Chapter 1921: A World in Chaos

d around, and he began to make polite conversation with the tea guests beside him.The whole day was spent at the teahouse. Qin Sang even had lunch there, and he generously treated everyone to tea, mak...Qin Sang's deduced three directions, one was located to the west of Leixiao Sect, and they were now heading in that direction.

Overcoming towering mountains and ridges, they arrive at new countries. Sometimes they fly through the sky, occasionally landing on the ground, or entering the mortal realm, or visiting deities and spirits. Their progress is faster than before, and Qin Sang also wants to find the fa altar as soon as possible to investigate the true origins and purpose of these fa altars.

Along the way, the lands passed through were perhaps not wealthy, but at least they were stable, and the people could live a life of comfort.

The further west you go, the more things start to feel off.

Qin Sang could intuitively feel that the atmosphere in some border towns was tense, with war frequently breaking out.

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Continuing westward, dilapidated ruins and deserted villages began to appear. There was no sign of life within them.

Especially in remote areas, temples and statues have collapsed, long since lost their incense offerings. Some statues have had their heads knocked off, while others are completely shattered into dust, radiating a desolate atmosphere.

As I journeyed, the power of the Shinto faith gradually weakened.

In some places, the strength of a county City God is not even comparable to that of an ordinary county City God in a country like Liu Guo.

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Some monsters descended from the mountains to wreak havoc, preying on mortals. Even the Shinto priests dared not leave the city to subdue them, fearing for their own safety when encountering powerful demons.

Qin Sang recalled the warning from Master Yan Shui Guan when they went west, getting closer and closer to the Moluo Mountain Range. The Moluo Mountains were teeming with demons, a chaotic mess. Cultivators from Yun Duo Mountain shuddered at the mention of it. Even the mighty Yun Duo Tian couldn't cleanse the Moluo Mountains.

It seems that the mortal world is also influenced by the cultivation world. It's more stable near Yun Duotian.

Following this trend, things will only get more chaotic ahead!

As Qin Sang had expected.

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This day.

As they flew overhead, Qin Sang's gaze swept across the ground and suddenly pointed to a mountain peak ahead.

Go down.

Luo Hou immediately retracted the demonic wind, lightly landing on the mountain peak. Qin Sang and Xiao Wu dismounted, and the surrounding scenery came into view.

This place clearly hasn't seen rain in a long time.

The mountain was bare, even the patches of grass were withered and yellow. There wasn't a hint of green or moisture; it felt like everything could catch fire at any moment, yet it wasn't even autumn yet.

As the sun began to set, the ground still carried the scent of burnt earth.

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There is a dirt road at the foot of the mountain.

The hot wind whipped up the yellow dust on the road, sending it swirling into the air.

It can be seen that this earthen road is relatively flat and wide, not the rugged mountain paths of ordinary people. It should have been an official road built by the country with care.

Although the sun was still blazing, the dirt road was teeming with people, moving slowly forward despite the heat and dust.

These people are neither merchants nor soldiers.

Nearly everyone looked gaunt and wore tattered clothes covered in dirt. Some were so thin they trembled as they walked, as if they might collapse at any moment. They had abandoned all their belongings and relied on a single wooden stick for support, driven by sheer willpower to keep going.

They wore tattered cloth and leaves, some directly exposed to the sun, their expressions vacant, moving like zombies.

It is quite clear that this is a group of refugees.

Behind the official road, a long queue of people snaked along.

With so many people leaving their homes and fleeing, the future doesn't hold disaster or war.

Qin Sang was no stranger to this kind of situation. Before he entered the cultivation world, he had also witnessed it.

Whew!

A hot wind blew in from somewhere, lifting up large amounts of yellow earth.

"Cough..."

"Ahem!"

In a flurry of coughs, people covered their mouths and noses, closing their eyes, waiting for the evil wind to pass.

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"Wow!"

Suddenly, a child's cry rang out from the crowd. Then, it was as if someone had choked them, and after that gust of wind passed, they cried again.

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The child cried, just as listless and powerless as those around him. After a few choked sobs, he was too exhausted to continue.

Near the child, there was a woman with a headscarf, her face covered in yellow mud, obscuring her true features.

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She should be the child's mother, her rough palms clutching the child's wrist.

The child was only three or four years old, but she didn't have the strength to hold her.

Thankfully, the mother wasn't very tall, so the child could still barely reach the ground. But being so young, they were dragged forward by their mother, stumbling and falling, leaving a trail of broken marks on the ground.

The mother's expression was as blank as the others'. When the wind and sand came, she only lowered her head slightly. But her palm was like an iron clamp, gripping her child's wrist tightly.

