Seeing that Nezha was in a hurry, frowning, and looking anxious, Yang Jian naturally knew that the Zhou Capital was in trouble.
"Nezha!"
With a shout, Yang Jian stopped Nezha. His spiritual senses spread towards Mount Qi, and his expression suddenly changed.
A thick gray fog filled the sky above the Zhou Capital!
The vertical eye on Yang Jian's forehead suddenly trembled. He seemed to hear the screams of countless vengeful souls.
This gray gas …
"Senior Brother! Go and find Master and the others! Something bad has happened! " Nezha hurriedly shouted, "I don't know who cast a Dharma spell tonight. He actually cast a plague in the capital. Thirty percent of the people in the city are seriously ill. Those who are weak have already started to die!"
Plague? Dharma spells?
A name popped up in Yang Jian's mind. It was the name of an immortal from Jie School who did not show his life in the three sects.
Lu Yue.
After knowing what was going on, Yang Jian felt more at ease. The unknown was the most unsettling. After knowing that he was feeling uneasy because of the plague in the city, he just had to think of a solution.
"Go and ask our master to come!" Yang Jian looked at Nezha. "Fly faster! You have to be faster than the jade talisman! I'll go to the city and think of a way to stabilize the illness! "
"Alright!" Nezha nodded decisively. As the Wind-Fire Wheels spun rapidly, he carried the Fire-tipped Spear and flew towards the northwest.
Yang Jian transformed into a fire phoenix again and pulled a line of fire between heaven and earth. He hurriedly smashed towards the foot of Mount Qi.
As he got closer, Yang Jian's spiritual senses could gradually break through the layer of gray fog above the capital and see the situation in the city.
The Zhou Capital was the largest city within a radius of thousands of kilometers. Since the rise of the Zhou Nation, it had accommodated a continuous stream of guests from other places. The population was already approaching that of Chaoge City.
No one had counted how many humans there were in the Primordial World. However, the number of mortals in the Zhou Capital, including the cities within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, and the slaves, definitely exceeded ten million!
Now, half of the mortals in the city had fallen. The situation outside the city was still better, but the disease was spreading unscrupulously in all directions like a flame …
The Yang Mansion's array formation had been fully activated, and every corner of the mansion was filled with people who had been brought in to seek refuge.
The Meishan Six Friends led the immortal soldiers and ran in all directions. Zhi Jian alone protected King Wuwang's palace, preventing the gray fog from entering.
These actions showed Ao Xinke's ability to adapt to situations.
Yang Jian rushed to the top of the city and took a deep breath. His voice reverberated within a thousand miles.
"The people in the city who are infected must be isolated from others! Those who are not infected should not drink or eat for the time being! I am Prime Minister Yang Jian. Everyone, please be at ease. His Majesty King Wu is blessed by the heavens. He will definitely eradicate this plague! "
With that, Yang Jian landed directly in the palace. King Wu's carriage was waiting at the palace gate. King Wu wanted to leave the palace for an inspection, but was firmly blocked by a group of ministers.
Suddenly hearing Yang Jian's voice coming from above, King Wu almost cried tears of joy, and all the ministers breathed a sigh of relief.
King Wu shouted, "Prime Minister! Hurry and save the people in the city! "
"Don't worry, Your Majesty." Yang Jian arrived and landed in front of King Wu. He cupped his hands and bowed to King Wu. "I've already asked Nezha to invite the elders of the sect. This plague must be caused by someone secretly casting a spell. There must be a solution."
"Since the Prime Minister is here, I am greatly relieved. Prime Minister, I am going to inspect the city!"
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. This plague cannot harm Your Majesty's golden body." Yang Jian pulled out a few bottles of elixirs from his Black Tortoise Belt and summoned a few generals. "Bring over some water jars and fill them with water. Put one of these elixirs in each bucket. The water jars will follow Your Majesty's carriage. Give half a ladle to each household along the way. No one will be cured with just a sip … There are not many elixirs. Remember not to cause a commotion among the people. Send more guards to escort Your Majesty. "
"Yes, Prime Minister!"
Yang Jian looked at King Wu and wanted to comfort him, but when he saw that King Wu was holding the hilt of his sword in his left hand and his eyes were filled with anger, he could only sigh in his heart.
King Wu asked, "Prime Minister, who was the one who cast the spell?"
"I don't know yet. I am going to search now. If I can find this person, I will definitely bring back his head!"
"If not for the Prime Minister, I would be at a loss." King Wu sighed softly.
Yang Jian did not delay any longer. He stamped his foot and soared into the sky. He knew that it was most important to calm the people at this time. What he was most afraid of was that the people in the city would panic too much and cause more trouble.
Gently taking a breath, Yang Jian stopped in the air and swept his gaze below.
He took out the Proud Snow Sword that was too conspicuous and wore it. Yang Jian did this purely to make himself more dignified and bring more confidence to the people in the city.
His divine sense could not find the person who cast the spell. Divine light bloomed in his eyes and he looked all over the city. Yang Jian quickly found the source of the plague — the well.
Or rather, the underground river.
Yang Jian's previous speculation was indeed correct. To be able to infect the entire city with the plague, apart from 'wind', there was only 'water' that could be relied on.
Flying through the city, Yang Jian deliberately let the people see his figure as he quickly rushed to the wells in the south of the city …
After a few investigations, Yang Jian had a rough idea of how the other party planted the plague.
The capital of Zhou Dynasty was too big. South City and North City were two underground water systems that provided water for the people in the city. The person who spread the plague chose more than ten wells and used a spell to pollute the underground water …
"Xinke, when did the plague first appear?"
