Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Treatment, Plague Gourd

Inside the thatched hut, Young Master Ji lay on a wooden bed.

A gray aura shrouded him, his complexion sallow.

Most importantly, the left side of his body, his face, and even his exposed left hand were covered in poisonous sores, giving him a terrifying appearance.

Looking at the limp, half-dead Young Master Ji, Hu Laosan could hardly believe his eyes.

Was this the same young master of a prominent family who had been so handsome and elegant not long ago?

Young Master Ji was still conscious, but upon seeing Lu Qing and the others, he froze.

“Young Master Ji, how are you feeling?”

Hu Laosan asked with concern.

“I’m not going to die yet,” he said weakly. “Uncle Hu, who are these…”

“This is Young Master Lu and Elder Chen, you met them a few days ago at the city gate.”

Young Master Ji looked at Lu Qing’s face, straining to recall, finally recalling some clues.

But he still couldn’t understand why Hu Laosan had brought these people here.

Hadn’t he sent him a letter, asking him to inform the Ji family?

Lu Qing didn’t rush to speak, a hint of surprise on his face.

He saw that the miasma mark within Third Young Master Ji had actually begun to flare up.

The poisonous sores on his hands and face proved this.

But strangely, the mark had only flared up halfway before being suppressed. Logically,

Third Young Master Ji, with only the Internal Viscera Realm cultivation, shouldn’t have possessed such an ability.

He activated his supernatural power and quietly gazed at Third Young Master Ji’s body.

Soon, several notes floated up.

[Ji Fei: The third young master of the Ji family in Qinglong City, an upright and kind-hearted person.]

[Cultivation: Minor Success in the Acquired Internal Viscera Realm.]

[Poisoned by the miasma mark of an evil cultivator, the miasma lingers, penetrating deep into his bones.]

[Once consumed Yunmeng ginkgo nuts, which transformed his physique and gave him vitality far superior to that of an ordinary person.]

…

So that’s how it was.

After investigating Third Young Master Ji’s condition, Lu Qing’s face lit up with enlightenment.

It turns out that this Third Young Master Ji had a fortuitous encounter, consuming a rare fruit called the Yunmeng Ginkgo, which gave him a physique unlike any other, allowing him to withstand the outbreak of the miasma mark.

Seeing the puzzlement in Third Young Master Ji’s eyes, Lu Qing smiled.

“Third Young Master Ji, you have been struck by the miasma mark. It is now deeply engraved in your bones, using your body as a vehicle to generate the miasma and epidemic.

Now you must suppress the mark and completely eliminate it.

Otherwise, when the mark erupts, the miasma and epidemic will brew, and this place will likely become a plague.”

Hearing Lu Qing’s words, a glimmer of light shone in Third Young Master Ji’s dim eyes. “Young Master, do you have a way to remove the miasma mark from me?” “

I’m somewhat confident, but I need Third Young Master’s cooperation,” Lu Qing nodded.

“What do you need from me, Young Master? As long as I can eliminate this mark and prevent it from erupting, I’ll be willing to sacrifice my life.”

A determined look appeared on Third Young Master Ji’s face.

Seeing him say this, Lu Qing’s eyes flashed with approval.

“No need to do anything. Just trust me, relax, and don’t resist my treatment.”

“That’s all?” Third Young Master Ji was stunned.

“That’s all.”

Lu Qing turned to the old doctor and said, “Master, I need to help Third Young Master Ji suppress the mark. I can’t be distracted.

In case anything happens, I’ll need your help to keep an eye on him.”

“Ah Qing, do you mean someone will come?” The old doctor understood the meaning.

“I can’t guarantee it, but this miasma mark is connected to the person who placed it.

If he’s not far away, he might be able to sense it when I suppress it.”

“I understand. Don’t worry, help Third Young Master Ji remove the mark.”

The old doctor nodded solemnly.

If it was just a simple plague miasma, he had a way to treat it.

But if it involved the path of immortal cultivation, his current abilities were beyond his reach.

“Uncle Hu, please help carry Mr. Ji San out. The sunlight outside will help suppress the miasma a little. Be careful not to touch the ash on him.”

With Hu Lao San’s help, Lu Qing and he carried Mr. Ji San out of the house, bed and body.

The young woman followed, holding a wooden stick.

It was then that everyone noticed the girl’s face was pockmarked with scars.