Awakened by the child's crying, the mother's dazed eyes moved slightly, she glanced at the child in a daze, and instinctively reached out with the inside of her sleeve to wipe the child's eyes.

The child had sand in their eyes, and the more they rubbed them, the more pain they felt.

At this point, a gentle puff with the mouth would have helped, but the mother seemed to have forgotten. She just kept wiping insistently.

The child's crying is getting louder and louder.

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Someone nearby noticed something was wrong.

What's wrong with you!

An old man patted the woman's shoulder, wanting to help.

The mother suddenly went mad, pushing the elderly person aside and hugging the child tightly, she cried out in terror, "My child! Don't take my child..."

This scene was heartbreaking, but the crowd only stirred slightly. Who had the energy to sympathize with others anymore

In the distance, a family was walking slowly. A thin couple were with three children, each holding one and taking turns carrying the youngest.

In a refugee queue, for a family to make it here intact is very difficult, but the more people there are, the more mouths to feed.

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As he passed the mother and son, the man glanced at them, his gaze lingering on the child's skin where tears had streamed. A picture inexplicably flashed through his mind.

Yesterday evening, someone set up a pot by the roadside, and the enticing aroma of meat wafted from within.

But, there was a severe drought throughout the land. Even the animals here could not survive.

His eyes were fixed on the child's face, as if he smelled that fragrance again. His throat rolled, and he unconsciously slowed his pace, his gaze becoming strange.

The child seemed to sense something, snuggling tightly into his mother's arms.

The wife and three children didn't notice the man's movements, still walking forward.

The man felt his arm being tugged and turned his head to see his child. However, the look in his eyes hadn't disappeared.

Three children, their clothes stuffed with grass and rolled in the dirt, were covered in grime, making it impossible to tell boy from girl.

Actually, all three of them are daughters. If they hadn't always been with the clan before, they would have been targeted long ago.

They recently ran into bandits and became separated from their clan. They have eaten all their possessions and, with no support from their kin, are on the verge of starvation. How can they possibly raise these three children

I can't live anymore.

It's impossible for everyone to survive.

... Impossible...

The man muttered these words over and over in his heart, and suddenly his throat felt tight again.

He dared not lay his hands on others, nor could he bring himself to harm his own child. Yet, a crazy idea began to take root in his mind.

He stood there motionless, his wife and daughter looking at him in confusion.

The couple's minds were in sync. From her husband's eyes, the wife saw something, first disbelief, then a deep fear creeping in.

"Bang!"

The wife slapped her husband's face, screaming, "Are you insane! They are your flesh and blood, they came from you!"

Actually, his wife didn't hit him with much force.

The man, however, was struck as if by a heavy blow and fell to the ground all at once.

"Father! Father!"

Seeing her daughter being frightened, she rushed to help her father but forgot the previous instruction from their parents not to speak.

Fortunately, not many people were paying attention to her voice now. Everyone's eyes were on the man.

Seeing that the man could still get up from the ground, the expressions on some people's faces changed from expectation to disappointment.

The man covered his face, bowed his head, and dared not look at his daughter or his wife's eyes.

Just then, with a sudden 'thud', another person fell to the ground by the roadside.

This time it is an old man.

An elderly man was accompanied by a boy of about thirteen or fourteen, who might have been his grandson.

These days, the old man's body is getting weaker and weaker. He walks tremblingly, and many people have already noticed it.

Up to today, I finally couldn't hold on any longer!

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

The boy pulled hard on the old man's arm, trying to get him up. But the old man's head drooped lower and lower, his eyes closed, and his breathing grew faint.

Suddenly, the boy saw his grandfather's body being shrouded in shadows. He looked up and realized that a circle of people had gathered around him at some point, all staring at his grandfather with wolfish eyes.

“No!”

The young boy was terrified, throwing himself onto his grandfather's body and shaking his head in pleading. "No! Don't eat Grandpa! Grandpa is just asleep! Grandpa isn't dead! Grandpa isn't dead!"

In the pleading voice of a youth.

Someone grabbed the boy's shoulders, and someone else grabbed his legs and pulled him backward with force.

Seeing the young boy tightly clinging to the old man, unwilling to let go, people on both sides knelt down, grabbing hold of the boy's two hands, starting from his thumbs, and one by one, they forced his fingers open, a cracking sound of bones echoing through the air.

At the beginning, only a few people got involved.

The boy's desperate pleas only seemed to attract more.

Most people don't have the guts to get close. They just watch from afar. And with the recent outbreak, the elderly have been especially vulnerable. Their bodies just haven't recovered.

