The Long Journey to Immortality

Chapter 481 Secluded Mountain Village

Everyone is selfish to some extent.

Given the certainty that the plague could be transmitted between people, driving the infected elderly and little girl out of the village was undoubtedly the simplest way to protect the health of more people.

Although it may seem cruel, it is undoubtedly the right thing to do.

Even if Han Lu were a mortal, a member of this small village, she would also vote in favor of this matter.

The elderly man and the little girl, who were both infected with the disease, clearly did not harbor much resentment or misunderstanding about being driven out of the village.

When she was seriously ill, the little girl only missed her family and thought about getting better as soon as possible so she could return to the village and reunite with them.

On such matters of principle, the little girl's performance even surpassed that of many adults.

This might also be why Han Lu felt that this little girl was particularly to her liking and was willing to do her best to help.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Han Lu decided to lead the two back to the village.

Feeling that she had become familiar with Han Lu and knew that this beautiful older sister was an easy-going cultivator, the little girl also became more affectionate towards Han Lu.

Gently tugging at Han Lu's skirt, the little girl asked expectantly, "Sister, are you going to take me and Grandpa back to the village?"

When Fei was mentioned, Han Lu thought of Feng Bailu's childhood dream and the little wish that Zhan Yujun had once mentioned to her.

The longing for flight is something almost everyone harbors.

Clearly, if Han Lu refuses this time, this girl, who will likely spend the rest of her life in this small village, will never have the chance to fly again.

Thinking of this, Han Lu smiled and said, "Okay, then let's fly back."

The little girl clapped her hands happily, "Sister, you're so beautiful and kind-hearted, thank you so much!"

After this night, Han Lu gained a deeper understanding of the phrase "helping others is a joy".

Like the little girl, the old man, who had lived in this world for over fifty years, was also very much looking forward to flying.

To allow the two to enjoy their time a little longer, Han Lu deliberately made the flying carriage circle in the air for a while before bringing them back to the small village at the foot of the mountain.

The village and Fengbai Road have changed slightly since I left.

A row of wooden houses appeared outside the village; it was unclear which family in the village had a new addition to their household.

The butchers also had a semi-underground stone house added to their living quarters, used to store the meat from the slaughtered livestock in the village.

Because it was the New Year, every household in the village was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, creating a more festive atmosphere than the main gate.

In the village, the courtyard with the highest pile of firewood is the home of the old man and his granddaughter.

In this remote little village, a self-sustaining system has long been established.

Some families farm, some raise livestock, and others produce other necessities.

Each performs their own duties.

The old man's son, whose injuries had just been treated by Han Lu, became a cog in this complete and closed system as a woodcutter after reaching adulthood, maintaining the order of material collection and allocation within the village.

Given the fragility of this closed system, it's no wonder that the villagers were so anxious about the plague, and instead of even considering treatment, they thought of driving the two infected elderly people and children out of the village.

After all, if the disease were to infect some of the village's key figures, it would be a fatal blow to this village, which was like a "Shangri-La".

Fall from the sky.

Han Lu's grand entrance in a flying horse chariot drew a crowd of over a dozen idle villagers to watch the spectacle as soon as she landed the chariot.

These are just ordinary folks from the mountains; they've never seen anything like it.

He called out to his friends and family, and soon half the village had gathered around.

Perhaps recalling the villagers' reaction when she was driven out of the village, the little girl looked frightened as she sat on the flying horse carriage, hesitant to get off.

Han Lu had no choice but to take the little girl's hand and lead her down from the Pegasus carriage.

The old man seemed much more composed.

He knew very well that he and his granddaughter had been driven out of the village because of a plague disease.

Now that I'm better, there will definitely be no resistance to returning to the village.

When the crowd saw the old man and the little girl stepping down from the Pegasus carriage, they immediately erupted in excitement.

However, the villagers were all perceptive. They saw that the blisters on the two men's bodies had subsided, their ulcerated skin had returned to its original color, and even the old man's legs and feet had become nimble again. They naturally knew that the two men were now free from illness and disease.

And this plague was naturally cured by the celestial beings who were like fairies around the two of them.

Sensing the change in the way the villagers were looking at her, the little girl's fear vanished.

When she saw her mother, who had rushed over after hearing the news, she couldn't help but shed tears.

They embraced each other, celebrating their reunion. This heartwarming scene unfolded before Han Lu's eyes, making her feel that her trip had not been in vain.

The old man considered things more comprehensively. In order to dispel everyone's concerns, he briefly explained what had happened the night before, and then led his daughter-in-law to Han Lu to perform a kneeling ceremony to express his gratitude.

Upon hearing that Han Lu had cured the old man and the little girl of the plague, two villagers who were originally wrapped up tightly became even more excited and rushed to Han Lu, pleading, "Please, Immortal Master, help us!"

As they spoke, the two untied the headscarves covering their heads, revealing the purple blisters on their foreheads.

Upon seeing this, there was an uproar, and everyone around instinctively took two steps back, fearing that they might be infected with this stubborn disease.

