Chapter 85 Cat Arrives at Moon City
The carriage moved along the road. The grass and trees on the roadside were covered with a layer of gray and lacked vitality.
The closer we got to our destination, Yuelun City, the more silent and eerie the atmosphere became.
In the villages where smoke from cooking fires should have been rising, most of the doors were now closed, there were no farmers working on the ridges of the fields, and even the barking of dogs was pitifully rare.
The weeds in the fields are more lush than the crops, giving off a sense of desolation as if no one has taken care of them for a long time.
Mo Li held the reins and observed his surroundings vigilantly, frowning slightly: "Brother Qingchen, something seems amiss here. I can't see anyone on the road."
Bai Qingchen had already noticed something unusual. He signaled Mo Li to slow down and glanced at the roadside.
Finally, under an old tree, I saw an old farmer taking a nap leaning against the roots.
This was the only human figure they had seen along the way.
Bai Qingchen got out of the car, walked up to the old farmer, and politely asked, "Excuse me, old man, but how far is Yuelun City from here?"
The old farmer was awakened, squinted his eyes and looked at Bai Qingchen and the carriage behind, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he waved his hands repeatedly.
"Moon Wheel City? Oh, you two young men, you can't go there, you can't go there!"
Bai Qingchen's heart moved, and he quickly asked, "Why can't I go?"
"There's an epidemic!" the old farmer shouted, as if the other party couldn't hear him clearly if he spoke softly.
"It's a serious epidemic, and many people have died. I heard that people from the Immortal Sect came to take care of it and sealed off the city. It's been almost a month now."
"This place is close to Yuelun City. People in the surrounding villages are afraid of being reported, so everyone who can escape has fled."
"If I weren't such an old man with a weak leg and nowhere to go, I would have run away long ago. If you still go there, aren't you asking for trouble?"
As the old farmer spoke, he lit up his pipe and started smoking. There was still a hint of fear on his wrinkled face when he mentioned Yuelun City.
Epidemic? City lockdown? Bai Qingchen's heart sank.
The first thing that came to his mind was that there were demonic cultivators causing trouble. Ordinary plague immortals took action, and the city had to be closed for a month. There must be something fishy going on.
He thanked the old farmer, returned to the car, and briefly told Mo Li the situation. Mo Li paused as he was holding the reins.
Bai Qingchen wanted to ask Mo Li if he wanted to wait for him outside, but Mo Li interrupted him before he could say anything.
The boy's eyes were filled with determination. "Brother, don't think of abandoning me here. Wherever you go, I will follow you."
Bai Qingchen couldn't say the words of dissuasion when they came to his lips. He touched the boy's head and said nothing more.
The two continued to move forward. The closer they got to Yuelun City, the more desolate and dilapidated the scene became.
One could even see some abandoned luggage and belongings on the road, apparently left behind by the fleeing people in a hurry.
As they were moving forward, a rapid fluctuation of spiritual power and unusual sounds suddenly came from the front.
I saw a young man wearing light blue clothes and with many scars on his body, running forward in a panic, his breathing disordered.
Not far behind him, two monks in black clothes with fierce faces were chasing him relentlessly, continuously casting attack spells in their hands and attacking the fleeing person.
"You lackeys of the Qingmu Clan, don't even think about catching me!"
The fleeing young man roared and tried his best to dodge, but his speed slowed down obviously and he was about to be caught up.
Bai Qingchen's eyes narrowed. He recognized the pattern on the clothes of the young man being chased. It was the attire of a disciple of Yaowang Valley.
The person chasing them must be the immortal sect that the old farmer mentioned, but unexpectedly it was the old acquaintance Qingmu Sect.
Seeing that a sharp wind blade was about to hit the Medicine King Valley disciple in the back, Bai Qingchen's eyes darkened slightly and he no longer hesitated.
He gathered a stream of spiritual power at his fingertips, seemingly shooting it out casually, yet carrying a chilling murderous intent, it penetrated the wind curtain and went straight for the throat of the pursuer on the left.
The Qingmu Sect disciple didn't even see where the attack came from before he felt a chill on his neck.
His eyes widened, he staggered two steps while holding his throat, blood gushing out from between his fingers, and finally he fell straight to the ground.
Another monk was shocked and angry: "Who dares to attack my Qingmu Sect!"
He noticed that a carriage appeared not far away, and it roared and swung several whip shadows, rushing towards him.
Bai Qingchen sat upright in the car, holding a talisman and lightly tapping the car wall.
An invisible air wall suddenly appeared, and the green whip shadow broke into pieces the moment it hit it. The recoil force almost broke the disciple's arm bones.
Before he could retreat, a condensed sword energy flashed out from the car and pierced his heart accurately.
"Well……"
The black-robed monk groaned and fell down limply. Disbelief was the last thing in his eyes, and he was silent after a moment.
Mo Li pulled out the sword and carefully wiped the blood off it, seeming unhappy that the sword was stained with blood.
