My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 682 Confusion

At the summit of Duzun Peak stands a grand hall with green tiles.

Inside the hall is an exquisite pool, in which three white lotuses bloom like phantoms.

At this moment, Zhou Tong, the general of the Tiangong Camp on Duzun Peak, was sitting cross-legged by the pool.

His eyes were closed, his lips were slightly upturned, and he had a sly smile on his face.

"This is troublesome!" Fei Zhao, dressed in a brown Taoist robe, stood at the entrance of the main hall with a furrowed brow.

"Senior sister, we still can't get in touch with the sect leader?" He turned to look at Li Jiu beside him and asked.

“The Heavenly Gate is damaged, the Star Lord’s power is blocked, and Bianshe Star is too far away from the Heavenly Gate Star. In a short time…” Li Jiu shook his head, his face not looking good.

Fei Zhao's expression changed: "Even Senior Brother Zhou has fallen victim to this plague, what if we..."

“The three of us are all at the peak of the Dao Foundation stage. Since Senior Brother Zhou has already fallen victim to it, I’m afraid we’ve already been infected as well,” Li Jiu sighed.

Upon hearing this, Fei Zhao's expression grew even more unpleasant.

……

"These three camp commanders are not to be relied upon."

Inside the snail-shell room on the west side of the camp, Chen Mu sat cross-legged on a soft couch, listening to the voice transmitted back to his ears by the Divine Listening Technique, and shook his head in disappointment.

Unable to contact Lü Yue?

The plague was planted by the other party; it would be a miracle if we could even make contact.

With a thought, the gray wall appeared before my eyes.

Plague Immortal Technique: 409/10000/Second Tier;

"Although I'm only a beginner, I have the Plague Immortal Flag in hand, which should be just enough."

He originally did not want to get involved, but the three commanders of the Heavenly Crafts Camp were all helpless against the Yellow Millet Plague.

Less than a month after the initial incident, more than half of the soldiers of the Tiangong Camp on Duzun Peak had already fallen.

If things continue like this, the entire Bianshe Star may be wiped out.

If I'm the only one left to survive, the ending will definitely be unpleasant.

"We can't wait any longer."

With a flick of his wrist, the fiery red Plague Immortal Banner appeared before him.

The Plague Immortal incantation was recited, and the Jade Cicada's energy surged into the flag.

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, an imperceptible ripple spreads outwards from the Plague Immortal Banner.

It pierced through the snail shell, swept across the peak of Duzun Peak, and slowly but steadily spread into the distance.

Before long, a mysterious aura suddenly burrowed into the snail shell.

hum!

The Plague Immortal Banner immediately began to tremble slightly.

Chen Mu narrowed his eyes and immediately focused all his listening abilities to carefully probe the area around the Plague Immortal Banner.

They listened for a long time but heard nothing.

How could the Yellow Millet Plague be so secretive?

"It must have been cultivated by a master of the Nascent Soul stage. If one's cultivation is insufficient, one cannot even detect the plague right in front of them," Chen Mu sighed.

No wonder the three generals on the mountaintop were at a loss; they couldn't even see it, so how could they possibly handle it?

If I didn't have the Plague Immortal Flag and the Plague Immortal Technique, I probably wouldn't have been able to detect it either.

……

Several days later, late at night.

One hundred and twenty li south of Duzun Peak lies a small, desolate mountain.

Hidden in the vegetation on the mountainside is a secret cave.

Deep inside the cave, there is a stone platform with a black pottery jar on it.

A gentle breeze swept by, and Chen Mu's figure appeared. He looked at the black pottery jar on the stone platform, his expression grim.

Over the past few days, he had been manipulating the Plague Immortal Flag to slowly absorb the Yellow Millet Plague Poison. Before long, he discovered that, besides himself, there were other sources of absorption nearby.

Following the guidance of the Plague Fairy Flag, they soon discovered the cave.

"Plague Jar!"

Chen Mu squinted as he looked at the black pottery jar.

He thought of the plague jars he had seen in the Tianhe Water Mansion in Haizhou.

That young man surnamed Jiao used this jar to absorb the poison of the Yellow Millet Plague.

Although the jar in front of me is more ancient and mysterious, its style hasn't changed much.

"Moreover, the plague poison absorbed by the jar seems to be somewhat unusual." Chen Mu took out the Plague Immortal Flag, activated the Plague Immortal Technique, and carefully examined it.

"The plague virus recovered from the plague jar seems to be a bit stronger!" He frowned, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

He activated the Plague Immortal Technique again, releasing a small clump of the plague poison he had collected over the past few days.

It was soon discovered that only about 70% of the plague virus had been absorbed by the jar.

The remaining 30% was not only confiscated, but also spread rapidly to the outside world along with the faint fluctuations released by the plague jars.

“Refining the warrior-like Daoist weapon was just a side project; the Yellow Millet Plague itself is probably the real focus of Lü Yue’s scheme!” Chen Mu’s expression changed slightly. And now, most of this plague poison had been stored inside the Plague Immortal Banner.

