During the period when Zhou Lang's spiritual energy dissipated, I stayed by his side day and night.
The bodies of gods are not as fragile as those of mortals; when their souls dissipate, their bodies rot and stink.
Because he loves cleanliness the most.
I still stayed by his side day and night, never leaving him, and helped him with his grooming and dressing.
Waiting for the day of the full moon.
Zhou Lang's soul and spiritual power dissipated once again.
The epidemic quickly spread to half of the villagers in Xishan Village.
But they turned their anger towards the small courtyard where I was.
They all accused and cursed: "It must be this witch's sorcery!"
But there are always those who are oblivious to their own mortality who come to disturb me and Zhou Lang.
Not long after, the bold and unruly men of the village, along with the gossipy Aunt Wang, brought the village chief in charge of the village affairs.
And then there were the so-called Taoist masters they spoke of, who set up a formation, filled my and Zhou Lang's courtyard with dry firewood, and came to surround and annihilate us with torches.
"You audacious witch, hand over the antidote and restore peace to this place, or I will burn you here."
The leader, a seemingly otherworldly old man with a long beard, was actually a lowly Taoist priest of insignificant cultivation in the mortal realm.
The array he set up was quite skillful, but unfortunately, the Taoist techniques he had learned were only a superficial understanding of what I had learned in my entire life.
No matter how strong the formation is, if your Taoist skills are lacking, you can only use mere folk firework to burn me and Zhou Lang to death.
I certainly wouldn't take it seriously.
As I calmly helped Zhou Lang with his grooming, I opened my palm and gathered my inner energy—though it didn't produce spiritual power—which transformed into a terrifying gust of wind that extinguished the torches in their hands one by one.
"She really is a monster, run!"
A gust of wind scared these ungrateful and annoying humans so badly they wet themselves and scrambled out of my and Zhou Lang's territory, not daring to come any closer.
One quiet morning after several days.
But then another group of ignorant soldiers arrived, set up their bows and arrows, and surrounded our courtyard again with overwhelming force.
“You audacious traitor! If you hand over the whereabouts of the traitor Prince Shi Ci, we will spare your life. Otherwise, this place will be your burial ground.”
Prince Shila? He and his lover, the princess from the enemy country, haven't escaped this place yet?
This has attracted these government soldiers to come to my territory to demand my return, disturbing the peace between me and Zhou Lang.
I do regret my decision to save his life with the ginseng that day.
Although I didn't want to pay attention, the archers these soldiers had set up showed no intention of letting us go.
An arrow, carrying a chilling aura, pierced the wind and shot into the house where Zhou Lang and I lived.
"Whoosh!" My eyes flashed, and I raised my hand to intercept a fierce arrow that had shot into the house where Zhou Lang and I were. The arrow was so sharp that it was just before Zhou Lang's head.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Countless more arrows came flying through the window.
I dove around Zhou Lang's bed, constantly maneuvering and circling, exchanging blows with the arrows that came flying through the broken window dozens of times.
However, some arrows still managed to pierce Zhou Lang's clothes and nearly pierce his body.
These arrows finally angered me.
I swung the table and stood in front of Zhou Lang.
"Swish! Swish!" Several sharp arrows pierced straight into the front of the table, making it teeter on the verge of collapse.
With one hand on the table, I took Zhou Lang's stiff and cold hand in the other and said gently, "Zhou Lang, wait for me a moment. I will be back soon after I clean up these things that are disturbing our peace."
With a creak, I opened the door.
The bright light outside made it hard for me to open my eyes.
I squinted as I stepped out of the room.
The leading general, dressed in armor and exuding an air of righteousness, saw me calmly walk out of the room.
He then raised his hand to stop the archer.
The soldiers beside him called him General Yan, so he must be someone in charge.
I squinted at him with my hands behind my back, and in my eyes was a righteous soul: "General, aren't you afraid that I'm a demoness who will crush you shrimp soldiers and crab generals to death by disturbing my peace and quiet?"
He said with a serious expression, "Hmph, the world is full of righteousness and justice. Even if she is a monster, I can kill her. As long as you tell me the whereabouts of the traitor Prince Shi Ci, I can spare your body."
So whether I tell them or not, I'm going to die anyway, so what does it matter if I'm dead or not?
"I have never pledged allegiance to that young prince Shila. If you dare to continue to bother me here, don't blame me for being impolite."
"Foolish and stubborn!" the general waved his hand.
The archers around me changed direction and all pointed at me.
My identity as a divine punishment master is not suitable for killing, and I do not want to taint my home with Zhou Lang.
For those who had not yet caused me any real harm, I simply kicked back the countless arrows that were being shot at me, the tails of which accurately struck the archers.
However, I underestimated this team. The archers fell one after another, but they were a team that refused to give in and fought me in a roundabout way for nearly three days and three nights.
My courtyard was filled with countless arrows stuck in the ground.
Their archers, numbering over a hundred, couldn't even defeat me.
But I was able to show mercy and not harm a single one of his soldiers.
I was surprised to see a hint of respect for me in the general's eyes.
As for this general, who is resourceful and persistent in his tactical strategies, I might have praised him a few times on ordinary days.
But now I'm tired of this endless entanglement.
Finally, on the morning of the fourth day, the plague broke out in Xishan Village.
The general's entire army also suffered this calamity, collapsing outside the walls of my small courtyard, unable to move.
Tormented by illness, his body lay sprawled and weak, swaying precariously.
Only the general remained unharmed, staring dumbfounded at the entire village ravaged by the plague.
The rampant plague finally caught the attention of the imperial court, which dispatched officials to provide disaster relief.
Meanwhile, these inactive officials led another group to shout at the general from afar: "We're sorry, General Yan, only by cutting off the source of the epidemic here can we protect the safety of this city!"
Finally, they poured wine directly into the village and threw a torch.
The raging fire quickly engulfed the entire village, sending flames soaring into the sky.
Xishan Village instantly became a living hell.
Cries of agony, pleas for mercy, and screams of terror echoed throughout the area.
Anyone who dares to escape this place will become a victim of another wave of archers' blazing fire arrows.
Seeing that the situation was dire, I had no choice but to carry Zhou Lang on my back and run out of the fire.
Unexpectedly, someone lying on the ground grabbed his ankle tightly: "Help me!"
I looked down and saw that Aunt Wang from next door was already burned and unable to move. She had no lower limbs, and her body was covered in blood. She was lying on the ground, looking at me with eyes that seemed unwilling to die like this.
I looked down at her coldly and forcefully shook off her hand: "You reap what you sow!"
He then abandoned her and left on his own.
"Young lady, carrying this young master out like this is just courting death!"
Unexpectedly, the righteous-looking general blocked his way with a wave of his hand and kindly reminded him!
I gave him another cold glance: "Why aren't you dead yet? Haven't you contracted the plague?"
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