The Age Of Doom: I Can Deduce Countless Ages Of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 77: Firm Determination

"In your opinion, how do you think this should be resolved?" Chi Songzi looked at Xu Xucheng with great interest.

At this moment, the other alchemists in the room also looked at Xu Xucheng, wanting to see what this young man would say.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xucheng directly picked up the hand-copied Changsheng Epidemic and pointed to the famous Taiwei Zhenjun of the Qingxiao Sect on it, saying, "This epidemic is a disease of your cultivators. I cannot solve this epidemic. I think the answers should all be here."

As soon as these words came out, Chi Songzi and the other alchemists in the tent were all stunned.

"Kid, do you know who you're referring to with that name?" Chi Songzi asked when he saw Xu Xucheng's expression.

Xu Xucheng shook his head.

He was not a cultivator, so naturally he had never heard of Zhang Qingyuan's name.

"That person was the number one genius in the world before the end of the Dharma Era. He had a mortal identity but was registered as an immortal. You must have seen the crack that spans the sky after the end of the Dharma Era. That scar was left by him," Chi Songzi said, wanting to see Xu Xucheng's reaction.

"So what? Are you just going to watch the world fall into its current state?" Xu Xucheng said in a deep voice upon hearing what Chi Songzi said.

He was not clear about the grievances between cultivators, but now there was only one way to solve the epidemic.

"Dealing with such a powerful being is not easy. Although this epidemic is mostly unrelated to Taiwei Zhenjun, do we dare to question him? If he gets angry, judging from the sword scar from that day, he could turn this place upside down," a cultivator behind Chi Songzi said with a bitter smile.

This Changsheng Epidemic has caused enough trouble. If they were to go to him again and let Taiwei Zhenjun mistake it for questioning him...

Most people's understanding of Zhang Qingyuan mostly came from rumors, and they were not clear about Zhang Qingyuan's character.

If they angered him, a supreme immortal powerhouse, his power would probably be three times stronger than this epidemic.

There are also teachings in this world that emphasize the concept of karma, but Zhang Qingyuan's Innate Dao Bone possesses a Divine Ability that is unaffected by cause and effect.

All cultivators in this world can fear the consequences of their actions, but Zhang Qingyuan is truly unrestricted.

At least until the knife is stabbed into their own bodies, they would not think of going to the Qingxiao Sect.

Xu Xucheng looked at the cultivators in front of him and fell silent.

He also grew up listening to the legends of immortals.

At least before the end of the Dharma Era, when he was still a child, he had also dreamed of joining the major immortal sects in the Eastern Wilderness and becoming a cultivator who slays demons and eliminates evil.

But during the end of the Dharma Era, when he was growing up, he watched as the cultivators continuously declined, and he extinguished his thoughts of cultivation.

Instead, he turned to the path of helping the world and saving people.

He saw the cultivator in front of him, who was timid and fearful, and a hint of mockery appeared on his face after a brief silence. He said, "So, you're afraid of the Taiwei True Immortal of the Qingxiao Sect?"

"How can you say we're afraid? If that person gets angry, it's three times more terrifying than a plague," the cultivator next to Chisongzi couldn't help but reply.

Xu Yunyi stood beside Xu Xucheng and saw his face grow darker.

He knew that Xu Xucheng was already feeling angry.

Xu Xucheng coldly glanced at the cultivators and directly lifted the curtain of the tent.

Behind the curtain, the camp was filled with commoners covered in horrifying sores.

The previously low moans began to reach the camp.

"Please save me! I have money! I have two property deeds in the capital. As long as you can cure me, I'll give you everything!"

"I'm begging you, please help me!"

"Mom! It hurts!"

The hoarse, weathered, or tender voices of sorrow entered the ears of the crowd.

Xu Xucheng stood in front of the tent and turned around to the cultivators inside, saying coldly, "So you are afraid. But you're afraid of death. Aren't the people outside who are already infected afraid?"

"Today, I finally understand what kind of people you cultivators are."

"You're afraid? I'm not afraid. Since you won't go, then I'll go alone."

Xu Xucheng snorted coldly, flicked his robe, and left the tent.

Xu Yunyi quickly followed Xu Xucheng out of the tent.

Xu Xucheng looked at the dying patients in the camp, and his face grew even darker and more embarrassed.

"Do you really want to go to the Qingxiao Sect? The Qingxiao Sect is two thousand miles away from here, and the road is rugged. Even with the best horses, it would take at least half a month. And there's still an epidemic outside!"

Xu Yunyi hurriedly spoke as he kept up with Xu Xucheng's pace.

Listening to Xu Yunyi's words, Xu Xucheng continued walking without stopping. He just said firmly, "If we continue like this, everyone will die. In the end, we will have to beg the Taiwei True Immortal. Since it's something we must do, why not do it?"

"Is it true that only that person can save us from this epidemic?"

Xu Yunyi hesitated and asked.

Xu Xucheng didn't nod in response. He looked at the patients who were moaning and no longer resembled humans and said, "I don't know if there is such a highly skilled doctor in the world, but it's undoubtedly better to act sooner rather than later. Saving many lives might be possible one day earlier."

"But those cultivators said that going to the Qingxiao Sect might result in death!"

Xu Yunyi became excited when he saw Xu Xucheng's determination.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xucheng turned his head and looked at Xu Yunyi, saying, "So, if we don't go, will it be fine? Do we really have to wait until the knife is stabbed into our bodies to know that we should hide?"

Xu Yunyi was speechless.

And Chisongzi, who knows when he followed them out, looked at Xu Xucheng's increasingly determined steps and the patients on both sides of the road, deep in thought.

(End of this chapter)