The Immortal of Plague begins by establishing the root of lung fire.

The two walked to the corner of the courtyard wall, and Song You stopped and turned to look at Jiang Yangge.

"Senior brother, please speak freely," Song You said.

Jiang Yangge supported his broken left arm with his right hand. Blood was still seeping from the broken bone, dripping from his fingertips onto the muddy ground. He lowered his voice and said, "Junior Brother Song, are you free tonight? I'd like to come to your place tonight. There are some things I'd like to talk to you about in private."

Song You quickly calculated in his mind that he had a full schedule for tonight. He would first go back and look through those miscellaneous books, and then go back to the Light World to finish memorizing the rest of the "Hundred Herbs Record". He would use the food there to replenish his qi and blood and suppress the leakage in his body.

When it came to the topic of bodily leakage, he needed to find someone to inquire about the ins and outs of this area.

Jiang Yangge had been working at the pharmacy for a long time and knew a lot of inside information, but right now the other party had to work and his left arm was broken, so it wasn't a good time to question him.

"I'm free." Song You estimated the time difference between the two places. "Come to my room when it's past midnight."

Jiang Yangge nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll be there on time, past midnight."

After saying that, Jiang Yangge turned around, dragging his severed arm towards the inner hall. His back was somewhat hunched, but his steps were much more steady than before.

Song You watched Jiang Yangge leave, then turned and walked towards the outer courtyard of the pharmacy. The courtyard was piled high with chopped firewood, and several outer disciples were bending over, carrying the firewood onto a cart.

Shen Lu squatted in front of the earthen stove in the corner, holding a fire stick in her hand, adding firewood to the stove.

She had just planted her Dao root two days ago, and her inner flame had barely stabilized when the lesions drained a large amount of her qi and blood, leaving her emaciated, pale, and even her hand holding the fire stick was trembling.

Song You walked over and stopped beside Shen Lu.

Shen Lu noticed someone approaching, looked up and saw that it was Song You. The fire stick in her hand fell to the ground, and she shrank back a little, afraid of affecting Song You. She didn't dare to get up and talk to him directly.

"How are you feeling?" Song You asked.

Shen Lu was stunned for two seconds, then a look of joy flashed across her face before she quickly suppressed it. She hurriedly reached for the fire poker and stammered, "I'm slowly getting used to it."

"That's good, get back to training." Song You said.

The outer disciples who were carrying firewood around stopped what they were doing and their eyes darted back and forth between Song You and Shen Lu.

The other hospital staff heard everything that happened at the pharmacy today.

The pharmacy elder was much weaker than the stove elder. They originally thought Song You wouldn't live more than a few days, but when the pharmacy elder returned, his behavior changed drastically.

Of the three troublemakers planted by Elder Zhongzao, one was planted alive in the medicine cellar as a major medicine, while the other two scrambled out of Baicaotang. Elder Zhongzao's disciples were completely eradicated, and the pharmacy's fortunes changed drastically.

The outer disciples were quick-witted; Song Youcai had only been in the sect for a few days when he became the apprentice of the pharmacy elder.

Now Song You is second only to the pharmacy owner; no one in the pharmacy dares to mess with him, and he seems to be a ruthless character.

They looked at Shen Lu, who was squatting on the ground, and made up their minds.

Shen Lu is one of the first batch of novice immortals. Just now, Song You took the initiative to talk to Shen Lu. It seems that from now on, in the outer courtyard of the pharmacy, Shen Lu will be Song You's person, and no one will dare to bully her.

Several female disciples who had originally planned to push the heavy work onto Shen Lu quickly lowered their heads, nimbly filled the cart, and pushed it away from the courtyard.

Song You ignored their reactions, turned around and walked out of the pharmacy, following the path back to the outer bungalow.

Pushing open the wooden door, the room was dimly lit. Song You bolted the door shut and walked to the bedside.

He crouched down, reached into the mud where he had buried the object, and felt a loose clod of earth. He pried it open and revealed the copper coin underneath.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the few coins he had taken from Li Bin earlier that day, mixing them all together.

This amount of money is far from the three hundred coins required for the mid-year trial. We shouldn't flaunt our wealth. This area of ​​bungalows is crowded and noisy, so this location isn't safe enough.

Song You stood up, his gaze sweeping across the room, finally settling on a hole in the corner of the wall.

He walked over and kicked the soil at the edge of the hole with his toe; the soil was hard.

Song You mobilized the outer flames within his chest cavity, and grayish-white flames danced at his fingertips as he reached out and pressed his hand against the wall plaster three inches above the hole.

The high temperature and corrosive force of the outer flame directly burned a cavity into the inside of the wall bricks. Song You stuffed a cloth bag full of copper coins into the cavity, and then used the outer flame to melt the outer layer of soil, sealing the gap.

On the surface, the corner of the wall was intact, without any signs of being disturbed.

Having done all this, Song You brushed the dust off his hands and sat down at the table.

He took out the several anonymous books he had taken from Li Bin from his pocket, and opened the first one by the light coming in from the window.

The pages were yellowed and the paper was brittle, covered with tiny, densely packed characters. Song You read through it word by word, his mind racing to extract the information.

The book records that hundreds of years ago, the Great Qian Dynasty ruled this land, with a vast territory and numerous government offices. At that time, there were some strange and unusual cultivators in the world, but they were all under the control of the imperial court and dared not act recklessly.

The change happened within a single day.

The book didn't explain the specific reasons, only the outcome. Within a single day, the entire imperial family, civil and military officials, and even the local garrison troops of the Great Qian Dynasty all vanished into thin air.

The content is written in a very cryptic way; there is no war, no natural disaster, just that no one is seen alive or dead.

The vast dynasty collapsed instantly, plunging the world into chaos.

Sects from various regions rose to prominence, and after hundreds of years of fighting and annexation, the current situation has finally emerged. Each sect has divided the world and governs its own territory.

Song You turned to the next page, where a strange story was written. Although the Great Qian Dynasty was gone, many of its legacy items were still usable. Among them, the official seals, copper coins, silver, and gold of the Great Qian Dynasty still held special value, and cultivators still accepted using them for trade.

Some systems have been preserved, such as the school in Songjia Village where Song You lived, which facilitated the sect's selection of disciples.

Later, many powerful sects occupied the original government and royal residences and established their own sects there.

Song You recalled the magnificent Po Zang Guan architectural complexes he had seen since entering the sect, which he guessed were the mansions of some princes and nobles of the Great Qian Dynasty.

As for the elders' fiefdoms, they were granted by the sect's higher-ups, who followed the system of the Great Qian Dynasty. The mortals in the fiefdoms were required to pay taxes to the sect on time and provide seedlings of immortals and laborers.

Song You closed the first book and picked up the second one.

It mainly records landscapes and unofficial historical anecdotes, such as where powerful wild beasts appeared and where ancient tombs from the Daqian period were unearthed. The content is disorganized, and some of the rumors are contradictory, clearly based on hearsay.

After finishing reading all the books, Song You rubbed his temples.

These books are too old, and many of their records are outdated; they can only be used as references. However, they did resolve many of his doubts. He understood the basic structure of this world and also learned about the origin of the Great Qian copper coins.

This world is essentially a chaotic place divided by sects. Mortals are like weeds, and cultivators are like wolves. To survive, one must be more ruthless than the wolves.

Song You folded the booklets neatly and stuffed them into his pocket.

It was getting late; there were still several hours until midnight. He needed to hurry back to the World of Light.

After swallowing the book and drawing in the vital energy, the familiar terror appeared.