A corner of the curtain on the carriage was lifted, Bai Qingchen got out, and Mo Li handed the wiped frost and snow to Bai Qingchen.
Just now, in a hurry, he gave Frost and Snow to Mo Li. After all, the immortal sword is more effective against the enemy.
The crisis was over. The disciple from Medicine King Valley stood there in shock, looking at the two corpses on the ground, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His injuries were not serious, but he had consumed too much spiritual energy while escaping and was now a little exhausted.
Bai Qingchen's concerned voice came from not far away: "Are you okay?"
He finally came back to his senses. When he saw the face of the person who saved him, he was slightly startled. Then he walked up to Bai Qingchen, bowed solemnly, and said with gratitude: "Thank you for your help, sir."
gentlemen?
Bai Qingchen looked at the young man in front of him who looked a few years older than himself, and felt a little overwhelmed when he called him "Sir".
He coughed lightly and said, "It's just a small favor, no need to be so polite. Are you a disciple of Medicine King Valley?"
"I am Yu Anyang, a disciple of Medicine King Valley."
The young man gave his name, his attitude still extremely respectful. "May I know your name, sir? I will never forget your life-saving grace today!"
"My name is Bai Qingchen, and this is Mo Li."
Bai Qingchen gave a brief introduction, then asked solemnly, "Fellow Daoist Yu, were those Qingmu Sect disciples just now? Why were they chasing you? What exactly happened in Yuelun City?"
Yu Anyang looked around and lowered his voice, "Mr. Bai, this is not the place to talk. The Qingmumen patrol could catch up with us at any time. If you two trust me, please follow me to a safe place and I'll tell you more."
Bai Qingchen and Mo Li looked at each other and nodded.
Yu Anyang took the two of them off the main road and walked into the forest. After making many turns, they came to an extremely hidden valley.
This place is cleverly concealed by a formation, and it would be difficult to find without someone leading the way.
There are more than a dozen simple tents in the valley, and the air is filled with the strong smell of herbs.
Several people with their mouths and noses covered with cloth were moving between the tents, taking care of the patients who were groaning from time to time.
Seeing Yu Anyang return, a figure immediately rushed over anxiously: "Brother Yu! Are you okay? You've been away for almost three days, I was so worried... Eh? Who are they?"
The person who rushed over was a young-looking boy who spoke very quickly. When he saw two strangers following Yu Anyang, he immediately looked alert.
Hua Bu Ran was about to blame Yu Anyang for bringing people back so casually, but when her eyes fell on Bai Qingchen's face, she seemed to be choked by something. She didn't say the rest of the words, but just widened her eyes and stood up straighter subconsciously.
Another young man, who was wearing Yaowang Valley clothing, was tall and had a pale complexion, and also walked over silently.
He had a restrained aura, but seemed to be hurt. His eyes silently swept over Bai Qingchen and Mo Li, and finally fell on Yu Anyang, as if asking a silent question.
"Zhu Yan, Bu Ran, I'm fine."
Yu Anyang explained, "It was Mr. Bai and Brother Mo Li who saved me just now. If it weren't for Mr. Bai's help, I probably wouldn't be able to come back."
Hua Buyan's alertness faded a little after hearing this, but she still couldn't help but mutter, "But Senior Brother Yu, this place..."
"Mr. Bai is not an outsider." Yu Anyang's tone was very affirmative.
Bai Qingchen looked at the extraordinary respect these Medicine King Valley disciples showed him, and his doubts deepened.
He couldn't help but ask, "Have we... met before? Or do you know me?"
He really couldn't understand why these disciples of Yaowang Valley treated him like this.
Yu Anyang was a sincere man. Upon hearing this, he immediately replied respectfully, "Mr. Bai, we have never met you in person before."
"This is an order personally issued by the Valley Master. All disciples of Medicine King Valley who are out training, if they have the good fortune to meet you, must treat you as an elder and show respect."
His tone was matter of course, as if this was a matter of course.
Bai Qingchen: “…”
He felt a little sweat on his forehead. What on earth did Bai Qiming say to the disciples of Medicine King Valley?
He could almost imagine how the disciples of Medicine King Valley would react when the dignified Valley Master sternly issued this inexplicable order. Bai Qingchen held his forehead helplessly.
Mo Li blinked and looked at Bai Qingchen curiously: "Brother Qingchen, is there any relationship between you and Yaowang Valley?"
Yu Anyang was about to answer when Bai Qingchen quickly took the lead and covered Yu Anyang's mouth in a panic.
"Uh! I just stayed in Medicine King Valley for a few months, haha..."
He chuckled dryly and then released her hand. He abruptly changed the subject, pointing to the tents and patients, "What are these...?"
Yu Anyang was a little confused when his mouth was suddenly covered, but he did not think Bai Qingchen's behavior was rude. He said smoothly, "These are the people who escaped from Yuelun City. We are temporarily stationed here to provide them with medical treatment."
He paused, his expression heavy, and began to recount their experience, which dated back to five days ago.
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