Infinite Mask Game.

Wei Miao and Gu Fuhui remained calm. They were both resolute individuals who had followed Lu Shaoqing through chaotic times and witnessed countless corpses. This impoverished environment could not stir any emotion within them.

The two jumped from their hiding place onto the roof, using the easy-to-step tiles to leap forward with agile movements.

Although Wei Miao did not have any special movement skills, she was able to keep up with Gu Fuhui based on her physical abilities alone.

Pei Wenwei had practiced the Divine Speed ​​Technique, but unfortunately Wei Miao did not inherit his abilities.

Looking around, some martial artists were also moving swiftly on the rooftops, their dark shadows visible from afar.

Because Lin Ming had already begun his performance in the southwest corner, meticulously planned by Dian Miyi.

They all came after hearing the news.

This plague is of a strange nature; ordinary Yuehe techniques are completely ineffective. It is said that even the sect leader of Mingding Sect is still in the research stage.

At this moment, a martial artist of little renown suddenly appeared and said he had a way to solve the plague.

It's practically climbing over those famous doctors to gain immense prestige.

In addition, since this matter is related to the prophetic poem, all martial artists who care about this matter want to take a look after receiving the news.

"This epidemic is very troublesome, but fortunately I obtained a unique skill called 'Joyful Harmony' from a reclusive master, which can suppress the epidemic."

Lin Ming's voice could be faintly heard.

When Wei Miao and Gu Fuhui arrived, he was already surrounded by a group of people, who were locals who had been drawn by the scene of treating patients.

A row of people were squatting on the roof, their auras mixed together. From a rough sense, they ranged from third-rate to top-tier.

The two found a spot that was neither too close nor too far and blended in with the martial artists.

Below, Lin Ming was putting on a passionate performance of his indignation, already fully immersed in the role.

He had previously performed a miraculous cure in public, causing a sensation.

"I never expected this..." Lin Ming frowned, pretending to take a patient's pulse. "This time I'm finally certain that this epidemic is actually a kind of poison, extremely insidious. Someone is deliberately causing chaos in the capital; their intentions are despicable!"

The patient was deathly pale, with his eyes closed, and collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted; he was clearly very ill.

His family members were beside him. The patient had suddenly fallen ill, and his family members were about to go to the authorities when they heard that Lin Ming was practicing medicine. They quickly moved him to Lin Ming's side.

Now, Lin Ming is regarded as a "miracle doctor" by the onlookers. His words even caused the martial artists on the roof to whisper among themselves.

"What a cruel heart! He'd give up his humanity for that position."

"We don't know who did it. There is only one record of a deity called 'Fei' that is associated with epidemics in history, but that deity has long since disappeared."

"Even the sect leader of Mingding Sect couldn't save him, so he must be at least a top-tier expert. But where in the martial world is there such a person?"

"This Yuehe martial artist is also completely unknown. It's really strange that so many unknown masters have suddenly appeared in the martial arts world..."

Below, Lin Ming is activating his skill.

His right hand was placed on the patient's heart, and a pale purple glow emanated from his palm.

In just five seconds, the patient's complexion visibly improved, regaining some color, and his rapid breathing gradually stabilized, going from being half-dead to being in good health.

Wei Miao observed his actions but couldn't discern what kind of system it was.

There's no way around it; the diversity of dungeons dictates the diversity of abilities, and these abilities are rather unremarkable.

Soon, the head of the medical academy rushed over and greeted Lin Ming with a smile.

Next came the segment where shocking literature and commercial collaborations mutually praised each other, with the Dean of the Medical Academy extending a warm invitation to Lin Ming to cooperate with them in saving the world.

With a serious expression, Lin Ming "rigorously" estimated that he would have ten days to work with the great experts to develop an antidote and completely eliminate the plague.

I'm exhausted and need to go back and rest.

Afterwards, he and a group of medical personnel left the southwest corner under the escort of the city guards.

As the spectacle came to an end, the poor people below, as if waking from a dream, were overjoyed, exclaiming to each other that they were finally saved. The martial artists gradually departed; some were busybodies planning to spread the news, while others followed to see what would happen next.

"It works well."

Wei Miao got up with satisfaction and fled with Gu Fuhui to the Imperial Medical Academy.

The Imperial Medical Academy was located in Baoxifang in the west of the city, with its blue bricks and gray tiles, and was well-organized and imposing.

The surrounding area is an affluent neighborhood and commercial district, brightly lit and lined with high-rise buildings. The shops on both sides are still bustling with customers, seemingly unaffected by the epidemic.

Because the plague did not spread to this area.

Illness only torments the poor.

"It must be said that the location of the outbreak was well chosen."

The two stepped into a bustling inn. Wei Miao casually tossed a few taels of silver onto the counter and spoke nonchalantly.

They booked a room on the second floor and turned to walk upstairs side by side.

“Small-scale unrest can spread from a few points to a wider area,” Gu Fuhui said calmly, his gaze sweeping over the cheerful crowd around him. “If the interests of the powerful are infringed upon, the pressure on those behind the scenes will not be limited to us.”

“It’s also because the proportion of martial artists among the powerful and wealthy is much higher,” Wei Miao said. “Don’t you find it strange that, according to Lin Ming, the plague was originally able to infect martial artists, but now it has been modified to only affect ordinary people?”

Gu Fuhui replied, "It's probably similar to the reason why he's not taking action against the powerful and influential for the time being—he can't afford to offend the entire martial arts world."

Wei Miao scoffed: "But the one he's going to offend is the most powerful court in the Great Rong."

The imperial court's strength completely overwhelms the martial arts world, and the number of its seven elite sects is twice that of the martial arts world.

Even with various internal forces hindering him, if Lu Shaoqing really wanted to take action, he could suppress all dissenting voices in a short time, activate the state apparatus, and crush anyone who goes against it.

Currently, the imperial court and the martial arts world maintain a balance of power, but this balance is dominated by the imperial court.

Gu Fuhui seemed thoughtful: "Do you think there's a deeper meaning behind this?"

Wei Miao shook her head and said, "There is too little known information to see through it."

She keenly sensed something was amiss, but lacked the crucial piece of the puzzle.

The guest rooms face the street, and upon opening the door, there is a faint woody scent, while bright sunlight streams into the room through the windows.

The two men plan to stake out the location for the next few days, having delegated their daily tasks to their respective trusted confidants.

Wei Miao asked him, "If they really come, when do you expect it to be?"

"Tonight," Gu Fuhui said, "after all, delay could lead to unforeseen circumstances."

Wei Miao smiled and said, "What a coincidence, I think so too."

Anyone who knows these two people will know that it's impossible to lull them into a false sense of security by lying low.

If Lin Ming develops an antidote, the imperial court will declare victory.

In this situation, the Imperial Secretaries and the Directorate of Astronomy only need to protect him.

For those behind the scenes, it might be better to act sooner rather than later, which could put pressure on these two departments.

Of course, those behind the scenes may also choose another solution.

By exploiting the virus, Lin Ming was unable to succeed for a long time.

Then the imperial court was powerless to do anything.

However, Wei Miao still felt that the mastermind would launch a surprise attack to lull them into a false sense of security and distract them.

The plague is not the goal, but a means.

The mastermind behind this is certainly planning something else. (End of Chapter)