Chen Mu: “…”

First came the Plague Fairy Flag, then came the Yellow Millet Plague.

This feud is really getting bigger and bigger!

……

Three more days passed, and it was late at night in the Snail Shell room.

Chen Mu sat on one side of the low couch, staring at the Plague Immortal Banner in front of him.

"The Yellow Millet Plague that has infected living beings will become more severe because it devours the spirits of living beings?" He suddenly realized.

Ever since discovering the strange nature of the plague poison jar, Chen Mu had been feeling uneasy.

After several days of comparative analysis, he finally found the special feature of the plague poison absorbed by the plague poison jar.

"This must be some kind of evil technique that uses plague to devour the spirits of others!" Chen Mu's expression turned grim.

First seizing the Plague Immortal Flag, then taking the Yellow Millet Plague, this action must have greatly disrupted Lü Yue's plans.

Just thinking about it for a moment made him feel immense pressure.

Lu Yue was a master of the primordial spirit realm, the leader of a sect, and had as many Qi cultivators under his command as there were stars in the sky.

"I can't afford to offend them!" Chen Mu gritted his teeth, shaking his head and sighing helplessly.

Or should we return the Huangliang plague poison we collected earlier?

Although it affected the opponent's plans, the large amount of plague poison gained meant that at least half the battle was won.

In this way, Lü Yue wouldn't get so angry that he wouldn't launch a large-scale investigation... right?

Tsk!

This is so damn annoying!

……

As the Plague Fairy Flag continued to operate, the plague gradually dissipated.

Except for a few unlucky ones, most of the Taoist soldiers have awakened and recovered, and the Heavenly Crafts Camp has resumed operation.

The three generals, along with their skilled subordinates, attempted to repair the Heavenly Gate.

Ordinary Taoist soldiers spend their days capturing and exorcising demons, and their lives seem unchanged from before.

this day.

Inside a hidden cave south of Duzun Peak, a pitch-black sphere, as tall as a person, suddenly appeared.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the black ball suddenly vanished, and Han Ying's figure appeared where the black ball had disappeared.

He looked exhausted as he strode to the stone platform, picked up the black pottery jar, and the feeling of its weightlessness immediately changed his expression.

During this period, he traveled continuously to stars such as Tianzhu and Tianmen, collecting twenty or thirty plague jars. The weight of the jars filled with plague was definitely not what it felt like now.

Before he could figure it out, a deafening roar erupted. The mountain above him suddenly exploded open, and sunlight streamed into the cave.

Han Ying suddenly looked up and found three figures hovering in mid-air, staring at him with gloomy expressions.

"No wonder the Green Worm Demon Lord was able to escape Haizhou; it turns out it was you, his inside man, who was cooperating in the chaos!"

"The sect leader's chief disciple has actually become a lackey of the Demon Lord! You deserve to die!" Zhou Tong, dressed in black, had a chilling expression on his face.

He would have almost lost his life if the plague hadn't inexplicably lost its effectiveness. Even so, he was severely injured, and his Dao foundation, which had been perfected for many years, was even corroded and became somewhat flawed and scattered.

Such damage would take more than ten years to recover from. At this moment, he wished he could tear Han Ying to pieces!

Han Ying's pupils suddenly contracted. Just as he was about to use magic to escape, golden chains descended from the sky, instantly locking him in place and rendering him unable to move.

Under the influence of the incantation, the person quickly fell into a deep sleep.

His right hand, which was gripping the plague jar, loosened its grip weakly, and with a soft crack, the jar shattered into pieces on the ground.

"Senior brother, can Han Ying really help Meng Qingchan cause trouble on her own?" Fei Zhao hesitated before asking, "What about Sect Leader Lü..."

Zhou Tong remained silent for a long time, his expression becoming increasingly solemn: "To change the Heavenly Gate's restrictions, we should first contact Elder Lan, the High Priest."

"Elder Lan is also a Nascent Soul Divine Lord, and he is fair in his dealings. With him here, he will surely be able to uphold justice for us!"

“But if we do that, it will probably cause quite a bit of trouble within the sect,” Fei Zhao said worriedly. “Moreover, we haven’t been able to find out the source of the information about this cave. What if someone is stirring things up behind the scenes? Wouldn’t we become someone else’s pawns?”

“Everyone else wants you dead, why are you still worrying so much?” Li Jiu glanced at Fei Zhao and said calmly, “We’ve already gotten involved in this by capturing Han Ying. No matter if Lü Yue is behind it or not, the outcome won’t be good.”

“That’s right. Tomorrow we will announce Han Ying’s crimes and coerce all the Dao soldiers of Bianshe Star to join us in making trouble.” Zhou Tong said with a gloomy face.

"Only if we make a big scene and find a powerful backer can we save our lives."

……

"Yes, let's make a scene like that! Let's make it as big as possible!"

"Only when things get out of hand will the focus be confused."

Inside the Heavenly Craft Camp, Chen Mu, who was listening to the conversation of the three people with his Divine Listening ability, smiled slightly.

"In that case, my risk in delivering the information about the plague jars to you will not have been in vain."

(End of this chapter)