The Immortal Spiritual Picture

An arm cannot twist a thigh.

Moreover, compared with Gu Changhuan, Gu Qingyan's arms are not even strong, but can only be regarded as the weak arms of a newborn baby.

Soon, Gu Changhuan saw many members of the Gu family who were infected with the Wusheng epidemic.

Among them, the highest level of cultivation was only in the Jindan stage, and most of them were foundation-building cultivators.

Although in some ways, this is good news, these low-level cultivators can't last long after being infected with the Wusheng epidemic. For the foundation-building cultivators, they can only live for another three years at most, and there is no medicine or stone to cure them.

Not to mention, among the many people in front of him, there are also some Qi training cultivators.

Although there are no acquaintances among these Gu family cultivators, Gu Changhuan still feels heartbroken when facing so many family members who are infected with the Wusheng epidemic at such a young age.

On the other side, Gu Qingyan and Gu Qingsong stood on one side, and there was also sadness in their eyes.

Gu Changhuan swept his eyes over the crowd and called a junior whose black spots had spread to his neck to his front. The junior, who looked not very good, saluted Gu Changhuan in a proper manner. Although there was tension and excitement in his eyes, there was more lifeless loneliness.

"Junior Gu Fengjing, meet the uncle."

Gu Changhuan waved his hand, and then carefully observed the Wusheng epidemic on his body.

The moment Gu Changhuan's spiritual sense swept over him, fear rose in Gu Fengjing's desolate heart. Under the gaze of the fusion cultivator, all the despair and resentment in his heart seemed to be revealed, as if he was exposed to the sun naked.

Gu Changhuan noticed his discomfort, retracted his spiritual sense and gaze, and pondered slightly.

Even if he advanced to the fusion, the specific manifestations of the Wusheng epidemic observed on people were no different from before. They were just black spots that looked harmless.

I still have no clue!

Gu Changhuan thought of this and turned to look at Gu Qingsong behind Gu Qingyan.

Gu Changhuan still had some impression of Gu Qingsong. He remembered that Gu Qingsong had a single wood spiritual root and practiced the Qinglian Du Nan Zhenjing. Moreover, this child had a gentle temperament and was not good at arguing, but he was very good at cultivating spiritual medicines.

Before, Gu Qingyan had told him that Gu Qingsong had been studying Wushengyi in recent years, and seemed to want to try to cure Wushengyi or find a way to restrain it, but obviously there was no progress at present.

But he knew more about Wushengyi than Gu Changhuan, who had been practicing in seclusion shortly after ascending to the spiritual world.

Seeing his uncle looking at him, Gu Qingsong stepped forward as quickly as possible, then took out the jade slip he had prepared and handed it to Gu Changhuan, and introduced:

"Uncle, this is the information I investigated about Wushengyi;

and the itinerary, surface symptoms, and contact with people before and after these tribesmen were infected with Wushengyi."

He tried to speak faster, but in the ears of Gu Changhuan and others, Gu Qingsong's speaking speed and tone were still slow, which was quite interesting.

Gu Changhuan smiled, waved his hand to collect the jade slip, nodded and praised:

"You did a good job on this, remember to receive the reward.

Besides, do you want anything else?"

The meaning of saying this is to satisfy Gu Qingsong's wish.

Gu Qingyan smiled slightly and looked at Gu Qingsong.

Unexpectedly, after thinking seriously, Gu Qingsong slowly shook his head and bowed his hands and said:

"Uncle, Qingsong doesn't want anything for the time being, everything is good now."

Gu Changhuan read the jade slip he sorted out at a glance, and after reading it, he looked up at this tepid junior and smiled:

"Then come to me if you want anything in the future!"

He said so, but sighed in his heart.

To be fair, the records in Gu Qingsong's jade slip are very detailed, even more than the medical records in his previous life, but after such a detailed investigation, no clues or strange things about the epidemic were found.

It really makes people anxious and confused.

Gu Changhuan glanced at the people of the Gu family who were infected with the Wusheng epidemic.

Most of these younger generations were still very young and had never experienced any ups and downs. They were all frightened when facing the Wusheng epidemic.

Gu Changhuan could clearly see the confusion, fear, and even panic in their eyes, but other than that, the Wusheng epidemic did not seem to have any other effects on them.

Their meridians, flesh, and Dantian Qihai were all intact, as if only their skin color had changed.

But if the Wusheng epidemic was such a simple thing, it would not have easily taken the lives of so many people.

There must be some power that he has not discovered yet.

Gu Changhuan thought so, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Tongxiantu!

After he advanced to the fusion stage, the Tongxiantu could display various spiritual powers and true essences, and maybe it could also show what the origin of the Wusheng epidemic was.

Thinking of this, Gu Changhuan looked at the many Gu family members who were infected with the Wusheng epidemic, pointed at a junior who was in the early stage of foundation building and said:

"He stays here, you guys go out first and wait for a quarter of an hour."

The Gu family member who was pointed at looked around, and after confirming that Gu Changhuan was referring to him, he tilted his head slightly, and then after everyone left, he walked in front of Gu Changhuan and saluted,

"Gu Fengzhi greets the uncle."

Gu Changhuan looked at Gu Fengzhi and nodded slightly. He did not immediately check the black spots of Wusheng epidemic on his body, but asked:

"Are you afraid of death?"

Gu Fengzhi straightened his back, he looked at Gu Changhuan, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, and said:

"Of course I am afraid."

Gu Changhuan smiled and asked:

"But I didn't see any fear in your eyes."

The black spots of the Wushengyi had spread to his chest, but there was no negative emotion in the child's eyes, which was why Gu Changhuan chose him to stay.

Gu Fengzhi blinked, thought about it carefully and said:

"Maybe it's because even if I'm afraid, it can't change the fact that I'm infected with the Wushengyi."

Gu Changhuan nodded, didn't say anything, just waved his sleeves and knocked Gu Fengzhi unconscious.

He didn't want too many people to know the existence of the Tongxiantu.