What reason does she have to live?
Yan Peinan had already made up his mind to live or die, if he delayed any longer.
Drag it until Ji Wan has no more spiritual power to output, and extend her life.
Ji Wan frowned, this was not a solution.
"Go and invite Mr. Chanhua."
A soldier waiting at the door heard the voice and quickly said "yes".
He turned around and trotted quickly to find Lin Chanhua.
Ji Wan’s own spiritual power is limited and he can’t hold on for too long.
But Lin Chanhua can.
"Doctors, please develop a life-saving drug as quickly as possible."
Ji Wan was anxious because the Yongcang River had dried up.
The natural barrier that could have stopped the Northern Rong Kingdom is now gone.
It is midsummer now. If there is no rain, the Yongcang River will remain dry.
If the Northern Rong Kingdom gathered its soldiers at this time and marched eastward.
Qingshizhou, where he is located on the border, will be the first place to be conquered by the Northern Rong cavalry.
Although the Beirong Kingdom is currently plagued by a plague, it may not have the troops to invade the Donglin Kingdom for a while.
But what if they slow down?
All countries that are experiencing severe drought.
Ji Wan could be sure of this even if he didn't leave Qingshi Province.
Only her Qingshi Province and Ningxi Kingdom could maintain the growth of crops in this life-eating drought.
Ningxi Country is too far away, so we can put it aside for now.
A few months ago, Ji Wan ordered people to reclaim most of the wasteland in Qingshi State.
The fertilizer processed from public toilets is used for fertilization, the temperature is controlled by air-conditioning formations, and the watering is done by students' magic spells.
Keep the plants in the land well-growthed.
It was summer, and many seedlings in nearby counties and prefectures had been burned or died of drought.
Only Qingshizhou still has some green left.
Although the neighboring states and counties have more grain reserves than Qingshi State, no one can withstand the endless consumption.
In this way, the governor of the neighboring prefectures and counties had already sent visiting cards to Ji Wan and Jiang Jian two or three times.
Ji Wan had no choice but to show the other party the grain reserves in his Qingshi State.
The entire granary is almost empty and there is only enough food to last until autumn.
The geographical location of Qingshizhou is right at the mouths of the jackals, tigers and leopards in the Beirong Kingdom.
Such a big piece of fat meat can feed many people with just one bite. How can the Beirong Kingdom not eat it?
Wait until the Northern Rong Kingdom recovers and Ji Wan is still not on guard.
Then she was sure that there would be a bloody invasion and defense battle at that time.
By then, the cavalry of the Northern Rong Kingdom would have been baptized by the epidemic.
Those who survived must be elite soldiers and generals who had recovered.
If our own soldiers were infected, they would surely fall down in large numbers.
If they are all sick, how can they defend the country?
How to fight against the Northern Rong cavalry.
Therefore, we must take precautions against the epidemic before the Northern Rong Kingdom recovers.
So the most critical person now is Yan Peinan, and he only has one case at hand.
If we could develop a good medicine to prevent or cure diseases from her.
Ji Wan couldn't imagine how many people in Donglin Kingdom could be saved by then.
Before Lin Chanhua even stepped into the wooden house, she could see the miasma rising into the sky from it.
Seeing this, her expression became much more cautious. Miasma? Why is the miasma in the mortal world so similar to that in the world of immortal cultivation?
There is such a strong miasma?
As soon as Lin Chanhua entered the room, her eyes were fixed on the woman lying on the bed.
It's miasma, and it's miasma that someone deliberately spread using a spirit-summoning banner!
"This person's symptoms appear to be caused by a spell cast by the spirit-summoning banner. Your Highness, please stay away from him as much as possible to avoid being contaminated by the miasma."
A spirit-calling banner? What is that?
Ji Wan had no time to think about it. She just wanted Lin Chanhua to take over quickly. Her spiritual power was almost exhausted.
Even if I am infected, I must research and develop a cure.
"Chanhua, come quickly and help me save her life!"
Lin Chanhua waved her hand and placed a transparent shield similar to a protective cover next to Ji Wan.
Step forward and take over Ji Wan's work.
I don't know what use this person is.
“The miasma produced by the soul-summoning banner is extremely poisonous.
Even a cultivator with a strong body could not bear it, let alone a mortal woman who had given up on life and death.
Your Highness, there is no need to go to such great lengths to save her."
Ji Wan finally had time to rest. It was really uncomfortable to have his spiritual energy on the verge of overdrawn.
At this time, some doctors were busy taking out silver needles to acupuncture Yan Peinan.
Several others began to discuss the dosage of the medicine with the doctors around them.
"Ephedra...gypsum..."
"Honeysuckle... Yes, Doctor Zhang, do we need some Forsythia as well?"
"That's absolutely right!"
She took a breath.
She couldn't understand the uses of the herbs the doctors were discussing.
But "Chanhua, you said that this miasma was produced by the soul-summoning flag?
What is this soul-calling banner?"
Lin Chanhua's eyes were wandering, and her thoughts had gone back to the plague that swept across the entire [world] and the mortal world two hundred years ago.
"The Soul Summoning Banner was originally a magical tool developed by the ancestors of the Wanzhen Sect for their disciples to practice."
“Thousands of years ago, the ancestor of the Wanzhen Sect refined this magical weapon simply because his disciple was weak.
He needs a soul-calling banner to retain the soul of his disciple."
At this moment, there seemed to be a look of survival in Yan Peinan's eyes.
“For some unknown reason, that disciple rebelled against the sect and took the soul-summoning banner with him.
But in this man's hands, the soul-calling banner became a magical tool to nourish his own spiritual power. He had caused many plagues thousands of years ago.
After each plague, the next one will be worse than the previous one."
Seeing that Yan Peinan's expression had recovered a lot, Lin Chanhua increased the supply of spiritual power.
"The most recent one was two hundred years ago, when almost one in ten people survived the entire [realm], both inside and outside.
Even if cultivators have spiritual power to protect themselves, they cannot resist the invasion of evil objects such as the soul-summoning banner.
Not to mention mortals who are like mayflies."
At this time, Yan Peinan's condition had improved a lot, and he even had the energy to talk.
She stretched her neck hard, trying to support her body, staring blankly at Lin Chanhua.
"Immortal, this plague is man-made, right?"
Yan Peinan just wanted to confirm one thing, whether this was man-made!
She thought of the poor child who was only three years old and died from this terrible plague.
Her child was apparently fine a few days ago, yet died of the plague in just two days.
Lin Chanhua felt a little pity for this woman.
As the lowest mortal, knowing that your death is only to increase the spiritual power of a certain immortal is undoubtedly extremely cruel.
"yes."
Yan Peinan's eyes burst into intense hatred the moment Lin Chanhua nodded.
Her poor child, was he born just to be nourished by the damn immortal who released the plague?
How can such a person be called an immortal!
Seeing Yan Peinan's furious look, Ji Wan asked for her.
"Who has the soul-calling flag now?"
Lin Chanhua grabbed a wisp of miasma above her head and looked at it carefully for a long time before speaking.
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