"The Martial Plague had little impact on ordinary people, and it rarely triggered.
But just because the impact was minor didn't mean they could ignore its existence; once triggered, it could be deadly, and Zheng Ankang's death was a naked proof of that.
Despite appearing indifferent, Village Chief Zhou Zhengwen and Elder Ji couldn't really do anything about it; they were helpless.
Neither eliminating the Martial Plague nor avenging those spreading it was within their capabilities, and speaking out would only cause panic, so they simply acted as if nothing happened.
If someone else were to die from Martial Plague... well, that just meant bad luck!
In such chaotic times, one might not die from the Martial Plague, but could perish from a war or be caught in a powerful battle, which was almost the same.
Compared to those refugees displaced by war, Martial Plague didn't seem so awful.
And all these thoughts occurred because there was no way to treat the Martial Plague.
Now, someone claimed they could cure it, Elder Ji and Chief Zhou Zhengwen wouldn't give up on that.
As a physician, although Elder Ji didn't want to treat a mysterious martial artist, it didn't mean he didn't want to treat his own fellow villagers.
He hadn't returned from his studies to be useless.
Wang Sheng understood this as well.
He couldn't, and wouldn't stop them.
He couldn't have a treatment and refuse others a possible solution to use it.
He was not capable of such actions.
However, if Xu Qu faced some risks that he couldn't resolve, he wouldn't foolishly confront it; at most, he would flee with Li Wenguang's family.
He had only been in this world, in this village, for a few months, hardly venturing out. To say he had deep feelings for it would be unbelievable even to himself.
If he had the capacity, he would help, grateful for the funds initially collected for his escape.
If not, then so be it.
Only Li Wenguang's family, though technically it was for his original self, in reality, that jar of Tiger Bone Ointment had truly saved his life.
He had used the blessing, and he couldn't forget it.
Perhaps add Elder Ji too, as his medical books had been greatly helpful.
Maybe after years, he might grow closer to the people of Qingshan Village, but certainly not now.
Human feelings were sometimes cheap, but when unconditional sacrifice was required, they became precious.
Finally, Wang Sheng let out a sigh and said, "Since you've decided, then stay, but my advice is to let Xu Qu try to resolve the Martial Plague within you first, and don't let him out for a while, quarantine for a month or two. Also, those who brought him here need to be informed, and… if there's any trouble, come to me!"
If things were under his control, he was still willing to take charge.
"Okay!"
Elder Ji nodded.
And that's how Wang Sheng left.
He sensed a crisis.
The Martial Plague hadn't erupted but was dormant; he had always thought the mastermind would utilize their own methods to trigger it at a critical moment, to gain the most benefit.
Now knowing the mastermind was King Yong Nian Zhou Wutong.
What then would be the moment he could gain the most benefit?
Naturally, it would be when battling King Jiangyuan.
Now that Jiangyuan City of Shuzhou had fallen and King Jiangyuan definitely wouldn't sit idly by, the decisive battle might occur on the day King Yong Nian advanced internally in Shuzhou again."
At that time, if the Martial Artist Plague had broken out on a large scale, the warriors under King Jiang Yuan would have lost their ability to fight, causing King Jiang Yuan's army to collapse instantly.
Of course, Wang Sheng still had some doubts about this, since King Yong Nian's strength far surpassed that of King Jiang Yuan, why would he resort to such means?
If he truly wanted to vie for control over the realm, this would definitely be a loss rather than a gain.
The Great Grandmaster was strong, but not strong enough to suppress the entire world with his own power; otherwise, there would be no need to contend for anything.
In this case, King Yong Nian didn't seem to care about his reputation at all.
It was indeed a bit strange.
"Forget it, these matters aren't my concern; I should just focus on resolving the Martial Artist Plague before the decisive battle!"
He didn't know how King Yong Nian would later trigger the outbreak of the Martial Artist Plague, so he couldn't prevent it; the best approach was still to enhance his Qi-Blood Power and break through it before it could be triggered!
So, as soon as he returned home, he began practicing Ba Duan Jin.
Now, the consumption of Ba Duan Jin was extremely terrifying; based on his daily practice, he needed to use more than five Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pills.
Under such consumption, his blood strength and Qi-Blood Power improved rapidly. He manipulated his Qi-Blood Power to hover in front of the "gateway" of the Martial Artist Plague locus, where the sense of danger had already reduced significantly.
"It's close, it should be in the next few days."
Following this pace, he soon would be able to attack the last disease locus within his body.
As long as he resolved the final disease locus, he could remove the "great stone" weighing on his body and enter the final phase of Qi Rushing to the Disease, reducing the disease.
Unlike Finding Disease and Flipping Illness, the reducing disease phase actually enhances one's strength.
He was quite eager to see how much strength he could gain in the reducing disease phase.
Thus, three days passed. Wang Sheng did not pay much attention to Old Ji and Xu Qu; he only occasionally saw Old Ji often passing by his house, heading towards the village chief's home, not knowing what he was pondering.
He had made some progress during these three days.
Both his blood strength and Qi-Blood Power had been enhanced again.
Under the introspective state, his blood became even "thicker," although he also curiously tried bleeding himself, and the blood he let did not exhibit any "thick" characteristics.
It seemed that such a state was only visible under introspection.
Since he had begun his cultivation journey, the enhancement of blood strength had already been a metaphysical concept. As for this phenomenon, he wasn't too surprised, only marveling for a while.
Furthermore, after three days of enhancement, his Qi-Blood Power had raised to the level where there was no sense of crisis when facing the disease loci formed by the Martial Artist Plague.
This meant he was now ready to charge at the final disease locus!
However, to be safe, Wang Sheng still enhanced his Qi-Blood Power for three more days, made all preparations, placed three Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pills in his mouth, and then began to charge at the Martial Artist Plague locus.
Boom!
Under the introspective state, this charge seemed similar to before, once again evolving into a siege battle.
The Qi-Blood Power once again transformed into a giant siege column, constantly striking against the disease locus.
If it had been one of the previous loci, it would gradually vanish under the continuous erosion of the Qi-Blood Power.
But the locus formed by the Martial Artist Plague seemed completely different from the previous loci, like the difference between storming an undefended empty city and besieging a well-defended major city.
Simply put, the massive disease locus formed by the Martial Artist Plague resisted!
As soon as the Qi-Blood Power began to strike the locus, it commenced its counterattack, continuously eroding the strength of the Qi-Blood Power.
Under Wang Sheng's introspection, the Martial Artist Plague locus seemed to transform into a Poisonous Flood Dragon, constantly hissing and threatening at the Qi-Blood Power, spraying poison to consume the Qi-Blood Power.
The Qi-Blood Power was fearless, turning into a crimson giant dragon, roaring back!
Soon, a red and a black began tearing at each other.
The final challenge of Qi Rushing to the Disease had officially begun!