People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 1 Plague God Lü Yue
On the coast of the East China Sea, in Kowloon Island.

The fairy air is ethereal and it is a paradise.

On the horizon, the sun rises, and golden flames fall from the Tang Valley, like a golden tail, reflecting on the vast land.

On the turbulent sea surface, an island surrounded by fairy mist gradually revealed its true appearance.

The island is full of spiritual medicines, spiritual herbs, immortal stones and spiritual materials.

Pavilions and attics are decorated on the cliffs. At first glance, the three big characters "Plague God Palace" have a Taoist charm, which makes people feel daunted.

From top to bottom, there are pavilions and corridors, like willow catkins, extending all the way to the seashore. In the magnificent scenery, you can also see sea creatures patrolling underwater.

There are five small Taoist palaces guarding it, which are the residences of Lu Yue’s disciples.

Lu Yue sat upright on the cushion, spiritual energy surging around his body like a blazing flame, and the boiling energy had a momentum like the morning bell and evening drum. Various spiritual treasures surrounded the auspicious cloud.

Pointing at the twin plague swords, the plague seal, plague bell, fixed plague banner, plague umbrella, and plague pill, they emitted many precious lights, illuminating the avenue in Lv Yue's heart.

Call ~
A breath of foul air came out.

Lu Yue opened his eyes, with the power of a dragon soaring and a tiger leaping, and three flowers on his head slowly bloomed.

After traveling through thousands of years, he finally crossed the threshold of the Golden Immortal. The so-called Golden Immortal is immortal. In the prehistoric land, he has barely had a little self-protection power. Although Jiejiao claims to have tens of thousands of immortals coming to pay homage.

But most of them are low-level Qigong practitioners who have touched the threshold of the Heavenly Immortal. There are less than fifty immortals above the realm of Golden Immortal. Excluding the four direct disciples and the seven immortals who serve as attendants, there are only Zhao Gongming's brothers and sisters. Among the disciples outside, Lu Yue's cultivation is second only to Zhao Gongming.

It can be seen that it is extraordinary.

The remaining 10,000 people still brought their skills to seek the protection of Jiejiao, and had no intention of practicing at all, which laid the foundation for the destruction of Jiejiao.

Yuanshi Tianzun of the Chan sect used all of its resources but only cultivated twelve golden immortals, which shows that golden immortals are scarce.

Lu Yue was originally just a medical student. He stayed up all night and died suddenly. His soul quietly traveled to the body of the Plague God Lu Yue who had the same name as him. The owner of this body died because he was too eager for success and practiced the plague poison array. He made a mistake in operation and killed himself.

He casually summoned a water mirror.

The person in the mirror was dressed as Taoist Lu Yue, wearing a bright red robe, with a face as blue as indigo, hair like cinnabar, a huge mouth with fangs, three eyes wide open, three heads and six arms, looking like a real evildoer.

Cultivating the mind is also cultivating the mind.

No wonder Yuanshi Tianzun of the Chan Sect said that all the disciples of the Jie Sect were people wearing fur and armor.

To think that he, a dignified human being who practiced the immortal arts of Shangqing, ended up becoming a demon, was somewhat possessed, and gave people such a terrible first impression.

It would be unworthy of his dignified appearance if it is not used by the disciples of the Chan sect to gain merits and achievements.

He is not some demon or ghost who has transformed himself into a demon. He is also the first person in the history. Besides, Lu Yue is also a beauty lover.

Calm your mind and disperse the water mirror. Out of sight, out of mind.

The Shangqing Immortal Method taught by the saint is a method that leads directly to Daluo. He can only hope to reshape his body and return to his original nature when he achieves Daluo.

In fact, Lu Yue's cultivation speed was not slower than that of other disciples of Jiejiao. He was an insignificant human with no cultivation at all, but he became a Golden Immortal in ten thousand years. He was unique in Jiejiao.

However, Yuan Xin had an extraordinary spirit and wanted to be the number one in Jiejiao. He made a mistake in his practice and ended up usurping the throne.