She had once suffered from leprosy.

In fact, most of the villagers who had gathered around Lu Qing and the others also had scars on their faces and hands.

They were probably survivors of leprosy in the past.

“Little sister, I need to treat this young man. Could you please step aside for a moment? Don’t worry, I won’t hurt him.”

Lu Qing smiled, noting the wariness in the girl’s eyes.

The girl didn’t move.

“Xiao Rou, it’s okay. They’re all my friends. They won’t hurt me,”

Mr. Ji San said slowly.

He had just heard the conversation between Lu Qing and the old doctor, and realized that Lu Qing really had a way to save him, and a glimmer of hope arose in his heart.

Although he was not afraid of death, if he could survive, that would naturally be the best.

The girl glanced at Master Ji San before slowly backing away.

However, she continued to watch Lu Qing and the others, seemingly uneasy.

Seeing her like this, Lu Qing understood.

It seemed there was a story between Master Ji San and this girl.

After the girl withdrew, Lu Qing picked up a piece of wood and began carving a pattern on the ground around Master Ji San.

His speed was impressive, and before long, a profound formation had been carved.

The wooden bed where Master Ji San lay lay was at the center of the formation.

After completing the formation, Lu Qing casually cast several jade talismans and sank them into the ground, channeling their power to connect with the earth’s energy.

The next moment, a hazy light shone, forming a dome that enveloped Lu Qing and Master Ji San.

This miraculous scene astounded those like Hu Lao San, who had never witnessed Lu Qing’s immortal methods.

The villagers, in particular, believed they were witnessing a miracle and knelt in worship.

Young Master Ji’s eyes were filled with shock, yet at the same time, hope grew stronger.

The more miraculous Lu Qing’s methods, the greater his chances of healing.

And the greater his chances of survival.

Lu Qing paid no attention to these thoughts, instead looking solemnly at Young Master Ji.

Perhaps stimulated by the power of the formation, the moment the light curtain rose, the gray energy surrounding Young Master Ji began to stir,

gradually encroaching upon the other half of his body.

Seeing this, Lu Qing immediately stepped forward, formed a talisman with his fingers, and quickly pressed it against Young Master Ji’s body.

The talisman descended upon Young Master Ji’s chest, and the gray energy tried to stop it.

But as the talisman emitted a faint white light, the gray energy, like a snake or scorpion, desperately dodged to the sides, allowing the talisman to penetrate into Young Master Ji’s chest.

As the talisman entered his body, Young Master Ji’s body immediately underwent a transformation.

The gray energy that had been floating outside his body froze for a moment.

Then, it quickly shrank into Third Young Master Ji’s body, occupying his left side.

Seeing this, Lu Qing smiled. He formed another talisman with his fingers, striking Third Young Master Ji

‘s body. This time, he targeted his head.

The talisman sank into his forehead, and the gray energy on his left face began to rapidly retreat, fleeing towards his neck.

Lu Qing continued to cast talismans.

After five consecutive talismans, the gray energy from Third Young Master Ji was finally completely expelled.

Finally, a strange gray mark appeared on his heart.

At the same moment, in a cave dozens of miles from the village, a figure sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.

“Is someone trying to remove the miasma mark I planted on that Ji family kid?”

The figure, shrouded in gray energy, carried a large gray gourd on his back.

“Who has the ability to remove the miasma mark I planted?”

A look of astonishment and doubt crossed the eyes of the strange man carrying the gourd.

He had planted the miasma mark on the Ji family boy using the Plague Gourd on his back.

Even someone of innate perfection shouldn’t be able to remove it.

Now it’s been triggered. Who could possess such power?

Hesitation crossed the strange man’s face.

He wanted to investigate, but he was wary.

Anyone who could trigger the miasma mark must be no ordinary person.

Perhaps it was a cultivator, like him, fortunate enough to have inherited an ancient legacy.

If that were the case, things would become far more complicated.

After a moment’s struggle, the strange man decided to investigate.

The Ji family boy’s unique physique would be of great use to him.

If he could successfully transform him into a poisonous miasma puppet, it would be a significant boost to his future cultivation. He

simply couldn’t afford to lose.

Furthermore, he had already achieved a preliminary level of refinement in the Plague Gourd, greatly increasing his strength.

