Xu Qian stopped paying attention to Difen and Matansas, opened his phone, and checked nearby hospitals. Fortunately, Ulan also used a common language, equivalent to 21st-century English.
Melissa Port, despite being a coastal city, has only two hospitals, one of which, Vinoco Hospital, is located just three kilometers away.
In Ulan, the most convenient mode of transportation is the tram, which is more comfortable than the bus, but slower than the subway. The dedicated transportation hub ensures that their trams will never be congested. The only inconvenience is that they do not support WeChat Pay; cash is required. Xu Qian hesitated for a while, then decided to continue using stealth mode and hitch a ride.
But shortly after he boarded the tram, a thought suddenly popped into his head—wait a minute! Am I stupid? Why bother using my superhuman lightness skill to cross the ocean? Why not just switch identities and get on the plane? Isn't flying more comfortable?
"Damn it—" Xu Qian cursed himself under his breath. He must have been sleeping in the ice coffin for too long; he'd slept so long that he was completely out of his mind...
After a while, we arrived at Vinocco Hospital.
The hospital wasn't as 'lively' as I'd imagined, and there wasn't much foot traffic; it didn't feel like a hospital in a coastal city at all.
Xu Qian carefully observed the people coming and going in the hospital. Most of them had this debuff under their names, but similarly, this debuff had no effect on them. They were all full of energy... well, no, it can't be said that it had no effect at all.
He saw traces of detached skin on the right hand of a middle-aged woman, patches of white and yellow. The white patches were the detached skin that had grown back. Compared to the Ulan people, who were invulnerable to weapons, it seemed as if they had found a solution.
Ulan is quite an interesting country. Xu Qian forced a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, and continued to take out his phone. In a country where theology is the mainstream, hospitals are definitely not the first place to seek help for infectious diseases; temples or churches are more likely to be the place.
Sure enough, the number of temples was greater than the number of hospitals.
Xu Qian found the largest temple in the area—1 Cleveland Street.
...
Inside the temple, a little girl from Ulan knelt. She wore a white felt hat, revealing a pair of round, brown eyes. Her exposed hands showed that she had also contracted the infectious disease, but she just looked at the messenger Godfrey in front of her with a blank and innocent gaze.
Godfrey poured a cup of water from the teapot for the little girl. The water looked very clear, but if you smelled it carefully, you could smell a faint fragrance. It was water brewed with half-rose flowers.
“You’ll feel better after drinking it,” Godfrey said gently to the little girl.
"Thank you, Lord Godfrey," the little girl said softly, reaching out to take the cup of warm half-flower water.
The girl's mother gently touched the girl's felt hat, her eyes tender.
The girl drank the water, and although there didn't seem to be any significant changes, she and her mother knew that she would gradually get better because it was a blessing from God.
Seeing that the girl had drunk the water, Xu Qian turned his gaze to the tree trunk outside. The gray-white tree trunk was exactly the same as the one Xu Qian had seen at Huaxia School before.
June in Ulan is winter, yet it is filled with the blooming of the semi-purple berries that only bloom in spring. The pure white flowers fall in the courtyard, blending with the falling snowflakes, just like a beautiful scene.
May the gods of the Nine Mountains protect you...
Xu Qian's ears twitched. He had heard the word 'jiuyue' from the people of Ulan more than once. If he had heard it elsewhere, he would most likely have thought it was a coincidence. But in Ulan Kingdom, in the former Hidden God Valley, he felt that 'jiuyue' was probably not a coincidence.
Jiuyue, the Nine Sacred Mountains, refers to the nine sacred mountains.
A name that should have been forgotten has reappeared in Ulan.
Xu Qian left the temple and wandered aimlessly through the unfamiliar streets. He was thinking about the events of the past few days, from the sudden infectious disease to the current Ulan Banluoshi. There was no direct evidence that Banluoshi could cure Luoshi shedding, since the debuff under the names of those who contracted the disease hadn't disappeared, yet they had indeed become healthy after drinking Banluoshi.
After much thought, Xu Qian came up with a possibility. He took the Luo Shi Po from his backpack into his hand. Its texture was warm and smooth, and the semi-transparent Luo Shi Po seemed to contain countless powers.
Xu Qian immediately decided to return to Gongshan; he needed Anda's help with this matter.
Just as he was about to travel, Xu Qian suddenly stopped. He opened the map and saw the location of Stephen Murphy and others in the Foreign Affairs Office in Ulan. Before leaving, he decided to take a look at the situation there and see if they had found anything.
Thinking it over, Xu Qian continued to hide and hitch a ride on Ulan's tram, and once again exclaimed – the Ming Cult disguise is really useful!
Upon arriving at the Foreign Affairs Institute, Xu Qian discovered that the people of Difen, Matansas, and Ulan seemed to be arguing. One of them was arguing about the virus, and the other about Ulan's sea sacrifice.
Xu Qian then became interested and leaned against the corner of the wall to listen.
After listening for a while, Xu Qian summarized it simply: Ulan was very "grateful" for the "unilateral" support from foreign friends, but they had already solved the problem internally. That's right, it was thanks to the half-fruit that suddenly blooms in winter.