Fortunately, Lu Yue's cultivation was the way of plague, and his method of cultivation was tainted with a bit of bad luck, so he didn't have many friends in the prehistoric land. So he didn't get caught.

Even his fellow disciples from the Jiejiao sect avoided him, fearing that they would be affected by his plague-like aura.

After thousands of years of honing the Shangqing Immortal Technique, his every move and gesture already showed the demeanor of an immortal, and his conversation was no longer about waving a hand and spreading plague, infecting the land and extinguishing all life.

With the integration of memories, the online novels I read in my previous life gave me a foresight into the great trend of the prehistoric world, and the previous sense of urgency gradually disappeared. Instead, I gained a bit more of a proud character and a vision that looked down on the world.

The five disciples under his tutelage, Zhou Xin, Li Qi, Zhu Tianlin, Yang Wenhui and Zheng Lun, each taught a unique skill, which gave them a little ability to protect themselves.

"Master, the Four Saints of Jiulong Island heard that Master had achieved the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, and asked their disciples to deliver a gift to you."

Zhou Xin held a treasure box in his hand. It was made from the core of a thousand-year-old willow tree, decorated with spiritual jade, and engraved with formations to ensure the efficacy of the spiritual medicine.

It is a necessary box for creatures in the ancient world to preserve elixirs.

Before Lu Yue opened it, he could smell the fragrance of elixir.

Li Qi stood beside him respectfully: "The Four Saints of Jiulong Island have prepared a banquet in the cave, and we will wait for Master to come out of retreat and have a feast."

Lu Yue was stunned when he heard this. He did not have a deep friendship with the Four Saints of Jiulong Island. Although they lived on the same island, they were weak. The four brothers worked together to occupy the southwest corner of Jiulong Island.

It’s not an exaggeration to live in a remote corner!

Fortunately, the four brothers have a deep bond and have practiced a combined attack formation, so they can fight across a realm and still not be at a disadvantage.

"Got it." Lu Yue looked at Zhou Xin and Li Qi. The two were wearing blood-red robes and had black heads. What's more, Li Qi's eyes were glowing blue and Zhou Xin's skin was blood-blue, which was almost the same as Lu Yue's.

He knew that the Taoism the two of them had learned from him was a flawed one. Although their progress was extraordinary fast and their power was immense, not inferior to that of ordinary celestial beings, their future was actually ruined and at best they could only enjoy wealth and honor in the human world.

Sigh.

With a slight movement of magic power, the treasure box was opened, and a low-grade spiritual root was revealed inside.

Today, the ancient world has experienced the great catastrophe of Longhan and the war between wizards and liches, and has been riddled with holes. The spiritual resources between heaven and earth have long been exhausted. It really took the Four Saints of Jiulong Island to find a low-grade spiritual root as a gift.

"You two have followed me for a thousand years, and your magic power is mottled. Although you have acquired some supernatural powers, you must know that supernatural powers cannot defeat destiny. I grant you two a piece of golden leaf to hold in your mouth to wash away the mottled magic power. If you are lucky enough to refine it within a hundred years, you can obtain the fruit of the Heavenly Immortal Dao. If you fail to refine it, Zhou Xin, you will take your four brothers down the mountain to accumulate merits and enjoy the wealth of the world."

Lu Yue held the treasure box in his palm, pinched off two golden leaves of the low-grade spiritual root, and handed them to Zhou Xin and Li Qi, one each.

As for the remaining three disciples, Zhu Tianlin, Yang Wenhui, and Zheng Lun, their cultivation is not as good as the other two, but they are in the early stage of refining emptiness, so even if they take it, it is a waste of natural resources.

"Thank you, Master."

"It is already a blessing for a disciple to be favored by the master and to be taught magical skills. I dare not ask for more." Li Qi knelt on the ground with a pure mind.

His five disciples were all children picked up from the mouths of monsters when Lu Yue was traveling. Lu Yue treated them as his own relatives, but cause and effect cannot be forced.