Even a perfect Xiantian realm cultivator wouldn’t necessarily be his match.

If the situation changes and he wishes to escape, I’m sure no one in the world will be able to stop him.

With this thought, the strange man immediately formed a magical seal with his hands, gathering the lingering gray energy into his gourd, revealing his pale face.

“I want to see who’s so bold as to touch the cauldron I’ve set my eyes on!”

A fierce look flashed in the strange man’s eyes. After determining the direction, he disappeared into the cave.

Just as the strange man, following his senses, rushed to the village,

Lu Qing also encountered a surprise.

Suddenly, a long shout echoed from outside the village: “Fei’er, where are you? Your father is here to pick you up!”

Immediately, several powerful auras appeared outside.

“Master Ji, please stay.”

At this moment, Ma Gu’s voice echoed from outside.

The Ji family master’s breath suddenly paused, for he recognized Ma Gu as the driver of Young Master Lu, feared even by the Lord of Azure Dragon City.

The several Ji family Xiantian behind him also shuddered.

Ma Gu’s presence meant that the other person was also nearby.

Recalling the terrifying methods that person displayed in the city, several people hurriedly restrained their auras, not daring to act rashly.

The head of the Ji family bowed and said, “Excuse me, sir, is Mr. Lu here too?” “

Yes, my son is inside, treating Mr. Ji San. Please don’t make any noise, so as not to disturb my son,” Ma Gu replied.

Hearing this answer, the head of the Ji family felt relieved, knowing that his son was still alive.

He continued politely, “I never thought my son would be so blessed to receive such a blessing from Young Master Lu. I, Ji, would like to express my gratitude.

Sir, I am concerned for my son. May I enter the village?”

“Well…”

Ma Gu hesitated when the old doctor’s voice rang out, “Let them in.”

Ma Gu immediately said, “Master Ji has heard. My master invites you in.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Although Ma Gu and Wei Zi’an were only at the Postnatal Realm, Master Ji still showed due courtesy.

After another bow to them, he led his men into the village. Upon

arrival, they were all shocked to see Lu Qing and the Third Young Master Ji enveloped by the light curtain of the formation.

They were both astonished by the mystical sight of the formation’s light curtain

and by Ji Fei’s appearance. Master Ji, in particular, was distraught at Ji Fei’s condition.

He couldn’t imagine the pain his son had endured to become so inhuman, yet neither human nor ghost.

Fortunately, he still had some self-control.

Though heartbroken, he could see that Lu Qing was doing his utmost to treat his son, and dared not disturb him. He

simply bowed quietly to the old doctor, “Greetings, Senior.”

“No need for formalities,” the old doctor returned the greeting. “Ah Qing is currently removing the miasma mark from your son. It should be almost successful. Patriarch Ji, don’t worry.”

Patriarch Ji, though unaware of the miasma mark, could tell things were improving. He relaxed a little and began to peer into the formation.

Within the formation’s light curtain, Lu Qing had already forced all the ashes from the Third Young Master Ji into a single spot, condensing them into a mark.

But this alone wasn’t enough.

The miasma mark was located in the heart of Third Young Master Ji, practically fused with his heart meridian.

Therefore, he would still need to exert considerable effort to force it out completely.

With this in mind, Lu Qing pulled a needle bag from his chest.

His spiritual energy surged, and he quickly inserted eighteen silver needles into the area surrounding Third Young Master Ji’s heart.

This completely sealed his heart meridian, along with the miasma mark, preventing it from escaping again.

With its escape route blocked, the miasma mark seemed to sense the danger and began to struggle.

The unbearable pain overwhelmed Third Young Master Ji, who groaned.

Beads of sweat the size of beans formed on his face, and the ulcers covering his face only made it look even more hideous. The

eerie gray mark, like a living thing, surged and struggled in Third Young Master Ji’s heart.

The scene horrified everyone around him.

The head of the Ji family was especially heartbroken, wishing he could take his place.

Lu Qing ignored the pain on Ji San Gongzi’s face.

His eyes were fixed on the miasma mark that was beating like a heart.

He began to form seals with his hands, rapidly condensing talismans.

As a talisman emitting a faint golden light condensed in his hands, a sense of peace began to emerge in everyone’s hearts.

In contrast, the miasma mark on Ji San Gongzi’s body struggled even more fiercely.

(End of this chapter)