With the root cause of Dong Xiaowan's illness completely removed, Yi Yun had one less worry on his mind.
In the following days, he planned on continuing his reclusive cultivation. He wanted to consolidate the fruits of the Azure Wood Divine Tree's growth.
As for what would happen if the demonic servants fled to Myriad City, it was beyond Yi Yun's control.
"I will be in seclusion for a period of time. Ru'er, take good care of Xie'er. Xiaowan, you can actually return to the Jadewave Sect. Your father must be very worried about you," said Yi Yun.
He had already informed Dong Xiaowan of the Jadewave Sect's relocation.
Dong Xiaowan shook her head. "Young Master, you just saved me and now you are going into seclusion. Sister Xie'er still needs someone to take care of her. How can I leave just like that? It's best I wait for you to end your seclusion."
Dong Xiaowan also wanted to inform her father of the good news as soon as possible. In order to save her, her father, Dong Shaoqing, had sacrificed a lot.
"Young Master, I would like to send a message to my father to let him know that I am safe and will not reveal our location. I wonder if Young Master would agree?" inquired Dong Xiaowan.
Yi Yun nodded. He trusted Dong Xiaowan's character. The valley he was hiding in was Dong Xiaowan's private residence.
"Then go ahead and send the message," said Yi Yun.
"Alright," replied Dong Xiaowan happily. She and her father, Dong Shaoqing, had an extremely secretive method of communication.
…
While Yi Yun was in seclusion, a strange illness began to appear in Myriad City at some point in time. Once infected, there was no way to cultivate. No matter how hard one tried, one's cultivation level would not increase at all.
Moreover, this strange disease was extremely special. It only happened to geniuses and young martial artists. Those mediocre and old people were all fine.
These genius warriors were in the midst of their rising strength. Time was extremely precious, but after being infected with the strange illness, no matter how much they cultivated, their cultivation levels would not improve at all. Many natural treasures were thrown at them but to no avail. If their cultivation levels did not improve, there was no way to treat the strange illness.
Some of them were not only unable to cultivate, their bodies were even gradually weakening.
Si Shaoyu was one of them.
Si Yusheng had been crippled and he had taken over Yi Yun's Yun Xin Loft. He was at the peak of his powers and there was a high chance that he could replace Si Yusheng's position, becoming the new successor of the Myriad Immortal Pavilion.
However, just as he was feeling proud of himself, he suddenly realized that his cultivation had stopped improving!
He had obtained the Yun Xin Loft store, and the newly opened store was raking in money every day. He used all the money he earned to buy pills for cultivation. However, this vast amount of resources did not serve any of the purposes he had expected.
Not only that, but his body was also gradually weakening. This caused Si Shaoyu to panic!
If this went on, he would be like Si Yusheng, falling from his present position, becoming a cripple that no one cared about, much less becoming a successor!
This was even more terrifying to him than death itself.
"Young Lord …" The servant cautiously arrived outside Si Shaoyu's room. During this period of time, Si Shaoyu had locked himself in his room to cultivate in seclusion. His temper was incomparably violent, and even his maids had been injured by him, with a few even crippled.
"What is it?!" Si Shaoyu's gloomy voice came from inside.
"Zhou Family's Young Master Baifeng is here," the servant said.
Si Shaoyu sat in his room, surrounded by all kinds of pills. His eyes were bloodshot.
He was constantly consuming pills to cultivate, but his dantian was like a bottomless pit. There was no effect at all.
Under such circumstances, Si Shaoyu did not wish to see anyone.
He remembered that Zhou Baifeng had previously suggested luring Yi Yun into a trap. He had also instructed his men to carry out the plan.
"Why is he here?" Si Shaoyu asked impatiently.
"Young Master Baifeng said that he has something important to report to me …" The servant felt his forehead break out in sweat.
After a while, the door suddenly opened. Si Shaoyu stood by the door and said coldly, "Get him to meet me in the guest hall."
"Yes." The servant stole a glance at Si Shaoyu. For some reason, the young master's face was ashen and his eyes were black. Furthermore, his footsteps seemed to be unsteady …
However, he was only a servant. He knew that a loose tongue could cause trouble, so he absolutely did not say anything more.
Soon, the servant led Zhou Baifeng to the guest hall.
Upon seeing Si Shaoyu's appearance, Zhou Baifeng revealed a look that he had expected it.
"Brother Shaoyu, you must have heard of the plague, right?" asked Zhou Baifeng.
"Of course I've heard of it."
