"What is this?" Lu Li asked, puzzled.

Nuwa did not answer him, but slowly said, "Your strength is very weak. Ruoshui can help you settle down."

"It can help you gradually refine Ruoshui!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Li's eyes lit up; he understood.

In the myth, Nuwa refined five-colored stones to mend the sky, and the Ruoshui River fell from the sky at that time.

Therefore, it seems plausible that a wisp of Nuwa's Qi exists in Ruoshui.

"Thanks."

Lu Li solemnly thanked Nuwa.

Nuwa shook her head: "No need, I am just a stream of Nuwa's Qi, inheriting some of her memories."

After saying that, Nuwa suddenly raised her fair hand and pointed a finger at Lu Li's forehead. The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He regained consciousness, only to find the Immortal of Nanhua lying on the ground. At that moment, he felt the flow of Qi within his body!

At this moment, Lu Li did not know what realm he was in, because he could only circulate the Qi within his body.

Junior Grandmaster? Martial Venerable? It seems neither, because he simply doesn't possess the imposing aura of either a Junior Grandmaster or a Martial Venerable.

He doesn't seem to qualify as a martial artist either, because martial artists cannot leak their internal energy, but he can, and his internal energy is also much stronger.

Just then, the Immortal of Nanhua also woke up. He sat up with a bewildered look on his face, scratched his head, and asked in confusion, "What just happened?"

He seemed to have no memory of what had just happened. Lu Li sighed and told Nan Hua what had just occurred.

"Hiss~ What a Heavenly Dao! I almost fell for its trick."

He thought he had shattered the red lightning, but little did he know that the lightning had entered his body, interfered with his thoughts, and even affected his soul, almost causing him to go mad.

This is the most terrifying aspect of the Red Thunder. If it weren't for Nuwa's stream of Qi, the Immortal of Nanhua would probably have already gone mad.

Upon hearing this, the Immortal of Nanhua broke out in a cold sweat.

"I'm going back now. I wonder how the Battle of Guandu is going," Lu Li said worriedly.

Nan Hua nodded and said, "Alright, I also need to stabilize my own cultivation level. I don't know when we will meet again after this parting, but I believe there will be a chance to meet again eventually."

After saying that, the two clasped their fists together, and Lu Li stepped directly onto the Heavenly Question Sword and flew away from Lingxu Pavilion.

Nan Hua breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had already stepped into the realm of peering into the heavens, the red thunder dragon had almost caused his Dao heart to collapse, so he had to go into seclusion.

When Lu Li returned to Bingzhou, what he saw there enraged him!

Plague raged, hunger spread, corpses piled up and blood flowed, and cries of agony filled the land!

Countless soldiers fell victim to the plague, and the shadow of death loomed over the entire Bingzhou region.

When Lu Li arrived, he happened to find Zhang Liao directing his soldiers to seal off the city.

"Wen Yuan, what's going on?" Lu Li rushed forward and asked urgently.

Upon seeing Lu Li, Zhang Liao said with a grave expression, "Sir! A plague has broken out!"

“I know! What I’m asking is, why did the plague happen?” Lu Li demanded.

Zhang Liao looked pained and gritted his teeth as he said, "Some people threw the bodies infected with the plague into various counties of Bingzhou, and in less than ten days, the plague broke out!"

Zhang Liao's voice was extremely tragic, because countless civilians and soldiers had died in this plague. They fell to the ground in droves, and the piles of corpses were high enough to form a small mountain.

"Who did this!" he roared.

Once a plague breaks out, people of this era simply cannot control it, nor can they cure it.

The only option is to seal off the city and wait for these people to die!

"Who else could it be but the Allied Forces!"

"After their crushing defeat at the Battle of Guandu, they came up with this tactic to deal with us!" Zhang Liao said, his voice choked with emotion.

Zhang Liao, a dignified man of seven feet, is now shedding tears.

He watched helplessly as his men fell one by one, dying right before his eyes, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

Lu Li's anger had reached its limit. Casualties from war were inevitable, but why resort to such a despicable method?

This is no longer just a simple war; once the plague, such a deadly weapon, breaks out, cities and towns die one after another.

"The divine physician Dong Feng is already researching medicine to treat the plague, and Zhang Zhongjing has also arrived. Hopefully, the plague can be stopped!" Zhang Liao said with a mournful face.

Zhang Liao was a ninth-level martial artist, so the plague had no effect on him, but all his personal guards and lieutenants died.

Lu Li patted Zhang Liao on the shoulder and then said, "Thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, Lu Li turned and left to see Leifu.

At that moment, Leif was also helping doctors treat patients, his face full of worry.

The moment he saw Lu Li, his eyes welled up with tears, "Master..."

I know everything, you've done a great job.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress his grief and calm himself down. Then, Lu Li asked, "Where are Dong Feng and Zhang Zhongjing? Where are they?"

Leif quickly replied, "They are researching the prescription!"

This plague came too suddenly, without any warning.

"Let's go, take me to see them."

The two sped along and soon arrived at the gate of a house, where they knocked.

Soon, the renowned physician Dong Feng opened the door and came out to greet him.

"General Tiangong, you've arrived. And who is this?" Dong Feng asked Lu Li with some confusion.

"This is my master, Lu Li!"

Upon hearing Lai Fu's introduction, Dong Feng was immediately taken aback. Lu Li looked even younger than Zhang Jiao, so how could he be his master?

This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!