Lu Yue, who was familiar with the plot of Investiture of the Gods, was not too sad when he knew his name was on the list. Although his path to immortality was cut off, his name remained on the path to godhood, and at least he had saved his life.

Not stronger than the fellow Jiejiao disciple who turned into ashes.

Lu Yue closed the box, thinking about refining the low-grade spiritual roots before coming out of retreat, so he ordered: "I will retreat again for a hundred years, you can go and practice."

Zhou Xin and Li Qi bowed and left, exiting the Plague God Palace.

Lu Yue casually activated the formation engraved in the Plague God Palace to isolate it from outsiders' detection, and then devoted himself to practicing.

In the ancient times, years were not counted. During a casual retreat, a hundred years would pass by quietly.

After Lu Yue refined the low-grade spiritual root pine cone branch, he disappeared into the auspicious cloud. The pine cone branch moved with the wind, condensing three low-grade spiritual fruits, which contained three magical powers.

It can also suppress his own luck.

Lu Yue's eyes flickered as he looked at the luck above his head. The red sun was like smoke, and mottled black was entwined on the smoke column. It was the result of the killing sins he had committed when he practiced the plague and poison formation.

He gave a wry smile.

Fortunately, the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jiejiao Sect came and blessed the disciples with the good fortune of the saints. Otherwise, when he was out, he would have been mistaken for a demon and killed by the righteous people passing by in exchange for merit.

In the auspicious clouds, many spiritual treasures emitted a creepy green light. With an idea, Lu Yue placed all his plague methods into the fixed-shaped plague banner. He created the plague method himself, and the fixed-shaped plague banner was enough to place it on. There was no need to use all the acquired spiritual treasures he had refined to place his plague method, which was a complete waste of natural resources.

The two swords, one sword absorbs the power of medicine and becomes a sword for saving people, and the other sword, being tainted by the poison of medicine, becomes a sword for killing.

The most suitable seal for the Plague Seal is the Fantian Seal that Yuanshi Tianzun refined for Guangchengzi. It is so skillful that even if you pick up a brick and smash it on the ground, it will also leave a hole.

The Plague Bell, with the innate treasure Donghuang Bell as its template, can completely enhance defense.

After washing all the magic weapons, Lu Yue came out of seclusion.

Standing on the Plague God Palace and looking down at Nine Dragon Island, many creatures ran towards the forest in fear. It was obvious that Lu Yue had used them for training before, and their luck was ruined in this way, which was almost the same as the devil.

How can one not be abandoned by heaven?

With a wave of his finger, the spiritual energy on Jiulong Island gathered and turned into spiritual rain, which drifted away and nourished all living things. It was a kind of compensation from him.

For him, it was just a casual act, to show kindness to the creatures of Jiulong Island. Although it was a small favor and not enough to dispel his many karmas, it could reduce some disasters over time.

"Master, why did you send down the rain? They are just some ordinary livestock." Zhou Xin and others had already come out of seclusion, lit a fire on Jiulong Island, and roasted the thighs of the spirit beasts.

What a delicious meal!

Lü Yue frowned slightly upon hearing this, and looking at the bloodstained hands of Zhou Xin and other disciples, he taught them: "Do not refrain from doing good deeds even though they are small, and do not commit evil deeds even though they are small. Over the years, you will inevitably commit a murderous calamity, and even the gods cannot save you."

"Disciple knows his mistake."

Zhou Xin, Li Qi and others immediately knelt on the ground, sweating profusely.

"Get up. It's not too late to mend the fold. I hope you will keep this in mind." Lu Yue looked at Zhou Xin and Li Qi with disappointment. After all, they still didn't refine it and wasted the opportunity.

"Master, the Four Saints of Jiulong Island came here once before. Seeing that you were in seclusion, they left. However, they left a message, hoping that you would attend the banquet after you come out of seclusion."

Lu Yue nodded. The Four Saints of Jiulong Island had been very considerate of him by waiting for a hundred years. If he didn't go, it would be unreasonable. He should meet these fellow disciples of Jiejiao.

(End of this chapter)