Too many geniuses had fallen prey to it. Now, the disease was known as a plague.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for a plague to spread in a warrior's world. Warriors had extraordinary bodies, so how could they fall sick?
But now, the truth was in front of them. Some people believed that some evil entity was wreaking havoc in Myriad City.
"I wonder if Brother Shaoyu thinks of Dong Xiaowan? I think the plague is similar to Dong Xiaowan's illness back then. Both of them are unable to cultivate. Furthermore, the people who are ill are like Dong Xiaowan. They are all geniuses with outstanding talent, "said Zhou Baifeng.
Si Shaoyu's expression was gloomy. He had long thought of Dong Xiaowan.
"Back then, Dong Xiaowan's father, the Jadewave Sect's Sect Master, Dong Shaoqing, searched for famous doctors. Eventually, he found Hu Yanbo to refine pills for him. But in fact, during the refinement process, Zuoqiu Bo had given Dong Xiaowan the same pill, but it was useless. Only the pills refined by Yi Yun could cure Dong Xiaowan, "said Zhou Baifeng.
Si Shaoyu said coldly, "Brother Baifeng, feel free to speak your mind."
"I heard that some factions have begun secretly searching for Yi Yun. Their geniuses have also contracted the plague. Now, they are thinking of Yi Yun. There are even people who have visited City Lord Qin," said Zhou Baifeng.
"Brother Shaoyu, is there any news from your side? If the Myriad Immortal Pavilion were to continue capturing Yi Yun, it might incur the opposition of some factions. "
Si Shaoyu glanced at Zhou Baifeng and revealed a sneer. "It looks like Brother Baifeng has contracted the illness as well, right? Why? Do you wish to seek Yi Yun's help? "
"However, with the relationship between my Myriad Immortal Pavilion and Yi Yun, why would he treat my illness? Of course, it doesn't matter if he's unwilling. Once we capture him, it will be beyond his control. "Si Shaoyu clenched his fists. His eyes, which were already red, looked even more bloodshot.
Zhou Baifeng shook his head, his expression somewhat bitter. He was indeed ill. If not, he would not have sought Si Shaoyu.
No one could have imagined that Dong Xiaowan's illness was the beginning of a plague.
Noticing Zhou Baifeng's erratic expression, Si Shaoyu said coldly, "Why? Brother Baifeng, are you thinking of changing your mind and sucking up to Yi Yun so that he can treat you?"
"About that …" Zhou Baifeng forced a smile. "Brother Shaoyu, you are overthinking things."
Zhou Baifeng was truly considering the problem. In fact, the conflict between him and Yi Yun was not that serious. If he gave him some natural treasures and apologized sincerely, perhaps Yi Yun would forgive him.
"Hehe!" Si Shaoyu chuckled sinisterly. "Without a butcher, do you think I can only eat pigs with fur? Besides, don't think that Yi Yun can really deal with such a strange illness. Back then, he only temporarily woke Dong Xiaowan up. That punk also said that he did not treat Dong Xiaowan at all. There's nothing he can do to cure the root of the illness. "
"All he did was refine a few Supreme Palace Iceheart Pills that only treat the symptoms but not the underlying cause. Brother Baifeng, I think you are trying anything in your desperation. Hmph!"
Si Shaoyu refused to believe that Yi Yun could resolve the plague alone. Geniuses from so many factions had fallen ill, but their seniors had failed to notice anything amiss. Yi Yun was only a junior like him, so how could he have the ability to do so?
However, after capturing Yi Yun, he could get him to refine Supreme Palace Iceheart Pills of a higher quality to temporarily alleviate his strange illness. With a buffer period, he would have more time to seek a cure.
"Brother Shaoyu, you are right. However, dragging this out is not a solution. Our time is precious. Once we drag this out for a few years, we will waste our potential. We will be wasted for the rest of our lives."
Upon hearing Zhou Baifeng's words, Si Shaoyu's eyes shimmered. He said, "The Myriad Immortal Pavilion's Elder Consortium has decided to convene a meet of alchemists and doctors. They are offering a sky-high reward to find an alchemist or doctor that can resolve the plague. Now, the alchemists' invitations have been sent out. In a few months, there will be an unprecedented meet in Myriad City. I refuse to believe that with so many outstanding alchemists and doctors in the world, they will not be able to find a cure for such a strange illness. It's only a matter of time!"
"Oh? There's such an alchemy meet? That's great! " When Zhou Baifeng heard this, he finally felt reassured. With the Myriad Immortal Pavilion stepping forward and spending large amounts of resources to take the lead in this matter, he was relieved. With the strength of an entire city, the matter would eventually be resolved.
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