The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

In the prosperous city of Luoyang, there was an unknown period of time when there was a group of unremarkable patients.

In this day and age, the people were rich, but only in clothing and food. There were no other aspects to it.

Doctors were always an indispensable occupation, and the doctors in Luoyang City found an epidemic situation that they did not pay much attention to at the beginning. Slowly, the epidemic situation became more and more intense, and had developed into an uncontrollable trend.

There were more and more patients. The key point was that there was no cure. This was an unheard-of disease.

The epidemic situation only spread among the people, the influential nobles had long been isolated from the sick, hiding in their manors and refusing to go out.

However, this wasn't a foolproof plan. After eating all the food, they would have to send their underlings out to purchase some, right? As for the servants who went out to purchase items, they would not be infected. For a moment, the entire Luo Yang fell into a state of panic.

Those who were not sick hid at home, locked their doors, and had no labor. Those who were sick lined up in the front rows of the medical centers.

Not all the infirmary doors were open to treat patients, because these patients could not be treated. Those who could open the doors to receive patients were all truly kind people.

At the door of the He family clinic, the long line of patients lacked vitality. Every patient was dispirited and lifeless. Only when they saw Fairy Xiaoyun could they muster up their spirits.

The bustling streets had become deserted and devoid of pedestrians. Occasionally, there would be one who would cover his mouth as he scurried by.

"Fairy Xiaoyun, is it possible that I can't?"

A twenty-something year old man with a face full of pus and sores had a hopeful look in his eyes. He wanted to hear hope from this beautiful fairy in front of him.

She Xiaoyun didn't know how to reply to this young man in front of him. She had recently become an immortal, but even so, she found that her magic power was useless.

Looking at the suffering of the common people, She Xiaoyun felt sad and somewhat remorseful. She had already become an immortal, yet she was unable to alleviate the suffering of the common people. What was the point of becoming an immortal?

"Fairy, say something!"

Seeing She Xiaoyun remain silent for a long time, the man was somewhat anxious. His voice turned stern, and there was even a hint of insanity in his voice.

She Xiaoyun raised her head to look at the man, then looked at the long queue behind him. With a sigh, she turned around to pack the medicine. She did not have the ability to treat these patients, so she could only temporarily suppress them.

The young man suddenly stood up and shouted crazily, "I can't die! There's only one child in my family, I'm over 60 years old. Who can support me if I die?" I haven't even touched a woman's hand since I was born. Doctor He, I beg you, please save me! "

The man screamed at first, then began to wail and wail. Finally, he lowered his head, and his eyes were filled with despair.

"Doctor He, you have great medical skills. You can't ignore us!"

The patients behind the man began to speak, and despair quietly spread through the crowd.

He Xiaoyun turned around silently, not daring to face the crowd.

At this moment, Iron Crutch Li and Han Zhongli hurried over to the He clinic. Before anyone could arrive, their voices had already reached them. "Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, come with us. Lü Dongbin has been possessed!"

The two of them walked into the infirmary, pushed through the line of patients, and charged inside.

"Hey, who are you? Didn't you see that Doctor He is currently treating everyone?

The patients glared at Iron Crutch Li and Han Zhongli as they rushed inside. One of them, a young and robust man, grabbed Han Zhongli by the shoulders.

"Hmph, a bunch of commoners. Don't interfere with our business!" Han Zhongli snorted coldly and waved his fan, sending out rays of light that swept away the patients surrounding him.

Han Zhongli and Iron Crutch Li were immortals, so it was impossible for them to fear contagion. They were only a group of lowly mortals, so how could they get too close?

"An immortal has descended to the mortal world!"

"We're saved! The Heavens have opened their eyes and sent an immortal to save us!"

"Immortals, please save us …"

Seeing Han Zhongli send the patient flying, the other patients were not angry, but overjoyed. They treated Iron Crutch and Li Jun as their saviors.

Only He Xiaoyun slightly frowned. In her eyes, mortals were not as lowly as ants, because she was also a mortal before, and her mother was also a mortal.

These patients were not mistaken, Iron Crutch Li and the others were indeed their saviors.

This kind of extended illness couldn't even be cured with magic power. Of course, it depended on the caster's cultivation. At least, She Xiaoyun couldn't save him. Only a medicinal herb grown on Penglai Island in the East China Sea could be treated. Only when the Eight Immortals returned to their position in Penglai Island and retrieved their medicinal plants could the citizens be saved.

However, the commoners would never know that their illness was originally spread through the human world by the gods who controlled the plague in the heavens.

This was a pitiful group of people. They treated deities as saviors, but the deities that cured them were the main culprits that caused their illness.

"Everyone, don't worry. We have seen all of your suffering. We, the Eight Immortals, have descended to the mortal realm to save everyone." I am making a promise here that I will definitely go to the East China Sea to gather divine medicine to treat everyone's illness. Now, everyone can go back and wait in peace.

Iron Crutch Li raised his walking stick. His body was radiating light, and he had a holy expression on his face. His voice was clearly heard by everyone present.

The patient naturally did not doubt the deity, thanked him profusely, and left. Very quickly, the news of eight Immortals descending from the heavens to save the people of the world spread throughout the entire Luo Yang City. Those who were ill had hope, and word of mouth had spread.

When all the patients had left, She Xiaoyun asked with a frown, "What did you just say about Lü Dongbin?"

"Alas, Lü Dongbin has fallen into an enchantment!" It just so happened that we bumped into that demon, White Peony, and was about to bring him back.

Han Zhongli sighed, his expression somewhat gloomy.

"How did Dongbin get bewitched when he was perfectly fine?"

She Xiaoyun was a little surprised. She had known Lü Dongbin for a long time, and her impression of him had always been of being a natural and unrestrained Heroic Assassin. Now that she heard that Lü Dongbin had been possessed, she didn't believe it. But since the Eight Immortals were one, there was no need for Iron Crutch Li and Han Zhongli to lie to him.

"It's still not White Peony, that monster! Before, Dongbin had begged us to help him become an immortal, but before the time came, we couldn't restore his magic power. To our surprise, he couldn't wait any longer. In the end, the evil that he, Lu Dongbin, has done, is something that we, the Eight Immortals, must shoulder together. If we had known earlier, we wouldn't have been able to cause so much trouble by killing that monster, White Peony! "

Iron Crutch Li leaned on the cold glowing steel crutch, a cold light flickering in his eyes. Right now, the people's situation was getting worse and worse. The Eight Immortals returned to their position, and they had to move to Penglai. There was no way they could delay this any longer.

"Then let's hurry and find Dongbin and persuade him to turn around and not do any more bad things."

He Xiaoyun stood up anxiously and was about to leave.

"No. We can't go find Lu Dongbin right now. If he's with the Flower Dragon, there's no use in going." The Eight Immortals haven't returned to their position, we are no match for the Flower Dragon. The plan right now is to quickly find the next Eight Immortals so that we all have a better chance of winning. "

Han Zhongli waved his fan as he stood in front of He Xiaoyun with his belly full of oil, speaking out his and Iron Crutch Li's plans.

"But we just let Dongbin do as he pleases. Are we just going to sit back and do nothing?"

She Xiaoyun still couldn't agree with Iron Crutch Li and Han Zhongli's actions, so she began to hesitate.