My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 685 Drawing fire from the bottom of the cauldron

Duzun Peak Tiangong Camp.

"Zhou Tong is actually one of Lü Yue's men?!" Chen Mu's face darkened as he heard the faint sounds of conversation nearby.

Yes.

How could Lü Yue feel at ease carrying out such a major event as spreading the Yellow Millet Plague throughout the entire border region without a trusted confidant in charge?

"Luckily, I had the Zhu Yu magic sword near the Tiangong Camp in Yinyue Lake." Chen Mu was relieved.

This magic sword was originally intended to find out the whereabouts of General Li Jiu.

The camp where another general, Fei Zhao, was located was also being monitored by a Zhu Yu magic sword.

After all, Lü Yue was the head of a sect and a Divine Lord of the Primordial Spirit. Chen Mu was afraid that the two of them would not be able to withstand the pressure and would defect to him.

To Chen Mu's surprise, Li Jiufei and Zhao Fei were fine, but Zhou Tong, whom he had assumed would be fine, turned out to be the one with the real problem.

"Was your previous infection with the Yellow Millet Plague just an act for others to see?"

"No, it might not be acting; it's very possible that he deliberately poisoned himself!"

"With the Emperor's Dew present, even if one is injured by the plague, one can recover quickly!" Chen Mu suddenly realized.

"Insidious! Absolutely insidious!" He couldn't help but grit his teeth.

If Zhou Tong were to bring in reinforcements, Bianshexing would surely fall back into the hands of Lü Yue's men, and then my own situation would...

Thinking of this, Chen Mu narrowed his eyes.

……

Late at night.

At the summit of Duzun Peak, Zhou Tong strode into the main hall.

"Junior brother, go and rest. I'll keep an eye on Han Ying," Zhou Tong said to Fei Zhao by the pool.

"Is Senior Brother alright?" Fei Zhao asked with concern.

"It's only temporarily suppressing the hidden dangers; a complete recovery will be extremely difficult," Zhou Tong said, feigning resentment as he glared at Han Ying not far away.

"Senior brother, Han Ying is the sect leader's first disciple after all. You absolutely cannot execute him on your own," Fei Zhao advised with a troubled expression.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhou Tong took a deep breath and nodded as if trying to suppress his anger.

"In that case, I'll trouble you, senior brother." Fei Zhao hesitated for a moment, then finally stood up, clasped his hands in farewell, and took his leave.

Zhou Tong waved his hand dismissively, his eyes still fixed angrily on Han Ying.

After a while, once Fei Zhao's escape light had completely disappeared on the horizon, Zhou Tong's expression immediately changed, and he quickly approached Han Ying.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, young master." He said apologetically, while manipulating a spell to loosen the chains slightly, but he dared not untie them completely.

The chain technique was a joint effort between him and Fei Zhaoli Jiu. If it were completely broken, the other two would immediately notice.

"I will set up the altar shortly to guide our people here. Then we can capture Li Jiu and Fei Zhao in one fell swoop, and you will be able to break free of these chains completely," Zhou Tong said with a smile.

But as he continued talking, he realized something was wrong.

Han Ying's eyes were closed, and she showed no reaction to what he said.

Zhou Tong's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition suddenly arose.

Something is wrong!

He immediately unleashed several bursts of magical power to activate the chains.

The chains that had been binding the lower half of Han Ying's face quickly loosened, revealing a strangely smiling face with upturned corners.

Yellow millet plague?!

How could the young master possibly have contracted the Yellow Millet Plague?!

Zhou Tong's pupils suddenly contracted, as if his heart had been grabbed.

Sect Master Lü Yue values ​​Han Ying highly. If he finds out that Han Ying was turned into an idiot by the plague while I was in his care, then I…

Zhou Tong clenched his fists tightly, his heart trembling uncontrollably.

Is it Meng Qingchan?

No, no, no, it's Gao Gong Lan Xiuzhu!

They discovered I was in contact with the sect leader, so they directly targeted the young master. This was a fatal blow, forcing me to betray the sect leader.

How ruthless Lan Xiuzhu is!

Zhou Tong felt a chill run down his spine, and his back was instantly covered in cold sweat.

……

"You must be sweating profusely, General."

