than Miluo would have taken her considerable effort. The next ssage Miluo brought, however, was bad news.

In these few days, another 150,000 people died of the illness. Counting the ti, from east to west, patients in state after state had died in succession. This confird Miluo’s original speculation: indeed, the Plague Demon had been releasing the Plague Seeds all along its path. The worst part was that despite the states’ best efforts to control it, the epidemic had quickly spread, with roughly 350,000 newly infected patients. Although this figure didn’t sound like much within the whole Continent population, these patients’ onset of the disease was twice as fast as the previous batch’s.

The illness released by this Plague Demon was finally revealing its ferocious nature because, having read the secret scrolls, Miluo knew that the disease’s spread was exponentially increasing. The first batch of patients took twenty-five days from infection to death; the period was reduced to thirteen days for the second batch of patients; the third batch could only live for seven days; the fourth batch had a re four days to live...

The further along it was, the less the epidemic could be called a "plague" – it was a fatal disease that killed upon contact. Therefore, although there was an antidote available during the Middle Ages, due to transport difficulties, only a limited number of people could be saved. In the end, nearly ten million mortals lost their lives to the disease, and the Continent saw a desolate scene with corpses strewn across the fields with no one to collect them. However, living beings tend to forget the pain once their wounds heal; thus, this great epidemic was buried and sealed away in history, with people nowadays completely unaware of it.

Now, they were faced with the sa situation. If they did not capture the Plague Demon quickly, if they did not swiftly develop the antidote, this Continent would once again fall into turmoil.

Therefore, the third piece of news that Miluo brought was about the whereabouts of the Plague Demon. This morning, finally, a slip of paper two fingers wide was passed out through the crack under the door of the Situ Family’s residence, which, after several channels, reached his hands.

On the slip, written in exquisite flower-pinching script, detailed Huo Mingzhu’s recent situation and expressed that Lord Situ’s new concubine had a strangely cordial attitude towards Ru Ji. Recently, as Situ Qing was preoccupied with Ru Ji, Huo Mingzhu would visit the west wing room whenever he sporadically left the house, her words and gaze intensely eager, even taking the opportunity to brush against Ru Ji’s hand and shoulder, causing her to shudder with fear.

The most valuable piece of information was that Huo Mingzhu had entangled herself with Situ Qing yesterday, clamoring to return to her mother’s ho. These days, with the company of Ru Ji, Situ Qing’s interest in her had waned substantially, and he naturally allowed it.