But there are too many people here with hungry eyes.

"This is a chaotic world."

Qin Sang said.

Compared to the scene before me, those hardships people talk about on the Fuchun River seem insignificant.

He took Xiao Wu's hand and walked down the mountain.

A pot was quickly set up by the dirt road and a fire was started.

Someone held the boy down, and someone else realized the water wasn't enough. They remembered there was a spring in the ditch behind them and gathered water bags to fetch more.

Several people worked together frantically to move the elderly man to the edge of the pot, ready to undress him.

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Just as they were busy, suddenly someone said: “He’s just sick, weak in the body, and hasn’t breathed his last yet. May I take a look”

Everyone looked up to see the uninvited guest. Three people stood up and blocked the way, glaring fiercely at Qin Sang.

When they saw Qin Sang's attire, these people's courage immediately dropped by three points.

Nowadays, only ghosts and gods can bring them hope. No one dares to disrespect Taoists, especially Qin Sang who is very courteous.

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The madness in their eyes faded a little, hesitantly parting to let way.

Qin Sang walked to the old man's side, reached out and touched the old man's forehead, took out a black pill the size of a mung bean, and put it into the old man's mouth.

On the earthen road, everyone came to a halt, their eyes converging on the old man.

"Grandpa!"

Even the one who was suppressing the boy withdrew their hand, and finally the boy broke free from his restraints, sobbing as he rushed over.

Only then, after swallowing the dark black pill, the old man's eyelids trembled immediately. His originally faint breath gradually became more noticeable.

Even, on his face as dry as bark, a faint flush appeared.

It seems not only has the illness recovered, but also the qi and blood.

Suddenly, everyone widened their eyes. The young boy was filled with joy, wiping the tears from his face and carefully helping the old man to his feet.

"Cough! Cough!"

The old man coughed violently a few times, then calmed his breath and slowly opened his eyes to see his grandson.

"Badger boy..."

He raised his hand to touch his grandson's face, opened his mouth as if to say something, but suddenly felt a strange discomfort in his body.

The pain in my throat was gone, the hunger pangs in my stomach had disappeared, and the fog in my head lifted. I could lift my arm with a gentle effort.

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Just like after a big meal, you feel full of energy and ready to take on anything.

The old man supported himself with one hand on the ground and stood up in an instant. He even bounced a couple of times, feeling not a bit weak, as if he were dreaming.

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Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes widened.

"Miracle pill!"

"Immortal!"

"Hurry up and worship the gods!"

Everybody went crazy, rushing over from the dirt road and prostrating themselves on the ground, bowing down to Qin Sang.

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"The immortals have come to save us!"

"Saviors, please save us!"

"Help us!"

They shouted with all their might.

The elderly man already knew what had happened to him. He pulled his grandson down and knelt, kowtowing repeatedly.

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"May the gods protect us! May the gods protect us!"

These people were already weak, and upon getting excited, several of them fainted on the spot.

Qin Sang sighed and, looking at the constantly crowded crowd, said: "These pills, I still have a lot on me, you don't need to squeeze."

He glanced at the iron pot beside him, furrowed his brow, kicked it over, and pointed a few times at the crowd. "You guys prop up the pot, and those who still have strength go get water and firewood, as much as possible. We need to boil the elixir, line up in order, everyone has a share."

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Everyone listened to Qin Sang's words and quickly set up rows of stoves. Firewood and water were constantly brought over.

Qin Sang rubbed Xiao Wu's hair, "Xiao Wu, go start a fire."

Xiao Wu nodded and went to build a fire. He didn't use his supernatural powers, but he wasn't flustered either.

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Seeing a little girl in charge of several stoves, everyone felt sorry for her. More importantly, they worried that she might ruin the elixir and that they wouldn't be able to drink the elixir water.

But this was a command from the immortals, and no one dared to speak, silently watching Xiao Wu busily.

The news spread through the fleeing throng, drawing people from both front and rear. They all gathered around the hearth, forming a long queue before it.

That family reacted quickly just now and squeezed to the front of the crowd.

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The wife watched Xiao Wu bustling around the stove, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

Suddenly, he pushed his three daughters forward with force and whispered, "Go help the little fairy."

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Little Wu raised his head and then lowered it again.

Three young girls walked over nervously. Seeing Xiao Wu say nothing, Qin Sang didn't shoo them away. They timidly picked up the firewood on the ground and carefully handed it to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu reached out and took it, adding it to the fire.

Having done this, the three girls became bolder and joined in the work.

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(The End)

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