Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

"The matter of the plague should not be underestimated."

Li Yuan reverted to his lazy youthful self, walking alongside the Emperor of Dayue at the head of the procession of people.

Weak coughs came from behind; more and more people were falling ill and getting onto carts.

"Disinfecting strong liquor is a very timely measure."

Li Yuan highly approved of the foresight of the Great Yue Emperor.

Fortunately, they brought some strong liquor with them; otherwise, many people would have collapsed from festering and infected wounds.

Although these so-called spirits don't have a very high alcohol content, they still have some use.

"If it's for disinfection, you can get some wood ash and look around for plants like mugwort."

Li Yuan pondered carefully, but there were indeed no good conditions along the way.

"disinfect?"

The Emperor of Dayue pondered, "Could it be that it's meant to prevent inflammation?"

Li Yuan nodded: "That's right. The wound will fester because of the presence of bacteria and germs, which are tiny insects that are invisible to the naked eye, causing the wound to fail to heal."

Li Yuan gave a simple explanation.

The Emperor of Dayue was a wise man, and he immediately understood Li Yuan's meaning: "If it is insects causing trouble, can we use fire to drive them away?"

Before Li Yuan could answer, the imposing emperor, who stood 1.9 meters tall, shook his head:

"No, how can the people's flesh and skin withstand being burned by fire?"

"What is wood ash? Is it the ashes produced by burning in a fire?"

Li Yuan, who is nearly 1.8 meters tall, appears particularly frail standing next to the Emperor of Dayue due to his slender build.

He nodded:

"That's right. Wood ash is a relatively clean substance, and it can be used to treat wounds in urgent situations when conditions are tough."

The Emperor of Dayue ordered a group of people to try using wood ash to stop the inflammation.

At the same time, the emperor issued an order, telling his princes to stop idling around and go find the mugwort for him!

Artemisia was not well-known and was only used among the common people. Emperor Dayue, despite being on the throne, paid little attention to it and had only heard of it briefly.

Several fair-skinned, handsome young men quickly emerged, leading some soldiers and experienced civilians, and broke away from the main group to search for plants such as mugwort in the surrounding area.

"These kids don't know anything!"

Emperor Dayue sighed.

Li Yuan smiled and said, "A father is always strict with his son."

“They are already quite well-behaved. I often see them secretly observing you, learning how you handle things and treat people.”

"I believe they will succeed in the future."

Emperor Dayue shook his head and chuckled: "Everyone says that gods are aloof and heartless, but you, Mountain God Anshan, are quite humane!"

Li Yuan sniffed himself: "What human scent? This isn't the fragrant scent of immortals!"

Emperor Dayue smiled heartily.

The two walked side by side; one was a deity, and the other was an emperor.

Although we've only known each other for a short time, at this moment, we feel like old friends, and the atmosphere is surprisingly harmonious.

As he walked, Li Yuan turned around and looked at the people behind him.

Seeing that the people were all sickly and weak, their bodies worn down by the previous famine, he couldn't help but hesitate.

After thinking for a long time, Li Yuan gritted his teeth and took out the spirit seedling he had taken from the Tianyun Mountain God.

"It's a real shame that you didn't have the chance to grow."

Li Yuan grabbed a handful of medicinal herb seedlings and ordered the Emperor of Dayue to distribute them, boil them into soup, and nourish the people.

The Great Yue Emperor raised a thick eyebrow slightly: "Yes, there are also spiritual items that can nourish the people!"

"Somebody come!"

Several black-armored attendants stepped forward.

The Emperor of Dayue raised his hand and pointed at the troops: "Brew the medicinal herbs I brought from my palace into the people's soups and dishes to nourish them!"

The head of the attendants broke out in a cold sweat: "Your Majesty!"

"That elixir was obtained by the late emperor when he offered sacrifices to the heavens and begged the gods when he founded the country!"

"The late emperor didn't use it back then; he saved it to prolong your life!"

The Emperor of Dayue smiled nonchalantly: "Give it to me, and it will only extend my lifespan."

"If we give it to the people, it might just save the lives of thousands of patients!"

"Stop trying to persuade me, just go!"

The guards could only bow and hurry over.

What Li Yuan admired most about the Emperor of Dayue was that the Emperor could tolerate others refuting him and admonishing him.

But she is also very opinionated and won't argue with those people too much, maintaining her own authority.

The same applies to the former officials and common people, and now to the guards.

Everyone has the right to speak.

The emperor listens, and the subjects know their place.

Li Yuan sighed inwardly.

If it weren't for the evil god's mischief, attempting to exploit mortals like leeks and causing a great calamity, the Great Yue Kingdom should have been prosperous and flourishing.

At least, it was impossible for the Great Moon Emperor to perish during his reign.

The princes returned one after another, but unfortunately, the people had already dug up the land during the famine, and could not find the mugwort that could prevent insects and plague.

Today was another tiring day.

As night fell, the soldiers and civilians set up camp and lit fires together. After resting for a while, most of them quickly fell into a deep sleep.

These people, whose bodies were already weakened by famine, could hardly persevere on their daily journeys of dozens of miles.

When they chose to leave, their determination was unwavering.

But now, more than half a month has passed, and the number of people gathering here is increasing. During the day, there is a huge crowd that can't be seen at all.

Feeling their bodies growing weaker and hearing the coughs and cries of others, many people began to waver.

The migration of millions of ordinary people was an earth-shattering event.

They awoke in the night and, as they moved about, could only see tents everywhere.

The camps resembled stars, with the earth as their canopy, covering the entire field of vision, stretching as far as the eye could see.

They want food, they miss their deceased loved ones, and they want a stable home.

But even though home is right here, we can't stay here any longer!

Why are those gods so cruel to mortals?

They are content with their farming and labor, having a house to live in and food to eat, and they have never offended anyone!

They even worship them year-round, and the incense never stops burning!

Many people felt grief.

But when the people are confused, they can always look up and see a tall tent standing in front of them.

That's where their Great Yue Kingdom's emperor rests.

Whenever the people were about to give up, they would remember the resolute face of the Great Yue Emperor and the smile of Li Yuan that day.

In this way, a glimmer of hope will always remain in one's heart.

But on this night filled with mixed emotions, an uninvited guest arrived.

The gathering of millions of mortals, their blood and energy soaring to the heavens, deterred most demons from approaching.

However, so many of these people were sick and ill, which gave off a strong sense of weakness and attracted something...

A dark figure moved stealthily through the night, its toes barely touching the ground while its heels were raised, gliding across the earth.

As the shadowy figure passed by the campfire, the firewood crackled, and the firelight illuminated a ghastly pale and rotting face.

The thing's nose and eyes were completely rotten, leaving only a few dark holes on its face; it was utterly terrifying.

It slightly raised its stiff arm, stirred up a foul wind, and silently slipped into a tent.

A faint, metallic scent of blood wafted from within...