strange disease
"Lotus... Lotus?" Shanfatian was stunned.
Afterwards, the celestial beings discussed and concluded, "Ashura is truly scheming. He pretended to cultivate lotus flowers to deceive the world, but he must be secretly plotting a war against the celestials."
Emperor Shitian was rewarded for providing intelligence, and no one mentioned Guangmingtian's death again. Emperor Shitian replaced Guangmingtian and became one of the new leaders of power. With this identity, he was able to act more easily.
"Lord Indra." After being appointed, whenever he walks on the roadside, the soldiers of the Celestial Clan will nod to him in salute.
"Hello." Indra responded with a smile.
Most of the Celestial Clan had only heard of the names of the few Celestials at the top of the hierarchy, but knew very little about their own prince. Upon seeing him today, they were all captivated by his unexpected beauty.
Now, the Celestials within the city were praising Emperor Shitian for his approachability, lacking the airs of a superior. The high-ranking Celestial administrators, however, ignored the commoners' gossip and instead sarcastically commented behind their backs, "Emperor Shitian thinks he's being valued by His Majesty, but in reality, he's just a pawn used by His Majesty to counterbalance the Asuras."
"Your Majesty, what do you think?" Indra compiled the gossips into a book and presented it to Shanfatian. He feigned innocence and said, "I know my spiritual power is naturally weak, unlike the bravery and fighting prowess of others. But I am, after all, the nominal prince of my clan. It's inappropriate for them to talk about me like this, isn't it?"
"Those are the city's nobles. I can't deal with them." Shan Fatian turned away indifferently. "You're on your own."
"That day I betrayed Asura and surrendered to Your Majesty, thinking that Your Majesty was different from other nobles after all. Now it seems that I was wrong about you." Indra sighed lightly.
Perhaps touched by his words, the tassel on Shan Fatian's scepter trembled slightly, and he said, "Do your part well."
After that, the gossips disappeared, and when Indra walked on the road, the nobles avoided him as if he were a monster.
Indra stopped and looked thoughtfully at the figures stumbling away.
"Lord Indra!" A call came from behind.
A ragged, skinny young man stood before him, nervously twisting his tattered grey cloth jacket and raising his gray eyes: "Can you help me?"
Indra lowered his golden eyes and fixed them on him. He could tell that this was a commoner who had come from outside the city. Such Celestials were not valued, and the Celestials were unwilling to waste resources to support them. They simply conscripted them to die on the battlefield and then gave them some food.
Tianzhong is the belief of the common people, just as the aristocracy has always been praised, and no one has ever questioned the irrationality of the aristocracy.
"They all say that Lord Indra is different from other nobles. I ran into the city with great difficulty just to see Lord Indra!" said the young man.
"What happened? I will help you to the best of my ability." Indra said.
"The village outside the city is infected with a strange disease. The soldiers guarding the gate won't let anyone in and will kill anyone who gets close. I heard that Lord Indra has the ability to heal it. I, I..." As the young man spoke, his face suddenly changed. When he opened his mouth, his tongue was covered with dense red rashes and he fell down all of a sudden.
Indra caught him before he fell to the ground and held the boy in his arms. As soon as he touched the boy's body, he found that the boy's body was already burning hot, far exceeding the temperature of an ordinary person.
Indra transferred his spiritual power to the boy, but found that his vitality was constantly draining away and could not be restored.
"Why is it so..." Indra murmured, questioning his own abilities for the first time.
The boy's body dissipated into ash before him, leaving only a corroded, blackened stump of dead wood. That was the boy's true form. It turned out that just now, he had already reached the end of his strength.
Indra was stunned for a long time without saying a word.
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