"Oh my god, my illness is cured, the strange disease has inexplicably disappeared."
"It's truly incredible, I just drank a bowl of well water and my body has completely recovered!"
...
The cheers merged into one, and no one knew exactly what was going on.
Those in Ning Village who had contracted the strange disease were inexplicably recovering one by one, becoming energetic and robust, not at all like people who had just recovered from a serious illness.
No one knew the reason, and everyone thought it was the White Emperor's divine intervention, rushing to the village entrance to kowtow to the White Emperor's statue.
Ning Wenjing, however, curiously approached the well and found that a portion of the dried medicinal herbs around it was missing. She also discovered the residue of these medicinal herbs in the well water.
The villagers would never waste medicinal herbs like this. The only person who would do such a thing was Ji Mo!
"Could it be that he was the one who cured the village's strange illness?"
This thought flashed through Ning Wenjing's mind, but she quickly dismissed it.
No matter how she looked at it, Ji Mo showed no signs of being a renowned physician. It was impossible for this liar, who never spoke a word of truth, to have solved the strange illness.
She shook her head and returned to her room, where she discovered the gift Ji Mo had left for her: a statue.
The statue was a foot tall and was a carving of Ning Wenjing herself.
Holding a four-meter broadsword, she was heroic and spirited, her long legs exuding power. It was lifelike and exquisitely crafted.
"That dead liar, his hands are truly skillful!"
Ning Wenjing was amazed and very fond of it.
Most importantly, Ji Mo had carved her facial features perfectly, without the blemish of the dark spots.
"If only I didn't have these unsightly dark spots on my face, perhaps he would like..."
Ning Wenjing hugged the stone statue, lost in thought. She didn't realize that powerful Daoist rhymes were flowing within the statue, which then became simple and unadorned.
In the warm sunlight, a young girl sat by an antique wooden window, holding a stone statue. This scene appeared tranquil and beautiful!
Outside Ning Village.
Several mysterious dark figures appeared at some point.
They were all shrouded in mist, making their faces and origins indistinguishable.
These figures' gazes all fell upon the White Emperor's statue at the village entrance, and they clearly showed a look of apprehension.
One of the dark figures said indifferently, "The strange poison administered a few days ago must have incapacitated most of the people in Ning Village. Now, as long as we find a way to destroy the White Emperor's statue, the entire Ning Village will be at our mercy."
"Heh heh, after so many years of planning, it's finally about to succeed. As long as we break through Ning Village and use the lives of the old, weak, sick, and disabled as a threat, those Ning clan experts guarding the seal will surely compromise. Opening the seal and reconnecting the gate to the demon realm is just around the corner."
Another dark figure let out a chilling laugh, clearly extremely excited.
The others were also very excited: "As long as the passage to the demon realm is opened, the ancestors of our families can enter the demon realm and ascend there. And for us, there is hope, and becoming an immortal is within reach."
"That's right! Although opening the gate to the demon realm will inevitably trigger a demon invasion, and the Xuanling Realm will be awash in blood and suffering. But compared to becoming an immortal, what are these things? At worst, we can cooperate with the demons then."
One of them revealed their true thoughts.
So, the purpose of all this was to become an immortal.
Someone snorted coldly, "That White Emperor fellow sealed the heavens and locked the earth, severed the teleportation channels of the Xuanling Realm, and cut off all contact with other realms. He himself did not wish to become an immortal, and he also cut off the path to immortality for everyone. We were forced to find another way, to ascend through the demon realm. The Ning clan is stubborn and doesn't know how to adapt to the situation, still guarding the seal. There's no need to keep them; we'll find an opportunity to slaughter them all."
"You humans are just hypocritical."
An exceptionally tall figure uttered disdainfully, "In that dark age, the White Emperor preserved the lineage of humanity. Otherwise, your human race would have been completely exterminated by the slaughter of the ghost and demon races ten thousand years ago."
This figure was clearly not human, as revealed by his words. He was likely from the demon race.
Upon hearing this, the other figures became extremely agitated, as if their sore spots had been stepped on. They were undoubtedly human.
"The White Emperor did make a small contribution to humanity, but he destroyed the path to immortality, making him a sinner of the entire human race. Thanks to him, no one in our human race has been able to ascend to immortality for ten thousand years."
A dark figure spoke with immense anger and indignation.
What was the point of cultivation if not for infinite life and becoming an immortal deity?
The demon said coldly, "Although I also can't understand why the White Emperor cut off the immortal path back then, I can probably guess one or two things. The immortals in the Immortal Spirit Realm are aloof and indifferent to everything. In their eyes, we are merely like ants. Those heavenly immortals in the upper realm are greedy and have exploited and oppressed us a lot. Perhaps the White Emperor couldn't stand it."
"The law of the jungle is the eternal truth. The White Emperor was too short-sighted. By sealing off the Xuanling Realm, he only made the overall strength of the human race weaker and weaker. He is clearly harming the entire human race, and he is a sinner."
Someone expressed their opinion, angrily pointing out the White Emperor's faults.
This statement was affirmed by several others, clearly indicating that these were their thoughts.
"I've heard a secret rumor and would like to confirm it with you. It is said that before the White Emperor's demise, he predicted that a savior would emerge to lead humanity to glory. Is this true?"
The demon took the opportunity to inquire, very much wanting to clarify this secret.
Several people shook their heads. One of them said with murderous intent, "There are too many legends about the White Emperor, and no one can distinguish between truth and falsehood. However, the Ning clan must know more than us. It is said that the White Emperor's handwritten notes are still preserved in Ning Village. When we capture Ning Village, all secrets will naturally be revealed."
No one believed the so-called savior legend.
These individuals engaged in a period of secret plotting and quickly devised a plan to destroy the White Emperor's statue, preparing to launch their attack on Ning Village.
...
"How can I get rich overnight?"
After leaving Ning Village, Ji Mo racked his brains as he traveled.
He truly wanted to help Ning Village. Heroes of the human race should not end up in such a desolate state.
On the road, he encountered many demons whose eyes were green, clearly harboring ill intentions towards him.
However, upon seeing Ji Mo's face, which resembled a charcoal spirit, those demons immediately showed disdain and lost interest.
Transformed demons were similar to humans, but some still retained a part of their beastly characteristics.
Ji Mo saw dog-headed people, centaurs, and a rabbit demoness with fluffy ears and a tail.
It was a pity that there were no fishnet stockings or maid outfits here. Otherwise, if the rabbit demoness wore them and softly called out "Master," which man could resist?
Ji Mo sighed, regretting that he had looked down on Old Lu back then. He should have learned his purse-cutting techniques.
As the saying goes, small thieves prosper, and great thieves establish nations.
Stealing from others is bad, but stealing from these ill-intentioned demons brought no sense of guilt.
After much deliberation, Ji Mo ultimately couldn't think of a good way to make money, and his stomach began to rumble.
He endured his hunger and, following Ning Wenjing's previous instructions, spent most of the day traveling to a city.