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

It turned out to be Jia Chunfang's fiefdom. Song You had only heard that some elders had their own fiefdoms, but he had never actually seen one.

As a Chinese citizen, one of his dreams is to have a piece of land of his own. Even though he hasn't gotten it yet, just thinking about building and farming on it in the future makes him excited.

"Master, do all the elders have their own fiefdoms?" Song You asked. The matter of fiefdoms was still far from his own, but it was always good to know more about the situation within the Soul Treasury Temple.

"No, although we govern our own fiefdom, we still need to pay taxes to the temple." Jia Chunfang carried Song You away from Pozang Temple, and the long-unseen scenery outside the temple appeared before their eyes.

Jia Chunfang didn't look around. As an elder, he could freely enter and leave Po Cang Temple, unlike disciples like Song You, who were not allowed to leave Po Cang Temple except for external posts: "As the elder of the pharmacy, I need to have my own reserves for emergencies. Liu Xiang didn't choose a fiefdom. He only trusts himself. If he trusted me, his senior brother, I would have let him reunite with Master long ago."

Seeing that Jia Chunfang was emotional, Song You stopped asking questions. He wanted to ask why she brought him along, but now that she was holding him, Song You didn't want anything to happen.

Fortunately, Jia Chunfang's feelings came and went quickly, and she soon calmed down.

Song You let out a long breath. The road in front of him seemed somewhat familiar. After carefully recalling his memories, he realized that this was the road leading to Songjia Village.

Seeing Song You's gaze, Jia Chunfang spoke directly: "Hehe, does this look familiar? Your Song Family Village is one of my fiefdoms, you just don't know it."

It really is like that, but Song You's memory does not contain any trace of Jia Chunfang. Thinking back to how he obtained copper coins and other wealth before, he vaguely guessed that perhaps some influence of the Great Qian Dynasty still exists, or perhaps the existence of mortals has an effect on them. If these cultivators wantonly harm mortals, they will often suffer more losses than gains.

Since that's the case, it's better to separate the cultivators and mortals within the temple as much as possible. The reason why disciples cannot go out at will is also for this purpose.

It only took Song You a moment to think of all this, and he immediately replied, "As a resident of Songjia Village, I have only survived until now thanks to Master's protection. I am so ashamed that I only found out now. Please forgive me, Master."

Jia Chunfang was satisfied with Song You's performance and nodded, saying, "Not bad. You've really survived until now thanks to me. During this period, resources in the temple were scarce. If I hadn't opposed those suggestions of plundering, you wouldn't have survived."

Song You could understand this too. As the ruling Po Zang Temple was out of resources, it would definitely try to squeeze some profits out of the surrounding areas. Even if Jia Chunfang had her own plans, she was already considered human-like in Po Zang Temple for doing this much.

"Master, I remember that Songjia Village doesn't seem to have anything special about it." Song You thought back carefully and realized that apart from paying the planting fees on time, there was nothing special about the village.

"That's right, the land in your Songjia Village is the poorest in my fiefdom; you can't even grow medicinal herbs there." Jia Chunfang suddenly became agitated.

Song You was speechless. This had actually turned out to be a good thing for Songjia Village. At least the villagers could eat what they grew. If they had grown medicinal herbs instead of grain, Song You's life as a child would have been much more difficult.

The resource shortage at Pozang Temple has nothing to do with Songjia Village; it seems the problem must be elsewhere.

Song You suddenly realized something was wrong. Just now, Brother Jiang Yang said that the pharmacy was out of skin, and now Jia Chunfang was taking him to Songjia Village, wasn't that to get some skin?

"You're right, I have over a dozen in stock there." Jia Chunfang quickened her pace, and Song You could only see the scene changing rapidly.

Many scenes flashed through Song You's mind. He calmed down, and Jia Chunfang coughed twice more beside him. Even a Furnace Realm expert like him was not in good health. Song You quietly observed Jia Chunfang. His body was actually very weak, but the Furnace in his chest cavity was constantly outputting power to support him.

Unfortunately, Song You's cultivation level was too low, so he couldn't see many things clearly and could only get a general sense of them.

As they approached Songjia Village, Jia Chunfang did not enter the village as she had imagined. Instead, she turned and headed straight for the back mountain. Song You remembered that this mountain was the village's ancestral mountain, where many people were buried, including Song You's parents.

Song You had previously wondered why the main branch of the village would just find any place for burial, while the branch branches were forced to be buried on the mountain. Now it seems he has discovered the mystery of the back mountain.

Jia Chunfang, a smile suddenly appearing on her face, abandoned Song You and said, "Step back."

Song You did as he was told, and watched as Jia Chunfang released a unique, eerie green flame, instantly illuminating the entire back mountain. The light was clearly visible in Songjia Village in front of the mountain, but no one went out to watch the spectacle. Instead, every household kept their doors tightly shut, not daring to make the slightest noise.

"Out!" Jia Chunfang shouted, forcing the eerie green flames into a hidden cave entrance. Half of the graves on the mountain lit up with an eerie green light, accompanied by the crackling sound of the flames burning the ground.

With forty or fifty holes flashing alternately between light and darkness, Song You might have thought he was watching a nightclub performance if he didn't know how this scene was created.

With a loud boom, the glowing grave mound exploded, and the coffins inside stood upright. Jia Chunfang adjusted the angle of the flames, and the coffin lids opened one by one.

There were no skeletons inside, but a large amount of black water gushed out, from which various shapes poured out, none of which looked like humans.

"We still need to clean it up before taking it back." Jia Chunfang drew out another flame and held it in her hand, shaping it into two thin lines that shot out to bind the things in front of the coffin.

Jia Chunfang pulled hard, and the things swayed on the flames, the black liquid on their bodies being constantly flung away.

Following his memory, Song You found his parents' coffins, which the old man had indeed opened. Now he understood why Jia Chunfang had brought him here; she wanted to humiliate and test him, because at a glance, the things in front of the two coffins were swaying the most.

Song You had no impression of them at all, but he couldn't let Jia Chunfang see it, so he put on a shocked expression.

Just then, Jia Chunfang's voice rang in my ears: "Is there anything you want to say?"

Song You feigned humiliation and knelt down, saying, "Master is like my second parents. I feel like I have been reborn because they can be used by Master."

"Hahaha." Song You had never heard his master laugh so heartily, and the humiliation on his face deepened.

Jia Chunfang laughed so hard his movements grew wider and wider, looking like his bones were about to fall apart. Then he shook his head and said, "Well said, well said. Your expression reminds me of my junior brother Liu Xiang. He always looked at me like that during those years. Those were the happiest days of my life."

Song You squeezed out two tears, wiped them away, and slowly said, "It is my honor to make Master happy."

Jia Chunfang couldn't stop smiling: "You, you."