As for Ale, Ulan and his group actually offered support, but Ale unfortunately refused. (Ah, what a pity.)
"...This has no scientific basis whatsoever!" Stephen Murphy repeated countless times. They had conducted numerous experiments but had not concluded that half-roshi could cure W-79. They had reason to believe that the Ulan people were hiding something—no, they were definitely hiding something!
"May the gods of the Nine Mountains protect you." The Ulan man chuckled. He had said everything he needed to say, but there was nothing he could do if the other party didn't believe him.
Stephen Murphy sighed. He swore it was the most frustrating day he'd had in thirty years. Since arriving in this country, a series of things had happened that defied the laws of nature. He truly was a materialist…
Just then, there was a knock on the door to the reception room; it was Louis from the group.
Stephen Murphy saw him and remembered something, so he quickly went over and asked, "What was the result?"
Louis leaned in and whispered, and Xu Qian was forced to lean in as well.
"The fossil...the test paper did indeed show a reaction."
Stephen Murphy's eyes lit up. Once this conclusion was reached, Ulan would have to pay the price!
Louis added, "However, the Welsh Strait waters we sampled were healthy."
"……Why?"
"The water quality test results also found pollen from *Half-Rossula*, so it might really be..." Louis didn't finish his sentence, nor did he need to.
Stephen Murphy's face turned grim, though it was obscured by his mask.
Taking the opportunity, the Ulan man said to the Matansas people, "Our sea festival is held on average once a month, very punctually. This was truly an accident. If it weren't for..." the Ale people had mistakenly wandered in, this epidemic would never have happened. The Ulan man didn't finish his sentence, but the other party certainly understood the meaning.
Xu Qian stopped paying attention to what happened next. He returned to the temple, picked some flower petals, and used his divine speed to return to China.
Peicheng, China.
As a secluded place, the rampant infectious disease did not affect Nanbin Village much. However, Anda, as the leader, still listened to Meng Ziqiu's advice and told the villagers to stay at home. After all, they were now human and could be infected.
When Xu Qian called Anda, he was on his way to the village. Anda was there to deliver fruits and vegetables to the village. These were all from previous stockpiles, which came in handy now that everyone was staying home due to the pandemic.
But for Xu Qian, the transition from the winter in Ulan to the summer in China... felt like he wanted to go to the river to calm down every minute.
Xu Qian appeared at Monkey Ridge dressed in a black windbreaker. These were the only two sets of clothes he had on his boat, both dark and heat-absorbing. He decided that he would definitely buy two more sets for his youngest son when he returned this time!
Anda sat in a rocking chair at the village entrance, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand, fanning himself as he looked quite carefree.
Suddenly, Anda sensed something, immediately opened his eyes, and turned his gaze to the path outside the village, where Xu Qian was.
"Did you bring anything?" That was Anda's first question.
Xu Qian, however, was unusually calm. He had prepared himself mentally before coming, and he was still prepared now. "Take a look at this for me." In his hand were half a rosehip flower and a piece of rosehip amber.
Adachi received it, his eyelids trembling slightly. He sensed an extraordinary power; this was…
“…It is a remnant of the immortal path,” Anda said.
Xu Qian stared at him blankly. Although he had come to this conclusion, he found it difficult to accept for a moment.
The remnants of immortality refer to the relinquishment of the physical body by cultivators, transforming themselves into all things, which can protect the peace of a region or be used for suppression and sealing.
In the history Xu Qian knew, only two people had taken such an action. One was an elder of the Hidden Moon Sect, who sacrificed his own Dao to protect the sect, which was on the verge of collapse due to the involvement of the demon race in the internal strife, thus bringing peace to the sect for thousands of years. The other was the Guanhai Pavilion, whose leader sacrificed himself when the demon race, which had suddenly risen to power, ran rampant in Guanhai.
Now, a third person has appeared.
"Where did you find this?" Anda asked him.
Xu Qian didn't hide anything, "Hidden God Valley."
Anda was taken aback. He had only heard the name but had never actually been there.
Thinking of this, Anda looked at Xu Qian again. He could never see through this man. He had no spiritual power, yet he seemed to know a lot of things.
Xu Qian suddenly looked at him and asked, "How much do you know about Hidden God Valley?"
Anda shook his head. "I'm just a nobody. I only managed to take on a human form by chance. By then, Hidden God Valley had already been destroyed."
Xu Qian nodded. This was evident from Anda's strength; he was indeed quite ordinary. If it weren't for the unique self-regeneration property of the Azure Light Token, he wouldn't have been able to survive until now.
"Let's leave it at that for now. Contact me if you have any questions." Xu Qian stood up, and Anda returned the Rosiper to him, then quickly asked, "Is this important to you?"
Xu Qian smiled at him without saying anything, but his expression spoke volumes; this was indeed very important to him.
Anda returned a smile, "Then good luck."
...
After leaving Nanbin Village, Xu Qian did not return directly to Weicheng. Instead, he traveled by teleportation to the Dusha Desert. He could only seek out Chu Qingxia, the only person who might know the truth, to get an explanation.
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