On the west side of the camp, Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair by the entrance of the snail shell, chuckling softly. Beside him, a golden-red plague flag fluttered without wind.

The Plague Immortal Technique can collect plague poison, and naturally it can also release it. Moreover, with the Plague Immortal Flag in hand, the methods of releasing plague poison are even more unpredictable and mysterious.

Upon discovering that Zhou Tong had contacted Lü Yue, Chen Mu immediately released a plague poison that turned Han Ying into an idiot.

Zhou Tong was Lü Yue's confidant, but Han Ying was Lü Yue's chief disciple.

If Han Ying gets into trouble right under Zhou Tong's nose, then Lü Yue will definitely not let Zhou Tong off the hook.

"As the saying goes, 'A wise man submits to circumstances,' and President Zhou will surely make the right choice."

"Ha ha……"

……

Driven by fear, Zhou Tong's motivation was fully mobilized.

The next day, he spared no effort to deplete his vital energy and used a secret technique to contact Tianguan City.

Four days later, a white jade door, seemingly a phantom, appeared in mid-air at the foot of Duzun Peak.

A new batch of Dao soldiers was dispatched to garrison Bianshe Star, while Chen Mu and the rest of the Tiangong Camp were ordered to return to Tianguan City.

"Relocating participants in the plague outbreak? Is this targeting Lü Shenjun?"

Following behind Steward Wu, Chen Mu slowly walked towards Tianmen, a sudden realization flashing through his mind.

Now things are really messed up; Gao Gong Lan Xiuzhu is now targeting Lü Shenjun.

Lü Yue probably doesn't have the energy to investigate the incident at Bianshe Star.

……

Yangdufang, Lane 96.

Six months later, Chen Mu returned to Jiwei Courtyard.

Looking at the familiar screen wall and courtyard, I felt quite at ease.

Although it was just an ordinary residence arranged by Tianguan City, during his previous stay there, he worked and cultivated every day, and his life was unusually regular and stable, which gave Chen Mu a sense of belonging.

With Lan Xiuzhu, being such a tall guy, leading the way, Lü Yue wouldn't be able to investigate thoroughly in a short time.

"Tens of thousands of Dao soldiers on Bianshe Star experienced the plague. If I hide among them, I will be like a drop of water in a lake, and I will hardly be discovered."

"For a long time to come, I should be able to cultivate in peace."

Thinking of this, Chen Mu couldn't help but smile.

Just as I was about to return to my room, a familiar, burly figure walked into the courtyard.

It was none other than his next-door neighbor, Zhong Qing.

The other party had gone to Bianshe Star earlier than me, and was also recalled this time.

Chen Mu was about to greet him when he noticed something was off about the other person.

He was pale, had a dull look in his eyes, moved slowly and clumsily, and was unresponsive to greetings from others in the courtyard.

This is……

"It is said that his upper spirit was damaged by the plague, and it will take many years to recover. It's so pitiful..." Everyone in the courtyard noticed Zhong Qing and couldn't help but sigh.

"This is already considered good. Of the five fellow Daoists on the second floor of the west wing, only two have returned. The other three have reportedly become nothing more than walking corpses."

"How could the leader of a sect be so ruthless and cruel?"

"Fellow Daoist, be careful with your words, lest you bring trouble upon yourself!"

Standing at the top of the stairs in the east wing, Chen Mu looked at Zhong Qing, who had a simple, honest smile on his face, and couldn't help but feel a bittersweet sense of sympathy for his comrade's death.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Demon Armor and the Seven Emotions Flames protecting him...

"Letting Han Ying be poisoned into a stupor by the Yellow Millet Plague seems like a lenient treatment," a sinister glint flashed in Chen Mu's eyes.

"And then there's Lu Yue, the Divine Lord who doesn't care about the lives of Dao soldiers."

"I really wanted to see him afflicted by the plague, but alas..."

Unfortunately, the opponent is a Nascent Soul Divine Lord, and unfortunately, the opponent is the Sect Master of the Thousand Machines Sect. Even with this unexpected turn of events, the opponent probably won't suffer much loss.

"As a rival of hundreds of years, Meng Qingchan must have a way to severely injure Lord Lü..."

At this moment, Chen Mu even had a slight hope that Meng Qingchan could wake up soon.

(End of this chapter)