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

After confirming that no one was around, Song You exhaled his original grayish-white outer flame. Due to the consumption of energy just now, the thickness of the outer flame was much less than before.

His outer flames had originally been cultivated to a stable three inches, but now only one inch remained, almost the same as when he first started cultivating, and had become quite chaotic. However, it was all worth it.

The outer flame can be cultivated back, and the characteristic of being able to integrate into the Dao root is rare and hard to come by. Song You stared at the outer flame he spat out and suddenly found that it was still pure gray-white, no different from before.

Song You frowned and looked inward at his lungs. The green Henghe Flame filament in the inner flame was only half an inch long. It was not moving in his lungs and was not attached to the other outer flames. Could it be that this flame filament had no effect?

He sensed something was wrong. He could clearly feel the changes in his Dao root. He took a deep breath to calm down and mobilized his inner flame to observe carefully. He found that this Henghe Flame Thread was more substantial and was quite separate from the other inner flames.

Song You tried to move the inner flame closer to the Henghe Flame Thread. The moment they made contact, the green flame Thread dispersed, and a large amount of green flames surged outward along the outer flame. Song You opened his mouth and spat out, and green flames suddenly extended from the grayish-white outer flame.

Its effect lasts for a very short time, disappearing completely after a few seconds. However, the area where it first appeared is still filled with a large amount of dark green miasma. When the corner of the table next to it came into contact with the miasma, it was instantly corroded and disappeared.

Song You looked at everything happening in front of him with surprise, but suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. Looking down, he saw that the Henghe Flame Threads in his lungs had been completely consumed, leaving only half of what they were. Song You tried to burn the lung qi with the flame threads, and new flame threads slowly grew. If he were to supply the lung qi with all his might, it would take fifteen days to fully recover.

Fortunately, that's the case. He was relieved. Going back to the Light World to replenish his energy would have been a real hassle. Now, simply starting to cultivate again was the best outcome.

Looking at the corner of the table that had just been corroded, the corrosive power of the Ganges Flame Silk was clearly greater than that of his own Lung Fire Root, and its aggressiveness was greatly enhanced. He had done experiments before, and it would take at least half a minute to achieve this level of effect.

Most importantly, these flame threads are not visible in the outer flames, making them highly concealed. They can also unleash miasma in an instant, catching the enemy off guard. By accumulating them in normal times, they can be used as a trump card in critical moments.

No, it should be two trump cards. If forced to release them, they can vomit again, but that would be too taxing on the body and should only be used as a last resort.

Speaking of the current performance of the miasma's characteristics, Song You felt that it was completely worth the consumption of the outer flames, not to mention that the Henghe Flame Threads had already taken root and would become stronger with further cultivation.

As dawn broke, Song You showed no intention of going out. He had originally thought that even if he had consumed energy yesterday, he could replenish it in the World of Returning Light. However, the current situation had exceeded his plan. Not only had he consumed the outer flames, but the activation of the miasma had also caused a huge deficit.

After Shen Lu left to give instructions, Song You decided to follow his master's advice and focus on recovering in his room for two or three days.

In the world of returning light, at mealtimes, the disciples of the Brahma school would serve Song You a hearty meal rich in calories. Unlike the food in the Barat warehouse, this food was carefully cooked and easier to absorb.

During his stay at Po Cang Temple, Song You was able to eat nine meals of this kind in a single day. He decided to first restore his outer flames and then focus on cultivating the Henghe Flame Silk. During this month, he would try to keep a low profile.

After two days of effort, the ravaged outer flames stabilized and could resume cultivation.

The two disciples who were practicing asceticism didn't say anything else besides delivering food, and the sect leader of the era didn't seem to be urging them on. Song You was a little unsure of what they meant. Perhaps it was because his outstanding performance in the holy bath had aroused their curiosity.

It's unclear whether the problem with the Sacred Bath was caused by the presence of the Sect Master of the Era, or whether he discovered the problem and chose to sacrifice himself. In any case, the fact that he could withstand the Henghe lesion that could affect Song You shows that he is definitely not an ordinary person, at least his willpower is extremely strong.

Since he wasn't coming to find him, Song You didn't take the initiative to speak. He needed to focus on the matters of the Soul Treasury Temple and strive to improve himself. In Xiangti Kunji, he didn't have to worry about danger and could constantly replenish his resources, making it an excellent temporary residence.

After calming his lungs, Song You remembered Jia Chunfang's words and went to the place where he had previously carved the wooden plaque to collect his salary.

After walking through the bamboo forest for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I saw that low building again. Last time I came here, I had just stabilized my Dao root.

It seems that this time, he has only just stabilized his foundation.

Song You ignored these trivial matters, crossed the threshold and saw the table he had been sitting at; his salary was collected further back.

Further inside, a row of cabinets is neatly arranged along the wall, with the names of the various elders and disciples written on them.

Song You stepped forward and took a closer look. There were a total of sixteen elders in the outer chamber in charge of various affairs. The resident elders were the most valued, with eight elders dispatched: one elder for the vegetable garden, one elder for lighting lamps, and Li Chunfang, the elder for the pharmacy. In addition, there were four elders in charge of various miscellaneous affairs.

The number of outer elders accumulated by Po Cang Guan over the years is not large. The success rate of establishing the Lung Fire Dao Root is already low, and they still need to cultivate to the Furnace Realm. Their talent and opportunities must be outstanding among their peers, and they should not be underestimated.

For example, his master, Jia Chunfang, was extremely cunning and treacherous. He tested him several times without making a sound, and he was lucky to escape unscathed.

Based on this reasoning, there is a high probability that the Furnace Realm can increase lifespan. Thinking of this, Song You was slightly excited. After all, who doesn't want to live a long life? Moreover, the Lung Fire Technique he cultivates is very taxing on the body, and the body leaks, which accelerates the loss of life.

Song You opened Li Chunfang's cabinet and found his disciple's salary, several oil-stained flatbreads, a short knife, and five copper coins.

If it weren't for the trial, those five copper coins would have been enough to make Song You happy for a while. But now, facing a shortage of over two hundred copper coins, these are better than nothing, and it's unclear whether everyone feels the same way.

"Why not take it if it's free?" Song You packed up all his things and was about to leave when a voice came from behind him.

"Junior brother, you don't seem very satisfied."

Song You became highly vigilant and turned around to see a sickly woman dressed in a disciple's robe staring straight at him.

"Senior sister, I have no complaints, I'm just curious whether every disciple receives the same salary," Song You said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

Upon hearing this, the woman flew into a rage and shouted, "Of course not! How could the salaries of you disciples who stay in the temple and enjoy yourselves be the same as those of us disciples stationed outside?"

Song You was startled. This senior sister was actually an outer disciple, which was the most dangerous job among the outer disciples of Po Cang Temple. But why was she looking for him for no reason?

Seeing Song You's dilemma, the senior sister smiled and said, "Junior Brother Song, don't worry. I've been waiting for you for days. I just wanted to ask you to do some business."