Ao Xinke, who was meditating in the Yang Mansion, opened her eyes and searched for the source of the voice. She saw Yang Jian's figure. At that moment, the worry in her eyes gradually disappeared, and she felt relieved. “
"Four hours ago."
"Did you find anyone suspicious?"
"There were a few traces of Daira Jinxian's aura, but they retreated before I came out of seclusion."
A few traces?
That's right. It seemed that Lu Yue had a few disciples.
"Husband, the plague seems to have come from the water. I've tried the antidote that the Dragon Palace brought. Although it works, there are not many people who can be saved …"
Yang Jian continued to fly around the city while discussing with Ao Xinke. He jumped out of the city wall and flew around it.
Ao Xinke had also wanted to use her Dharmic powers to purify the underground water under the capital of Zhou Dynasty, but the plague was rather powerful. Ao Xinke had been in charge of the Hall of Omniscience of the Dragons for a Yuanhui. She could be said to be knowledgeable and experienced, but she was also helpless against the plague.
"It's poison but not poison, it's a curse but not a goblet, and it's mixed with the resentment of living beings … Husband, this should be a Dharma spell and mystical ability cultivated by someone from the miasma of the North Continent." Ao Xinke pondered for a while and said hesitantly, "If we want to find a solution, we have to find the person who planted the plague."
Yang Jian agreed and circled the city to search for traces of the other party. Unfortunately, he did not find anything.
Did he leave the plague and run?
If that was the case, Lu Yue was really ruthless. He seemed to want the Zhou Capital to be destroyed and obstruct the Zhou Nation from advancing eastward. In turn, he would control the destiny of the two sects.
Yang Jian was most afraid of madmen who would attack mortals regardless of anything. Once the other party was not afraid of the Heavenly Retribution and negative karma, he would become an extremely troublesome opponent.
Yang Jian found a well and transformed into a fish to sink into it. He searched carefully in the underground water system that was like a spider web.
There was a faint gray "cotton wool" lingering in the water. Yang Jian tried to wrap it with Xuanqi, and the "cotton wool" melted like snowflakes.
Yang Jian's spirit was shaken, and he immediately activated his profound energy. In a split second, it was unknown how wide and how long the underground area was.
The small fish that he had transformed into also puffed up its cheeks. As if it had used all its strength, it suddenly activated Xuanqi and killed the gray cotton wool in the water.
Although it was a little laborious, the results were still obvious. Yang Jian cleaned half of the well in one go.
After retracting Xuanqi, Yang Jian followed the flow of the underground water system and began the huge water purification project.
The wells in various parts of the capital began to show strange phenomena. Light kept flashing in them, and the common people gathered around to watch. Someone shouted, "The Prime Minister has appeared!", and the people who were suffering from illnesses also began to become spirited.
Unfortunately, mortals were dying every moment. The plague was like a net of death. Although Yang Jian had already begun to purify the water source, he still could not eliminate the illness that had spread throughout the Zhou Capital.
King Wu, Ji Fa, stood on the carriage and looked at the streets on both sides. The figures illuminated by the light of the guards' torches made his eyes slightly red.
This was not an act. After Yang Jian had instilled in him the concept of "the people are the water, and the ruler is the boat", Ji Fa attached great importance to the common people. He also intended to exempt some slaves who had committed lesser crimes from slavery.
The soldiers distributed "immortal water" along the way, but King Wu understood the meaning of the phrase "a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood".
Not enough, not enough at all.
"Reporting to Your Majesty! The Prime Minister has begun to purify the water underground! The source of the plague is almost under control! "
"Your Majesty! A slave riot has broken out in the north of the city. Many soldiers and guards have fallen ill, and we are unable to suppress it! "
"Your Majesty …"
The messengers shuttled back and forth with their reports, bringing little good news.
"Who did this! How dare they do such a vicious thing to mortals! "
King Wu shouted angrily and suddenly pulled out his longsword. Outside the gray fog, the clear sky was suddenly struck by a bolt of lightning. Behind King Wu, there was a five-clawed golden dragon that bared its fangs and brandished its claws!
"I will not forgive you!"
Crack …
Lightning flashed, and King Wu's figure emitted layers of golden light. Then, this golden light suddenly soared into the sky, turning into a comet that crashed towards the southeast.
If Yang Jian wasn't underground at this time, he would definitely be able to follow this golden light and find the culprit behind the next vicious attack.
Thousands of miles away, in a small town within the Zhou Kingdom, seven or eight figures wrapped in gray robes sat cross-legged on the bed of a guest room, seemingly cultivating with their eyes closed.
A golden light appeared on the horizon and quickly blasted towards this place.
And among these figures, one of them suddenly raised his head, revealing a pitted face. With a wave of his hand, a banner carrying a thick gray light was smashed out.
There seemed to be a clap of thunder in the silence, and the world was illuminated by the sputtering golden light.
The flag that he had summoned was immediately blown to pieces, but the golden light was also blocked and did not reach the small town.
In the guest room, the Daoist who had attacked suddenly turned pale and spat out a mouthful of white blood.
"Master?"
"Master!"
Another woman's voice sounded, "Fellow Daoist?"
"It's fine, it's not a big deal." The man raised his hand to stop the shouts from others, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. "It's just the backlash of the human emperor's destiny. Hmph, a mere mortal emperor can actually injure me. It's not good to stay here for long. I'll temporarily leave the Zhou Kingdom and see what happens in the future. "
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