Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"Yes, but most people in the city can only enter but not leave."

Wang Yaozu nodded and said.

"It's good that I can get in."

Upon hearing Wang Yaozu's words, Jingming nodded, then looked at Liu Mang and the others.

"Who among you is willing to come into the city with me?"

"I!"

"I."

Seeing Jingming's serious expression, Liu Mang and the others lowered their heads and agreed.

In this situation, if we don't stand on the same side as Jingming, there might not be a future for us.

"Ah."

"In that case, let's go into the city now."

Jingming nodded slightly, glanced at Wang Yaozu and Lan Gu again, and then walked towards Changsha City.

lifeless!

As soon as Changsha came into Jingming's view, this word arose in his mind.

"Kid, you can't come in here yet."

Upon arriving at the city gate, Jingming and his companions were stopped by the soldiers standing guard.

"We are here to treat the plague in this city."

Jingming glanced at the soldier; his face was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

He looks like he's indulging in excessive sexual activity.

With the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance combined with the Gu worms, who knows what Changsha will become when it fully erupts?

"Haha, kid, don't come here to die."

"Be careful not to contract the plague, or your whole family will die."

Seeing Jingming's serious expression, the soldiers guarding the city gate couldn't help but laugh.

However, he still refused to let Jingming and the others enter the city.

"No plague has ever appeared that could wipe out my entire family."

Jingming glared at the other person, and at the same time raised his hand and grabbed at the two of them.

Boom!

A flash of lightning struck the soldiers at the doorway.

Instantly, the Gu worms on their bodies were struck by lightning and dissipated.

These people's muddled minds briefly regained their clarity.

"Little fairy, can you really cure the plague in this city?!"

Feeling the reduced burden on their bodies, one of the soldiers' eyes lit up, and he excitedly asked Jingming a question.

"Amitabha Buddha, I have come here because of the great plague in the city!"

"You all, make way at once, lest you waste my time!"

Jingming sighed inwardly, but still spoke the words aloud.

This would certainly make the people's minds, which have not yet been liberated, even more superstitious, but the lesser of two evils should be chosen.

It would be good if the people of Changsha could be saved.

"Immortal boy, please don't be in a hurry. This humble servant will take you to see the Lord."

Seeing Jingming's extraordinary appearance, the soldier bowed and then gestured for him to enter.

"Lead the way."

Looking at the other person's appearance, Jingming frowned slightly, then nodded and said.

The only way to gather the people of Changsha in a short period of time was to rely on the power of the government.

"Your subordinate obeys!!"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, the soldier was not angry; instead, he excitedly ran forward.

While running, he kept shouting that the major epidemic in Changsha was saved.

The outbreak of the epidemic was too sudden. In just three or four days, the entire city of Changsha was infected, forcing the Prefect and the Governor to increase their efforts.

The doctors summoned in the city were also helpless in the face of this.

The sight of someone collapsing and being reduced to a mangled, emaciated form is enough to send chills down anyone's spine.

Wealthy families can manage to stay afloat by constantly eating, but poor families can only wait to die!

"What? Lord Prefect, have you found a solution?"

Upon hearing the soldier's shout, the doors and windows on both sides of the houses in the city opened a crack.

Then they saw Jingming, Wang Yaozu, and others walking on the street.

Wang Yaozu and the others are alright, but the most important one is Jingming.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Jingming had already quietly begun using the abilities of the [Divine Mask].

Wearing a water-patterned robe embroidered with tiger and dragon stripes, Jingming's appearance gave him an almost ethereal quality.

Most importantly, Jingming is floating in mid-air!

"God!"

"The gods have appeared!"

"Buddha bless!"

Seeing Jingming's current state, everyone knelt on the ground, some kowtowing, others praying.

What else could a child who can fly be but a deity?

“Fairy Boy, this is the Governor’s Mansion.”

The soldier turned around and saw Jingming's condition, and trembled with excitement.

"Go and report it!"

Jingming nodded slightly and sat cross-legged in the void.

"Apprentice, can you do it?"

Seeing Jingming's desperate efforts, Wang Yaozu, who was following behind, couldn't help but show a hint of worry.

This large-scale epidemic is beyond human control.

Unless Jingming truly possesses divine abilities that transcend heaven and earth, he too will be trapped in it.

"Teacher, do your best and leave the rest to fate."

Jingming turned around and smiled slightly at Wang Yaozu before speaking.

Tatata!

Soon, the gates of the county government office opened again, and a group of people rushed out in a flurry.

Judging from their clothing, these people included officials, doctors, and even sorcerers and Taoist priests.

It seems that the Prefect has tried every possible method to solve the epidemic in the city.

"Immortal Master!"

"Please, Immortal Master, save the people of my city!"

At first, the Lord did not believe it, but when he saw Jingming floating in mid-air, surrounded by a misty, ethereal aura, he immediately bowed down.

As the prefect, he bowed down, and those who followed him naturally bowed and kowtowed.

"The Prefect of Changsha?"

Jingming slightly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with thick, black braids.

"My esteemed son, you are truly a humble official!"

The Prefect of Changsha stood there respectfully and spoke softly.

Regardless of whether this floating person can cure the epidemic in Changsha, his skill alone makes him someone not to be trifled with.

"Isn't your military governor of Changsha Prefecture here?"

Jingming glanced at the huge crowd in front of him and said in a cold voice.

"Reporting to the fairy boy, the warlord is currently in the military camp."

Although he didn't know why Jingming asked this question, the Lord of Changsha still answered honestly.

Military camp?

Upon hearing the other party's reply, Jingming frowned.