Furthermore, numerous curses rang out from the crowd, accusing the two of being selfish and self-serving.

The most vocal critics were the old man's family members.

Those who sacrificed their personal interests for the sake of the collective naturally hated such selfish individuals the most and harbored resentment towards them.

This is also a aspect of human nature, and Han Lu made no comment.

The two, who had contracted the disease and were hiding from each other, had faces full of guilt.

They were in the wrong in the first place, so there's no reason for them to argue.

The two had no choice but to beg Han Lu to lend a helping hand, to help them get treatment and save their lives.

After recognizing the identities of the two infected individuals, the old man also joined in pleading with Han Lu.

The two men were relatives of the village butcher. The old man thought that he and his granddaughter had accidentally infected the two men with the plague when they went to the butcher for treatment.

Han Lu was not heartless; her original intention in sending the old man and the little girl back to the village was to combat the plague.

Naturally, she wouldn't stand idly by and watch this disease, which could destroy this remote mountain village, continue to spread.

"Don't cry, it sounds awful," Han Lu said. "Everyone, please make way, I'll help you get treatment right away."

Upon hearing this, the two immediately stopped crying, afraid of angering Han Lu and losing the savior who had saved their lives.

The crowd, which had already retreated several steps, hurriedly retreated another twenty meters.

The crowd watched from afar, eager to see what magical arts Han Lu would use to rid them of this plague that they found so terrifying.

Both of them were already strong and healthy, and their illnesses were only in the early stages.

Two simple surgical techniques for treating external injuries, combined with a healing pill.

Han Lu took less than a hundred breaths to make the blisters on their faces disappear and restore them to health.

Chapter 482 Investigation

After washing their faces and seeing their reflections showing they had regained their healthy appearance, the two villagers, who had just been blushing with shame because of the scolding from their matchmakers, immediately forgot their previous unpleasantness and beamed with joy.

The two knelt down and expressed their gratitude, just like the old man and his family, thanking Han Lu, a cultivator who was considered a very famous figure in the eyes of them, a commoner in the mountains, for coming to this remote and impoverished place to do such a great deed.

To be honest, Han Lu didn't really enjoy this feeling of being superior.

Now, she feels happy more because she has done good deeds and helped others.

With the aim of studying the plague, Han Lu inquired in public whether there were any other villagers in the small village who had contracted the disease, and asked about the actions of the four patients in the past few days, wanting to find out how the four had contracted the disease in this isolated town.

Although, according to the little girl's description, she should be the first source of infection in the village, Han Lu still inquired about the two villagers who had just recovered with her help.

It's kind of embarrassing to talk about what I've been doing these past few days in front of so many people.

But because it was Han Lu, their great benefactor, who asked the question, the two of them held nothing back and were almost about to reveal what they would do that night.

When the two men said they were family members of the village butcher, the old man interrupted.

“Zhishang, I probably infected Maoyan with his illness,” the old man confessed. “Although the plague is widely known outside, I don’t know what symptoms will appear on the body after contracting the plague.”

Although the small mountain village is isolated, people still leave every now and then to purchase daily necessities that cannot be produced in the village and bring back news from the outside world.

"That day, Xiaowen had a purple blister on her head. I thought she had been burned, so I took her to Butcher Zhang to find an antidote for burns."

"It just so happens that there were only two days left until the New Year. Butcher Zhang was busy slaughtering cattle to prepare beef for distribution to each family for the New Year and didn't have time for a while."

"Zhishang and Maoyan thought it was just a burn, so they took the initiative to help me and Xiaowen find some herbs to apply for treatment."

"It was probably around that time that the damned plague infected the two of them."

To prevent his granddaughter from feeling guilty or under psychological pressure, the elderly man blamed himself for all the mistakes.

Zhang Zhishang, who was initially embarrassed to criticize his elders in front of so many people, simply nodded without saying a word to avoid embarrassment.

Judging from the three people's performance, Han Lu already had a good idea of ​​what was going on.

The little girl, Xiaowen, knew that her older sister was going to ask her a question, so she wanted to speak, but Hanlu stopped her.

Han Lu said, "Everyone, please disperse. Try to stay home as much as possible these next few days and take care of yourselves."

"I will stay here for five days. If anyone gets sick, don't panic. I will help with the treatment."

"Let's do our best to ensure everyone has a healthy New Year."

Han Lu's previous display of "divine power" made her words very convincing.

Without hesitation, the villagers dispersed, keeping Han Lu's words in mind and secretly praying that the misfortune that had befallen them for no reason would pass quickly.

Xiaowen, on the other hand, was taken away by Han Lu alone.

"Xiaowen, which room do you usually live in?"

Xiaowen was slightly surprised, as this was the first time that the beautiful older sister Han Lu had called her by her nickname.

Xiaowen pointed to a small house in the corner of the courtyard and said, "Sister, I usually sleep in this house."

"And what about your grandfather?"

The old man pointed to another room.