The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

He was a highly skilled doctor and a philanthropist, earning him the love and respect of the entire village and being regarded as a great hero.

"Until one day..."

Bai Xiaoxiao's face turned completely ashen.

"A terrifying epidemic suddenly broke out in the village."

“A perfectly healthy and active person, once infected with this strange disease, will inexplicably develop physical defects.”

"Some people wake up one day missing their limbs;

Some people's mouths and noses rotted away, and they couldn't even let out a scream.

"Not long after, the epidemic spread like wildfire, and the whole village was infected with this strange disease."

The more Gao Haoguang listened, the more his two sword-like eyebrows furrowed.

This method of causing inexplicable physical mutilation...

It doesn't sound like an ordinary plague at all; it sounds more like some kind of method used by a sorcerer.

"The villagers were terrified and wanted to flee the village, but the strange disease had drained their strength, and they could not get out of the deep mountains at all."

Bai Xiaoxiao's tone was low.

"That incurable disease turned the village into a giant coffin."

Everyone was actually already dead; they were just buried a little later.

"Until one day, the medicine man who had traveled far to gather herbs in search of an antidote finally returned."

He told the villagers that he had obtained a "miracle drug" that could definitely cure the disease.

"Everyone believed him!"

Bai Xiaoxiao's tone suddenly changed, "But... everyone was fooled by him!"

"His so-called elixir of immortality... is nothing but his blood!"

"Those villagers who drank his blood did not grow back the missing limbs."

Instead, amidst a series of agonizing screams, it was transformed into pools of foul-smelling blood!

"Later, a rumor began to circulate in the village..."

Bai Xiaoxiao's body trembled violently, her hands tightly clutching her shoulders, her voice choked with sobs, almost incoherent:

"They say... that medicine doctor was never meant to save people in the first place!"

He personally spread the plague, just to use the entire village's living people as test subjects for his bizarre medicine!

A mountain breeze swept through the forest, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

Only Bai Xiaoxiao's sobs could be heard in the quiet bamboo forest.

Xia Chuan listened quietly, then slowly nodded, his sharp gaze fixed on Bai Xiaoxiao's retreating figure.

"So, the medicine man who brought annihilation to the entire village was your ancestor?"

She turned around to face the two of them.

Facing their gazes, she nodded desperately, tears streaming down her pale face.

All the grievances, resentment, and guilt she felt for carrying the burden of generations completely overwhelmed her at this moment.

“I am a descendant of sinners…this is what our Bai family owes them.”

She closed her eyes, her voice hollow like a wandering ghost:

"Please... kill me."

Chapter 9 An Encounter a Thousand Years Ago

Meanwhile.

A thousand years ago, in 525 AD.

Jiang Mingzi looked at the Three Truths and One Moon Token in his hand, whose light had completely dimmed, and shook his head regretfully.

"Unfortunately, the time-space travel of the same month consumed too much energy, and the magic power has been exhausted."

We couldn't see with our own eyes where they were teleported by the scroll.

Jiang Mingzi smiled slightly and casually straightened his bright yellow robe:

"I wonder who they will encounter."

If one cannot even pass this kind of trial, then this so-called destiny will simply have to wait for the next one.

He recalled Gao Haoguang's youthful face, distorted by the fierce wind, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Little Grey, don't blame the Ancestor for being ruthless."

"If you do not quickly become stronger in the face of life and death, I fear that even when my lifespan is exhausted, I will not be able to complete the great task of spreading the Dao of the Three Truths."

As he spoke, this Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws, who had dominated an entire era, surprisingly showed a hint of worry, typical of an elder, between his brows.

"As for that little grand-disciple who has no magic power, although he does seem quite capable in combat..."

"But his serious demeanor suggests that he lacks a bit of cunning and shrewdness."

Jiang Mingzi rubbed his temples with a worried expression.

"If we encounter those cunning and vicious Nirvana Corpses, what if they use ordinary people's lives as a threat?"

With his straightforward nature, won't he be hesitant to act rashly and end up suffering a great loss?

"That's enough. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Ultimately, it's their own growth that matters."

Just as Jiang Mingzi was pondering, his brow twitched slightly.

A mournful cry for help could be faintly heard in the wind.

"Help me!!"

"Run! Don't look back!"

With the immortal's keen hearing, he instantly pinpointed the location.

"It seems to be from ten miles away?"

A hint of interest flashed in Jiang Mingzi's eyes. "This is going to be interesting."

Before he finished speaking, his bright yellow figure vanished from the spot like ripples on water.

In the dark woods a dozen miles away, two figures in tattered clothes were scrambling and crawling as they desperately fled.

Behind them, three murky-eyed corpses, devoid of any sign of life, were leisurely pursuing them.

One of the Nirvana corpses, as if toying with its prey, casually picked up a sharp wooden stick from the ground and hurled it forward.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp whistling sound rang out as the wooden stick, like an arrow released from a bow, pierced the chest of the man running behind, pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Achai!!!"

Hearing the screams, the runners ahead stopped in despair.

Seeing his companion die, the surviving man's eyes widened in fury. He gritted his teeth and suddenly pulled out the rusty sickle from his waist.

"You bunch of man-eating beasts!"

"Now that you've found me, I'm not expecting to escape anymore!"

With red eyes, he turned around and said, "I'll fight you to the death!"

However, the three-headed corpse suddenly stopped and completely ignored the living person who had gone mad.

The central corpse with red, blood-red eyes on its forehead suddenly raised its stiff head.

Something terrifying seems to be rapidly approaching from the sky!

"I thought they were highway robbers, but they turned out to be three ignorant corpses."

The grand and solemn voice was like rolling thunder, instantly suppressing the three Nirvana corpses in place, rendering them unable to move.

In mid-air, Jiang Mingzi stood suspended in mid-air, looking down at the monster below with a wicked smile on his lips:

"Nirvana Corpse? I love dealing with you all the most!"

"Let this immortal lord ravage you a bit!"

Meanwhile, a hundred miles away, in a cold, dark cave.

The three-eyed corpse, sitting cross-legged, suddenly felt its heart pound!

"A seeker of the Dharma?!"

Through the supernatural power of the red eyes on his forehead, and with the help of the puppet's vision, the three-eyed man clearly saw the imposing, bright yellow figure in mid-air, which shocked him so much that he almost lost his soul.

"Such terrifying pressure..."

"Could it be... the legendary Immortal Lord of the Eternal World?!"

Three Eyes was greatly shocked, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Yes!

Only a supreme being standing at the pinnacle of heaven and earth could make someone a hundred miles away feel such profound unease simply by using their aura!

After a brief moment of shock, Three-Eyed felt a surge of relief at surviving a close call:

"Thank goodness... thank goodness it was just a scout puppet!"

"What bad luck!"

He calmed down a bit and then realized:

"No, it should be that I was really lucky."

"To witness the world's number one fighter in action is a real treat."

Three-Eyed felt much more at ease:

"It's nothing but a puppet."