Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 351: Uncurable Poison
As expected, demonic cultivators continued to infiltrate the northern border, and even the City God was powerless to prevent them.

After all, the Northern Frontier is too vast, while the City Gods only number in the hundreds, so there are bound to be small tribes that are overlooked. The demonic cultivators specifically choose these small places to carry out their conspiracies and schemes, and their methods are simple and crude, relying solely on verbal manipulation to incite those leaders who are dissatisfied with the Yellow Springs Sect to rebel.

As for the details of the modification that Chen Ye most wanted to know, this person knew nothing about it, only saying that he had fainted and the modification was completed when he woke up.

Chen Ye walked up to the inhuman prisoner and asked, "Do you really hate the Yellow Springs Sect so much that you wish you could destroy the entire Fengdu City?"

The monster writhed, its mouth split into several pieces, emitting a hoarse voice: "You false god, you incite serfs to rebel against their masters, you destroy our faith, you are the blasphemer who is utterly disrespectful to the gods. You will surely die a horrible death in the corrupt earth, you will be condemned to eternal damnation..."

Listening to his endless cursing, Chen Ye said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense. You're not a brave warrior willing to sacrifice your life."

“I will not die. A new god has appeared, and He will grant me eternal life and restore glory to my family. I will become the ruler of the Northern Frontier. I will turn you all into slaves, I will skin you alive to make drums, and I will take all your women…”

Chen Ye shook his head; he had seen far too many people like this.

There will always be people in this world who want to feel superior to others, nobler, richer... they just need to be above everyone else to feel happy.

Especially those noble lords who are used to being superior to others often fail to see the situation clearly and are unaware that the northern frontier has changed dramatically.

However, this incident also reminded Chen Ye that the Yellow Springs Sect's control over the Northern Frontier was still insufficient, and it was easy to cause such trouble if they were not careful.

Although it doesn't seem very serious, this matter will need to be addressed sooner or later.

Chen Ye shut the man's venomous mouth and then said to him, "Your wealth and status are built on enslaving others, and your glory is manifested by trampling on others. You need slaves, but slaves don't need you. This makes you old-fashioned nobles look like cowardly maggots. Go to hell and reform yourself. If you have the chance to be reborn as a human, try to be a human being."

Chen Ye said to the large-headed ghost soldier, "Execute him according to the law and send him to the prison."

The large-headed ghost soldier cackled, "Sect Master, rest assured, we have extensive experience with these noble lords. We guarantee they'll scream in agony for years to come..."

Seeing Chen Ye's scrutinizing gaze, the ghost soldier quickly said, "Uh, I guarantee he'll reform himself and become a new person."

Chen Ye said to the giant-headed ghost soldier, "If punishment is only for cruelty, it is not good for you either. Your head will grow bigger and bigger, and you will become more and more distant from humanity. When the day comes for you to be punished, it will all turn into your suffering. Fairness and justice are difficult to achieve, but if you cannot achieve them, you will be the next one to fall into hell."

The giant-headed ghost soldier shuddered, recalling the sinners he had recently dealt with, and how he seemed to laugh louder and louder while torturing them. He was also growing to enjoy this game of cutting people into pieces and then rearranging them.

Thinking back now, I feel a chill run down my spine.

Because his execution day is just a few days away, the underworld soldiers need to undergo regular torture tests to prevent anyone from abusing their power or abusing their power.

The offerings of incense in northern Xinjiang come at a price; if you want to receive these offerings, you must shoulder the corresponding responsibilities.

Chen Ye didn't care whether the ghost soldiers would change. He didn't understand it now, but he would remember when the torture was about to begin.

Since the spirit body is not limited by the physical body, it is particularly prone to greed and resentment. Most of the spirit soldiers become inhuman because they can no longer suppress the evil thoughts in their hearts.

This matter cannot be resolved for the time being. All techniques that can clear away distracting thoughts are not suitable for ordinary people to practice. Perhaps we will have to wait for the Great Emperor of Fengdu to deduce a suitable technique, which will require time and a large amount of incense offerings.

Therefore, Chen Ye needs to resolve this plague as soon as possible.

Having met the culprit, Chen Ye prepared to meet the victims.

Whether this plague is truly incurable or not, I must see it for myself before I can be convinced.

Most of those confirmed to have contracted the plague were ordinary people who had come to watch the spectacle on the road, including people from the northern frontier and the central plains. They were temporarily sent to the City God Pavilion of the Yellow Springs Palace.

There were only a few dozen people at the moment, but it was expected that new infections would soon increase. When Chen Ye arrived, most of these people were asleep, and the few who were still awake looked exhausted. The plague they were infected with was urging them to quickly fall asleep and experience that perfect paradise.

Chen Ye walked up to a sleeping patient, placed his hand on the patient's forehead, and then slowly circulated his spiritual energy.

Chen Ye was practicing the Great Transformation Technique, and it was finally time for this technique to be used normally.

This spell was originally designed to allow one to experience the happiness of others, thus saving the trouble of cutting off one's own troubles. By simply choosing a happy and fulfilled person, one can replicate happiness twice.

This is a completely heretical practice, perfectly in line with the demonic sect's habit of taking shortcuts. It only doesn't require eating people; instead, it needs to fill the world with peace and joy, so that the Great Art of Transformation and Freedom will have an object to be cast.

Nowadays, Chen Ye also finds it very effective to use it to experience the dreams of infected individuals.

As the Great Law of Transformation into Freedom was activated, Chen Ye gradually felt himself entering a hazy dream state.

Chen Ye was somewhat puzzled because the lively scene before him looked a bit like Fengdu City.

It just looks more lively, with many rough, golden statues in the surrounding environment.

The streets were crowded with laughing people, all adorned with gold and silver, and on both sides were steaming hot roasted meats, thickly coated with honey.

Chen Ye wanted to continue walking forward, but found his footing suddenly stopped.

Chen Ye then realized that his right leg was a bit strange, like some kind of congenital disability, so he walked with a limp.

But after only two steps, his unsteady right leg recovered, and he could walk briskly again.

Then, a fine horse appeared between his legs, and he began to urge it on.

Meanwhile, the gold and roasted meat on both sides automatically flew towards his BMW, and those beautiful girls...

Chen Ye was not surprised. Although he was about to enjoy himself, he decisively ended the sensory sharing and moved on to the next infected person.

A moment later, Chen Ye shared more than a dozen dreams, all of which were very similar in content.

Health, wealth, delicious food, beautiful women... the simplest desires, the most direct enjoyment, this is paradise in the eyes of most people.

But this kind of paradise is an illusion and cannot exist in reality.

Chen Ye carefully examined the bodies of these infected individuals, but could not find any cause of their illness. Even when he took out pills with the scent of ginseng fruit, they only improved the infected individuals' health and did not prevent them from falling into a deep sleep.

Those infected with weaker willpower started yelling "Let me go back" after waking up and began to have the urge to harm themselves.

Chen Ye felt it was very troublesome because the time flow in the dream was extremely fast; just one night's sleep felt like ten years had passed inside.

Ten years of paradise, health and wealth, ten years of having everything you want. But after waking up, you become an ordinary person again, plagued by illness, poor and powerless. Who can bear it?

Perhaps Qu Heng's suggestion is right; it would be better to wait for them to die. These extravagant dreams are difficult to realize in reality.

Not everyone can be like Chen Ye, who, when faced with a desperate situation and the last straw, can still ask, "If you can give it to me, can I take it back?"

Chen Ye sighed helplessly, "We still have no choice but to get rid of the tiger's accomplices."

(End of this chapter)