Many years later, in this frozen wasteland of the north, I actually saw this disease again.
Wu Er looked at the wolf demon in the cage, his head lowered, but his brows furrowed deeply.
"Immortal, my son... is there any hope?"
The snow wolf demon, leading a group of monsters, looked at Wu Er anxiously, and his inner thoughts could be seen from his eyes.
Extremely anxious, extremely anxious.
Since the demon race had spoken, the human race on the other side also spoke up.
The leader of the human race, a man dressed in thick fur, also spoke up and asked, "Immortal! We beg the immortal to witness our innocence!"
Faced with the words from both sides, Wu Er did not speak in time.
The air fell silent again, except for the howling of the infected and maddened snow wolf in the cage.
After a long silence, Wu Er finally spoke: "This is a misunderstanding. Let's disperse. I will also treat this illness."
Upon hearing this, the demon race was naturally delighted, but the human race showed no joy whatsoever.
That makes sense.
Although the conflict has ended and there will be no more bloodshed or casualties, it was originally a misunderstanding. The demon race launched a surprise attack on the human race, causing countless casualties. So the human race suffered a great loss.
However, because Wu Er was in the sky, even though the people of the Northern Frontier were somewhat dissatisfied, they dared not speak out.
Who would dare to offend such a majestic being?
If you utter a single wrong word, you might be exterminated along with your entire family!
That's what they think, and that's what everyone in the world thinks.
In this highly hierarchical world of cultivation, insubordination is always a serious crime.
Although Wu Er wouldn't care about this, these people do.
It has to be said, the human heart is truly wondrous.
Sometimes, even when no one has put shackles on us, we put them on ourselves.
Fortunately, Wu Er was perceptive, and he also knew what the humans here were like, so he could naturally see the dissatisfaction of the northern tribes.
"Take these things and take good care of yourself."
Wu Er slashed through the air, pulled out a bag of spirit stones from his storage room, and then delivered it to the man wearing thick fur.
Victims deserve some compensation.
This should have been compensated by the demons who were unaware of the reason, but these demons were also in bad shape. Many of them had contracted the disease, and giving them a sum of money would only make matters worse.
So, adhering to the principle of doing a good deed to the end, Wu Er paid out of his own pocket.
After all, as the sect leader, although he doesn't accumulate much resources, he has accumulated quite a bit of spare money and goods over the years. Rather than letting them pile up, he might as well use them to do some good deeds.
The humans from the northern frontier were surprised but also delighted after receiving the money.
They knelt and bowed to Wu Er in the sky, expressing their gratitude, before leaving after a long while.
Wu Er did not stop these people from kneeling this time, mainly because he was troubled by his illness and had no time to care about such trivial matters.
"Using blood as medicine, one could have saved the world. But alas, people's hearts have changed. Those who seek profit imprisoned the medicine maker and awaited execution, and imprisoned a virtuous ruler and waited for the people's hearts to scatter, causing chaos in the world. Although the medicine maker was fortunate enough to ascend to immortality, he lost an old friend. Although the world gained half a day of peace, it lost a true lord."
After reciting a passage in a refined and literary style, Wu Er felt much better.
Some things are better said than said; it's always better to say them than to keep them bottled up inside.
Although the words were spoken, it's unknown how many people besides Wu Er could understand them.
In short, the demons waiting to be treated below did not understand.
They were not particularly intelligent to begin with, so they couldn't understand these flowery words at all, and were completely baffled by them.
Perhaps seeing that Wu Er was still in a daze, the snow wolf demon asked again.
"Immortal, Immortal...when will we treat your illness?"
Speaking out voluntarily could be seen as insubordination, so the voice was very soft.
Fortunately, Wu Er's hearing was good, and he heard it and stopped spacing out.
Then Wu Er took out a small bottle filled with a lot of spiritual liquid. He then cut his finger and dripped some of his blood into the bottle, keeping his back to the demons.
This disease is incurable by immortals, demons, or saints; the only antidote in the world is Wu Er's blood.
Even after reaching the level of an immortal, Wu Er still couldn't understand why only his blood could cure diseases.
After doing all this, Wu Er looked at the snow wolf in the cage, which was already terminally ill.
"go."
Having absorbed some of the blood-soaked spiritual liquid, Wu Er flicked it onto the snow wolf.
After being touched by the blood-infused spiritual liquid, the previously frenzied snow wolf stopped its agitation and obediently lay down in its cage.
"Take this and give it to those who have this disease. It can be taken internally or applied externally."
After saying that, Wu Er bestowed the bottle of spiritual liquid mixed with blood upon the snow wolf demon.
Before the snow wolf demon could even express its gratitude, Wu Er turned and flew away.
"Wasn't the illness stopped? No demons or humans have been diagnosed with it in the last few centuries, so why today..."
Flying through the sky, with the unconscious Han Qingxiu on his back, Wu Er's face was full of anxiety.
Of course I'm anxious!
He has a very deep memory of the illness and the matter, and he also has a very deep memory of the heart.
If this disease stops here, that would be fine. But if it spreads, I'm afraid it will be used by a group of people to cause trouble again.
Although with Wu Er around, the illness can't be as severe as it was back then, but this cultivation world can't withstand any more turmoil.
As originally planned, Wu Er led Han Qingxiu and sped towards Pengshan Gate.
Fortunately, nothing happened on the way back.
With the pressure of the immortal and Wu Er's anxiety, his speed was naturally not slow.
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