Chapter 133 The Plague is Not to Kill People

The ghost immortal had been following Ji Xiang, watching him dismantle other people's dojos and altars everywhere, yet those powerful Dharma Lords who were deeply rooted in Dingjia City didn't dare to show their faces.

He began to revere Ji Xiang from the bottom of his heart.

In the face of absolute power, even the famous Six Sects of Lower Mao Mountain did not dare to confront him head-on. Perhaps after the failure of the Daxian Huaguang Dharma Lord, the remaining five Dharma Lords had been scared out of their wits.

"To die at the hands of such a person is not a disgrace..."

The ghost immortal had already avenged his great revenge and took the idea of being reduced to ashes lightly. Anyway, he was a ghost himself, so dying again was no big deal. He could endure physical pain, and the annihilation of his soul wouldn't hurt at all. He might even have a peaceful smile on his face when he passed away.

But at this moment, he saw chickens and ducks appearing on the streets and near the alleys.

At first, he didn't pay much attention, but those chickens and ducks were just standing there foolishly.

This strange scene made the ghost immortal vigilant.

Buzz buzz buzz...

Immediately afterward, a strange and peculiar force began to emerge in Dingjia City, and the first to react to this force was the ghost immortal. He suddenly felt uncomfortable because his ghost immortal power was being suppressed.

It was the Yang energy of living souls, and it seemed that the entire city harbored malice towards him.

"Something's happening. Can't you feel it? The Yang energy in this city has become stronger!"

The ghost immortal reminded Ji Xiang and the Shangqing Daoist. The Shangqing Daoist sensed it and nodded, "Indeed, it seems that there are a lot more living people. What's going on? Could it be that a large number of people have migrated here?"

"Or is this a Yang-gathering formation?"

Ji Xiang asked curiously, "As the Daoist of the Shangqing Sect, can't you tell if it's a formation?"

The Shangqing Daoist honestly replied, "It resembles a formation but has no formation eye, nor any traces of a large formation in operation. My cultivation is still too low; I really can't understand it."

Ji Xiang's gaze shifted to the chickens and ducks that looked like sculptures.

These chickens and ducks looked no different from ordinary domestic fowl, but they stood there blankly, as if waiting for someone to drive them away. Sure enough, some herdsboys soon appeared.

Herdsboys, men in black, and little girls with pigtails.

The ghost immortal's eyes widened instantly!

It was exactly the same as what he had seen seventy years ago, before the outbreak of the great plague!

These people seemed to be returning from outside the city!

Ji Xiang walked towards the three people, but the ghost immortal immediately stopped him, "Don't! These should be plague ghosts. If you try to stop them, you'll be infected with the plague! Yang energy alone can't resist it..."

But what shocked the ghost immortal was what happened next.

The three "plague ghosts" actually stopped in front of Ji Xiang and bowed to him.

"Oh? You're bowing to me? Do you recognize me?"

Ji Xiang also found it interesting that the three ghosts had no hostility and were very respectful.

Not only did they have no hostility towards him.

They had no hostility towards anything in Dingjia City.

Ji Xiang asked, "Are you natural Shénshà (demonic forces) spirits, or plague ghosts transformed from the souls of the dead?"

"Were you summoned here by the Dharma Lords?"

"What do they want you to do? Where are you going? Are you here to kill people?"

The little girl with pigtails replied, "Reporting to the Superior God, the Dharma Lord has ordered us to come."

Ji Xiang: "To spread plague and kill people?"

The little girl with pigtails shook her head: "To collect living souls here."

Ji Xiang immediately showed an incredible expression, and even the Shangqing Daoist found it absurd.

The Dharma Lords of Dingjia City couldn't defeat Ji Xiang and were avoiding him, so they wanted to use plague ghosts to deal with Ji Xiang? That was ridiculous. For cultivators above the Earth Immortal level, wanting to use disease to deal with them would require at least the Five Plague Envoys of the Heavenly Court.

This wasn't killing one thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own.

It was more like setting yourself on fire and burning down your entire family...

"Simply nonsense."

Ji Xiang frowned, "Little ghosts, there are no lives to be taken here. Disperse quickly."

But the three plague ghosts did not move. The man in black in the middle said, "Reporting to the Superior God, we are here to spread plague, not to kill people."

