"Forward! You will always move forward! You will never retreat!""But it''s too tiring, Master, too tiring. I''m too tired! I... don''t want to go on anymore!"

    "Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten everything?"

    "Forward! Forward! Forward!"

    Jiang Wang suddenly woke up.

    Looking around, he was stunned for a moment before remembering that he was in the town hall of Qingyang Town.

    The cold sweat on his back reminded him that he hadn''t had a dream in a long time. He hadn''t... remembered.

    Every day, he deliberately dispersed his Dao Yuan, drank himself into a stupor, and woke up with a splitting headache, unable to remember anything - that was the best state.

    Inner peace was so rare.

    Unable to find peace, he sought chaos.

    Unable to find liberation, he sought to let go.

    Let go...

    It was just dawn, and the town hall was filled with sleeping constables.

    Jiang Wang got up and walked out of the town hall, wearing only a single shirt. He randomly chose a direction and began patrolling the small town - this was the work he had been doing recently.

    In the current outbreak of the plague, only Transcendent cultivators could ensure their own safety.

    Wherever people needed supplies, wherever people were infected and needed to be relocated, wherever people were causing trouble... it all required his attention.

    Whether it was the naive and charming Zhubei Qiong, or Zhang Hai, who couldn''t bear to leave the alchemy furnace for a moment, it was all the same. He was busy, never resting. It wasn''t until now that he had a chance to take a break.

    The situation in Jiacheng had been publicly announced, and comprehensive measures were being taken, with support from all sides. The situation was complicated, but there was finally a glimmer of hope.

    All of this was brought about by that young man. The young man who was confident and assured that the Inner Court of Supernatural Powers was not the end...

    But Jiang Wang couldn''t relax.

    He had to continue to throw himself into his busy work in order to fight against the dream that had just awakened him - yes, during this time, he had discovered a new way to deal with the pain. In addition to alcohol, being busy with work that never stopped was also a way.

    After patrolling the area, he sent the two newly discovered plague patients to the specialized isolation area in the western part of the town. Those who had been in contact with them had also been marked and would be closely observed.

    The number of plague patients gathered in the western part of the town had risen from 130 to 247.

    But it could be seen that after the implementation of strong measures, the number of new patients had decreased significantly.

    Two medical cultivators sent by the Chongxuan family were working tirelessly to treat the plague patients here.

    Creating medicine that could cure or at least slow down the disease was the best option, because from the outbreak of the disease to death, it was only a short three to five days. Relying solely on two medical cultivators to treat each patient, many people might not survive until it was their turn.

    Such medicine did exist, but it was currently too expensive and impractical to obtain. For example, one Open Meridian Pill was enough to solve the problem of being infected with the plague, but who could afford to invest 247 Open Meridian Pills for the 247 patients in Qingyang Town?

    The entire city? The entire Yang Kingdom? No power could afford it, nor would they be willing to.

    Transcendent cultivators were not affected by the plague because of a method specifically targeting the plague, but because of their extraordinary bodies.

    In fact, the two medical cultivators had already made a considerable investment in diagnosing and treating the patients. The Dao Yuan stones they had consumed and the medical fees they had spent were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

    Only someone as wealthy and generous as Chongxuan Sheng would be willing to send them to Jiang Wang.

    After sending the patients into the isolation room, he personally distributed identification cards and registered their names for unified allocation of supplies...

    After completing all of this, Jiang Wang turned and left.

    He felt someone''s gaze following him, always following him, closely chasing after him.

    Jiang Wang suddenly turned around and saw the owner of the gaze, who was looking at him from a small window on the right side of the building.

    Bang!

    Seeing him turn around, the window slammed shut.

    He probably hit his head.

    "Ah!"

    A scream.

    Probably fell.

    Although it was only a brief glance, Jiang Wang, with the vision of a Transcendent cultivator, saw the scene in the small window.

    It was a child.

    A child who was so thin that he looked emaciated.

    Jiang Wang was thinking about whether to go up and take a look when the small window opened again with a creak.

    The little boy was probably standing on a stool, leaning over the small window, looking at Jiang Wang with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

    Jiang Wang tried to force a smile.

    Although his smile was not very bright, it seemed to give the little boy courage.

    "Today," his lips turned pale and blue, and he spoke with little strength, "is my seventh birthday!"

    This childish voice shattered many dusty fragments.

    Jiang Wang suddenly remembered that he was still relatively young.

    After reaching adulthood, it had been five years, and he should have been a handsome young man in his prime.

    But his long-neglected appearance and somewhat sorrowful stubble made him appear much older.

    Unfortunately... how could Jiang Wang not see that the little boy''s life was like a candle in the wind?

    "Ah!" Jiang Wang said, "Congratulations on growing another year older!"

    "Thank you!" The little boy nodded in thanks, then asked with some curiosity, "Sir, are you helping our Bodhisattva? Mother said... you are Bodhisattvas."

    One of the holy sites of Buddhism, the Hanging Monastery, was in the Eastern Region, and the teachings of the Buddhist tradition were widely spread here.

    A Bodhisattva was a position in Buddhism, and sometimes it could also refer to a person of great merit.

    "We don''t rely on Bodhisattvas. In the face of hardship, we rely on our own efforts!"

    Jiang Wang instinctively wanted to say this, but he felt that he was not worthy of such grand words.

    How could he be considered a hardworking person?

    So he just asked, "Do you have any wishes?"

    The little boy thought for a moment, feeling a little shy, a little hesitant, and a little eager, "Every year on my birthday, Mother always gives me two eggs to eat..."

    This should be easy to solve.

    Jiang Wang thought to himself.

    "Where are your parents?" he asked the little boy upstairs.The little boy said with some sadness, "Daddy told me they went out to earn some money for me, otherwise, when the plague leaves, I won''t be able to go to school."

    Xiang Qian remained silent.

    At this time, in this place, where could they go to make money?

    There were only two ways the little boy''s parents could have gone out: to be cured or to die.

    If they were cured, they wouldn''t fail to come back to see their child. So the outcome was obvious.

    Earning money was just a gentle lie.

    "You should have an egg on your birthday!" Xiang Qian said.

    "Wait for me!"

    He turned and ran outside.

    He bumped into the constables guarding the checkpoint, not allowing people to enter or exit.

    "Do you have any eggs?" Xiang Qian asked.

    "Huh?" The two constables looked at each other, not understanding the meaning of this Transcendent master.

    Xiang Qian leaped away from there.

    "Does anyone have eggs?"

    "Who has eggs?"

    Xiang Qian couldn''t care too much, he kept walking and asking loudly.

    An old woman tremblingly took down a piece of cured meat from the beam: "Do you want some cured meat?"

    "No, thank you!"

    After asking many people, Xiang Qian realized that in Qingyang Town, it was actually very difficult to find eggs.

    Not to mention eggs, even chickens had been eaten up.

    As a Transcendent cultivator, he had never cared about these trivial matters and was unaware of the scarcity of living supplies.

    Finally, he rushed back to the town hall and shouted at Xiao Xiao, who was buried in a pile of documents, "Why are the supplies in Qingyang Town so scarce? Can''t Jiang Wang even provide this much?"

    Xiao Xiao looked up in confusion, "Don''t you know? The whole Yang Kingdom has an outbreak of the plague. It''s not a matter of wealth now; even if you have money, you can''t buy supplies!" S?a??h th? N0v?lFire(.)n?t website on G??gl? to access chapters of n?vels early and in the highest quality.

    "So we should just ignore this situation? Because we can''t buy supplies, we should just give up?"

    Xiang Qian couldn''t explain his sudden anger; he just felt a fire in his heart, burning uncomfortably.

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