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

"Get up. This is an opportunity I'm giving you." Jia Chunfang found Song You increasingly pleasing to the eye. "I really can't bear to see you suffer in this trial."

Song You obediently got up, and saw Jia Chunfang pull with her right hand, causing the two things to shudder violently, shaking off all the black water, and then they flew shakily to his front.

Jia Chunfang loosened her index finger, and the two things fell to the ground without support. Song You looked up and saw that they were two skins with nothing inside.

"Thank you, Master." Song You didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but he still thanked him based on his intuition.

Jia Chunfang collected all the leather pieces one by one and bundled them together with the outer flame: "As for what kind of opportunity it is, you'll find out when the time comes."

"I understand." Song You didn't dwell on it any longer; he couldn't control Jia Chunfang's mentally ill thoughts anyway.

Jia Chunfang lifted Song You and flew towards the Po Cang Temple. Song You, hearing the whistling wind beside him, sensed the recent flurry of activity at the Po Cang Temple, including distributing exchange lists to its disciples. He directly asked, "Master, has something major happened at the Po Cang Temple lately?"

Jia Chunfang nodded: "There is something, but it has nothing to do with you disciples right now. If you break through to the mid-stage of the Firewood Realm during the trial, you'll have a chance to get a share of the spoils."

Song You was startled. He had only just entered the training camp. How could he possibly break through to the mid-stage of the Firewood Realm within three months? This meant there would be tremendous benefits in the trial. He cautiously asked, "Is there such a treasure in the trial? Wouldn't that mean a bloodbath?"

"I witnessed this happen before. Most of the people who went were at the mid-stage of the Firewood Realm. Who would compete with you for this? Besides, our Soul Treasury Temple has a tradition of sticking together. You still have a chance," Jia Chunfang said to Song You.

Seeing Jia Chunfang's expression, Song You knew that this matter needed careful planning, and he might have to take a roundabout approach. He then said, "Master, do you have any elders you are on good terms with? I can also form a group with their disciples."

"Hehe." Jia Chunfang couldn't help but glance at Song You a few more times. "You're quite clever. I'll call him over to meet you later."

"Thank you, Master." Song You felt more at ease now. This was how it should be. Jia Chunfang was an elder of the pharmacy, and in principle, he should have more elders befriending him. He hoped to have a reliable outsider.

The journey took a little longer than the trip there. Song You felt a sense of solidity under his feet. Jiang Yangge, having heard the news, had already arrived with his disciples.

Jia Chunfang handed the items to them, saying, "Take these and dry them. Remember, these are temporarily borrowed from the pharmacy. They will deduct the amount from my account every month thereafter."

"I will obey the elder's orders." Jiang Yangge dared not object and instructed the other disciples, "Be quick and don't break anything."

Jiang Yangge left with his disciples. Song You stared at his back. The other party did not show any abnormality, but people's hearts are the hardest to guess, especially in Po Cang Temple. He did not want to gamble on this.

Song You tried to destroy the booklet but couldn't. That day, after taking it to the pharmacy, he threw it into a place where Jiang Yangge would never find it, which was the World of Returning Light. Jiang Yangge was also a helper. As long as he didn't threaten or scheme against him later, the two could still be good fellow disciples on the surface.

Jia Chunfang turned and left: "Remember my mission."

"Disciple will remember." After seeing Jia Chunfang off, Song You sat cross-legged in the room and, following the instructions in the book, as his skills improved, he could brew up to ten doses of lung-clearing powder at a time.

Based on this figure, he only needs two days to fully prepare the medicine to exchange for the Mind-Concentrating Medicine Pouch. After his experience sewing the skin last time, Song You is confident in his abilities and believes he can complete the task in just two days. The Mind-Concentrating Medicine Pouch is a fifth-grade low-quality medicine, which meets Jia Chunfang's requirements.

But upon closer reflection, I realized it was very difficult. I hadn't reached the highest level of proficiency yet, and no one in the pharmacy was that proficient, nor could they possibly brew it continuously without stopping.

Song You breathed a sigh of relief, deciding to give it a try first. If he couldn't do it within two days, he would directly sew the fifth-grade low-quality medicine pouches listed in the book.

The following day, Song You practiced brewing Qingfei San with all his might. Through different thinking and his learning foundation, Song You made rapid progress and was able to control the brewing time within 20 minutes. At this time, the Qingfei San was piled up next to him.

Song You called Shen Lu over and handed her three doses of lung-clearing powder, along with a few of the defective products: "You've completed my pharmacy task. Keep one of these defective products for yourself, and see if you can exchange the rest for something else."

Shen Lu carefully accepted it and nodded earnestly in agreement: "Okay, senior brother, nothing much has happened these past two days."

"Okay, let me know if anything happens." Song You dismissed her. The deal they had agreed on in the back mountain had been handed over to Shen Lu. He just didn't know if there would be any unexpected surprises.

Song You ate one of the fried cakes from his salary, but still felt weak. He used his Qi to move and arrived at the courtyard of Xiangti Kunji. A table of food was already laid out in front of Song You. The more nutrition Song You needed, the more abundant the food became.

Just as Song You was about to pick up his food and start eating, he noticed that the two monks dressed in yellow robes hadn't left as usual. Realizing he had indeed been freeloading for quite some time, he asked, "Excuse me, does the sect leader want to speak with me now?"

The apprentice on the right took out a book and shook his head, saying, "Honorable guest, the sect leader of the era said you can stay here as long as you like, but he hopes you can learn Sanskrit."

Song You took the book and flipped through it. It was filled with authentic Sanskrit and various mysterious words. Although the other party said he could stay as long as he wanted, if he ignored their kindness, he would probably be kicked out in a few days. Song You was very comfortable here and didn't want to leave for the time being.

He put the book away and clasped his hands together, saying, "Thank you for your hospitality. I will learn from you, but could you tell me why?"

The two novice monks exchanged a glance, and finally the one on the right gritted his teeth and said, "We don't know the sect leader's intentions, but we would like to ask our esteemed guest for a favor."

"What is it?" Song You had a vague guess in his mind.

The disciple on the right sighed and said, "Since the sect leader began suppressing the sacred pool, his health has deteriorated day by day. You are one of the few people he has specifically requested to see in the past three years, and you may be the last one. Please go and see the sect leader as soon as possible."

He didn't want to say it either. The Grand Master of the Era oversees the main temple in Shantikunji and the various branches in India. He is the highest-ranking person in the Holy Land, and his words are the will of the gods.

But this guy in front of me is too carefree. He has been eating and drinking for free in the Holy Land for more than ten days without any change. Now the Sect Master's health is getting worse and worse, and I have to disobey orders to send this important guest. I will spend the rest of my life atoning for this sin.

"I understand. Take me there after we finish eating." Song You wasn't the kind of person who was completely devoid of empathy. The fact that the other party had gone this far meant that the Sect Master of the Era Sect was about to collapse, so he still needed to meet with him before making any decisions.