Ji Xiang was truly puzzled: "Is there a plague that doesn't kill people?"

The man in black said, "Yes, there is."

"The lives of the people in Dingjia City cannot be taken by the plague. Only if they are willing to give up their lives can the plague kill them. So it is not the plague that kills them, but they themselves who have given up their lives."

The words were strange, and Ji Xiang felt something was wrong. He pressed,

"Explain it more specifically."

But at this moment, before the man in black could speak, their figures suddenly twisted, and they disappeared before Ji Xiang's eyes.

Ji Xiang's Dharma eyes illuminated the surroundings, but he could not see any trace of their disappearance. The ghost immortal immediately said, "Once the plague ghosts disappear, it means that the great plague has already begun to spread. You should leave here first. The Yang energy in the city is rising abnormally!"

The Shangqing Daoist also said, "Indeed, if a great plague occurs, the number of dead people will increase, Yin energy will rise, and Yang energy will decrease. But now, the plague ghosts have appeared and disappeared, and the Yang energy in the city has not decreased but increased. Something is wrong."

"If the Yang energy is too strong, it is not a good thing for mortals. The human body is balanced in Yin and Yang. The three Hun souls belong to Yin, and the seven Po spirits belong to Yang. Normally, the three Hun souls dominate the seven Po spirits, but if the seven Po spirits dominate the three Hun souls..."

"I have never seen such a thing, but that doesn't mean it won't happen."

Ji Xiang didn't care, "I've heard of methods to revive the dead and generate Yang energy. It's not impossible..."

But Ji Xiang looked at the ghost immortal and the Shangqing Daoist, and these two indeed had no resistance to the disaster that was about to occur...

Ji Xiang was about to take the two out of Dingjia City, but the ghost immortal wanted to stay, saying to Ji Xiang, "You're going to kill me anyway, so this is perfect. This place is full of Yang energy. Since I regained my senses, I have never felt such strong Yang energy."

"It's as if I'm still alive. Let me die in the Yang energy; it wouldn't be a bad way to go."

His body had already begun to be eroded by the Yang energy, and his form and spirit had become much clearer. His soul was being burned by the Yang energy.

Ji Xiang asked, "Won't you go to the Eastern Paradise of Ultimate Bliss?"

Ghost Immortal: "The natural world is my best destination. Even if I achieve longevity in the Dharma Realm, I will still just be a Qingling ghost."

Ji Xiang: "Everyone has their own ambitions. I won't force you, but you are still useful to me, so I'm afraid I won't be able to let you die directly in the Yang energy this time."

With that, he rolled up a cloud and took the two out of Dingjia City, but the Yang energy spread to a large area of the world. Even after leaving the city, they found that the Yang energy in the mountains and fields was also abundant and strong. The ghost immortal's form and spirit were burning uncontrollably. The erosion of Yang energy on him became even more intense, and even the Shangqing Daoist's hands and feet became somewhat unresponsive.

"The seven Po spirits have no wisdom. If the seven Po spirits are too strong and suppress the three Hun souls, people will become muddled and lose their wisdom, but they will also unleash the full potential of the body. At this time, they will be incredibly strong and able to kill even a tiger, but life itself will also decrease along with the strengthening of the body."

The Shangqing Daoist used spells to stabilize his three Hun souls and suppress his seven Po spirits, using thunder magic to stimulate his body and temporarily paralyze his flesh, while Ji Xiang walked freely in this environment without any discomfort.

"Why am I not affected?"

Ji Xiang looked at the Shangqing Daoist, who was also unsure and could only vaguely say, "Perhaps it's because of the Yang Spirit Ascension. The Ascension Realm is above the Pure Yang Realm. The human body is transformed into pure Yang, and Yang energy will only become an aid to the person, no longer affecting the balance of the human body..."

As he was speaking, the forms and spirits of the Shangqing Daoist and the ghost immortal also began to twist, and then they disappeared from Ji Xiang's eyes.

The vast Yang energy distorted this killing tribulation, and the source of this Yang energy was the lives of the people of Dingjia City.

In the dark, a voice came, as if conducting a grand sacrifice.

"Who says the lives of all beings are insignificant? We all have the same flesh and blood..."

"Nature is born in the heart and unites with the Dao, as the desire of man; life originates in the heart and unites with virtue, representing the Qi of Yang."