Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

His cheap master probably already has control of the army in Changsha Prefecture.

"How long will it take to gather the people of this city?"

Jingming nodded, then lowered his gaze and looked at the prefect.

"An hour."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, the Prefect pondered in a low voice for a moment before speaking.

"Is it possible for everyone in the city to gather at the City God Temple in one hour?"

Jingming's voice was indifferent and not loud, but it could clearly reach the ears of the people below.

This lord has also been infected by that Gu worm.

"May I ask what the fairy boy is trying to do?"

The prefect did not agree directly, but instead asked in a low voice.

"Naturally, we should perform a ritual to rid the city of this plague!"

Jingming said with a serious expression.

"Don't talk big, you little brat!"

"This epidemic came on so fiercely, do you think you can get rid of it?"

"Otherwise, with so many people gathered together in this city, even those who aren't infected will likely get infected!"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, one of the Taoist priests who was bowing with his hands clasped glared at Jingming and questioned him.

"There is no one in this city who has not been infected by this disease."

"During these days, when you were cultivating, did you not feel any discomfort in your breathing, or have your mind wandering to inappropriate thoughts?"

Jingming looked at the Taoist priest and said softly.

"I"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, the Taoist priest's expression changed, and he fell silent.

He had these sensations during his Qi circulation these past two days, and he thought he had been lazy. Little did he know that he had already fallen victim to it!

"Your Excellency, please don't be late."

"If this continues, all the people and livestock in and around Changsha will probably die."

Jingming shifted his gaze from the Taoist priest to the Prefect.

"it is good!"

Seeing that even the Taoist physician he relied on most was silent, the prefect gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Men, send out everyone from the county government office. Make sure to gather everyone in the city at the City God Temple within one hour!"

The prefect turned around and gave instructions to his subordinates behind him.

"As ordered!"

Upon hearing the prefect's words, the official in black bowed and saluted, and then a group of officials in black, carrying gongs and drums, spread out in all directions.

"Immortal boy, please have a seat in the mansion."

As the shouts arose, the Prefect extended an invitation to Jingming.

"No need, I still need to go to the City God Temple to make some preparations."

Jingming shook his head, directly declining the Lord's invitation.

"This"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, the Prefect pondered for a moment before looking up at Jingming.

"Fairy Boy, shall we go together?"

"can."

Jingming nodded slightly, then landed, hovering three feet above the ground, and joined the Lord of the City and the others, walking together towards the City God Temple.

When Ming and his group arrived at the City God Temple, they found that it was already crowded with people.

"Teacher, give me the small tripod."

After glancing at the emaciated people in front of him, Jingming turned to Wang Yaozu and spoke.

Then Wang Yaozu took out the three-foot-long small cauldron from the cloth bag behind him.

Taking the small cauldron, Jingming and the cauldron floated up and ascended towards the City God Temple, finally landing on top of it.

"God, God!"

As Jingming appeared, everyone began to kowtow and shout in worship.

After some people who brought incense finished their prayers, they rushed to the large cauldron in front of the City God Temple to offer their incense.

"The hundreds of thousands of people in this city should be able to lend me a hand."

Jingming slowly coiled and floated above the City God Temple, quietly regulating its energy.

[Observe] [Enter stillness] [Connect with the profound] [Conquer the breath] [Extend the spirit] [Transform the spirit] [Human magnetism] [Reverse the eight directions].

A myriad of abilities arose in my mind, vaguely blending with the surrounding environment.

With his eyes closed, Jingming could clearly "see" the frenzied crowd below.

Like a deity high in the sky, looking down upon all living beings.

"Old Wang, do you think the position of sect leader is feasible?"

Liu Mang and his group were squeezed into a corner by the surging crowd.

"Why can't it work?!"

Upon hearing Liu Mang's words, Wang Yaozu's eyes widened, and then he spoke.

His disciple possesses the appearance of an immortal and the talent to establish a sect!

"Fine, you're asking me for nothing."

Seeing Wang Yaozu's murderous glare, Liu Mang turned away dejectedly and looked at Zeng Chen beside him.

Before he could even finish speaking, Zeng Chen interrupted him.

"You reckless fool, watch out for the sect leader's current state."

"If you can learn anything from this, you will benefit immensely from it in the future."

The faint Qi emanating from Zeng Chen's body formed the outlines of weasels.

This was told to him by the deity he worshipped.

"Oh!"

Upon hearing Zeng Chen's answer, Liu Mang nodded subconsciously, then looked at Jingming again.

Time passed slowly, and the sounds of gongs and drums scattered throughout Changsha were converging on the City God Temple.

A dense crowd filled every open space around the City God Temple.

The expressions on the faces of the crowd ranged from skepticism and admiration to disdain and even fanaticism.

In the city of Changsha, hundreds of thousands of people vividly portrayed the myriad aspects of human nature in the face of life and death.

"The timing is about right."

Jingming, hovering three feet above the roof of the City God Temple, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the vast crowd below.

"I don't know if it will work, but we have to try."

Jingming stood up and pointed his finger at the Gu jar in front of him.

Click!

Three fingers detached directly from Jingming's palm and fell into the Gu jar.

Like three incense sticks, Jingming's three fingers burned inside the Gu jar.

Wisps of blue smoke rose and ascended into the vast sky.

Suddenly, the dark clouds gathered again.

"this?!"

Seeing Jingming's actions, all the cultivators in the city frowned.

However, just as they were frowning, something even more surprising happened.

Jingming's three fingers grew back.

Then, Jingming began performing the Nuo dance in the sky.

The surrounding Qi and magnetic field swayed with Jingming's steps and movements.

Jingming, disguised as Nezha, collects the spirits of hundreds of thousands of people below and stirs up trouble in all directions with the "Hun Tian Ling".

Boom! !

A bolt of lightning ripped through the sky.