Chapter 2592 - 2590: Yang Valley Pass in Turmoil

Chapter 2592: Chapter 2590: Yang Valley Pass in Turmoil

After Song Gongming and his son returned, they called the steward and asked to see the accounts for the past three years.

There was indeed business dealings with Liangshan Island, but it was mostly related to medicinal herbs and silk trade.

Song Gongming instructed the steward to expand business cooperation with Liangshan Island, and begin to engage in other areas of trade as well.

He first had the steward order a batch of light weapons from Liangshan Island to equip the house servants, particularly the Aurora Guns with a shooting range reaching thousands of steps, which were truly awe-inspiring.

Lady Song inquired about their daughter’s situation, and upon hearing the details, she laughed so much her stomach hurt.

She could imagine how the master on Liangshan Island was being driven to headache by their daughter, and felt somewhat apologetic at heart.

At the main peak of Liangshan Island, Long Fei summoned a disciple.

Unlike other disciples, he appeared somewhat dull and wore a plain gray robe.

His slender figure might be mistaken for a poor scholar by those unaware.

Upon seeing Long Fei, the disciple immediately knelt and greeted, "Disciple Pu Yu, pays respects to Master."

Long Fei smiled at him and said, "Rise!"

Pu Yu stood up, cautiously stood aside, and asked, "Master, I do not know why you have summoned this disciple?"

Long Fei asked, "What is your cultivation level now?"

Pu Yu blushed and replied, "Disciple has been stuck at the Unity Realm Stage, unable to make a breakthrough, bringing shame to Master. If not for wasting the longevity resources of the Yin Yang Sect, this disciple might have perished long ago."

He had joined Long Fei when he was on Earth, entering the sect at the same time, and had long broken through to the True Immortal Realm.

Even the third-generation disciples in the sect have surpassed him now.

While at the Human Realm Heavenly Court, he had always been working as a librarian in the Scripture Pavilion, thus was full of scholarly air.

Long Fei comforted him, "Everyone has different talents, and the speed of their cultivation varies. You are a piece of uncut jade, only slow to comprehend. Others might break through in a thousand years, while you may take ten thousand years, perhaps even longer."

Pu Yu responded, "Disciple understands. Disciple already knows my destiny, whether I break through or not makes no difference anymore. Nowadays, living my life accompanied by books is rather carefree."

Long Fei laughed, "For cultivators, it’s just the pursuit of liberation. You’re already liberated, thinking this way puts me at ease."

"Thank you, Master, for your understanding!"

Pu Yu sighed with relief, fearing Long Fei might reprimand him for not being diligent.

At the beginning, he was actually more diligent than anyone else.

But unfortunately, at the Integration Realm Late Stage, he found himself unable to penetrate through illusions, not knowing how exactly to achieve Void Insight.

To him, the world was already real, how to achieve Void Insight? Why Void Insight? He couldn’t figure it out, and now he didn’t want to either.

Long Fei instructed him, "You’ve been an orphan since childhood, born with a thin fate. Because you’re heavily tied by worldly affairs, you can’t make progress in your cultivation. Now, with the great trend approaching, Master intends to send you off the island to cultivate in the secular world. Perhaps confronting reality for some years, your cultivation level might be enlightened."

"Is Master sending me away?"

Pu Yu’s eyes instantly turned red, kneeling on the ground immediately.

Long Fei helped him up, smiling, "Why think like that? Master simply divined your destiny. You’ll encounter great opportunities in the secular world, it’s time to go out and experience. Once this opportunity is fulfilled, you’re free to return to the island anytime."

Pu Yu rose, mind silent for a while, folding his hands respectfully toward Long Fei, "Disciple understands, disciple will follow Master’s orders."

Long Fei nodded, handed him a seven-colored feather fan, and said, "This fan, called ’Seven Birds and Five Fires Fan,’ was refined by Master using the feathers of seven rare birds and beasts. Two feathers are especially notable: one from the Peacock Bright King, and one from the Golden-Winged Great Roc Venerable. With one flutter, it can summon five types of flames for attack. It can also release seven paths of Mysterious Light to strip away others’ magical weapon defenses. Carry it for protection; once you’re off the island, it will serve as a safeguard."

Having accepted the fan with some embarrassment, Pu Yu bowed and thanked Long Fei.

Long Fei advised, "As you’re entering the secular world, you need a worldly name to establish yourself. Once off the island, give yourself a new name and begin your journey anew."

"Disciple understands."

Pu Yu folded his hands and nodded, bidding Long Fei farewell as he descended the mountain.

Upon returning to his dwelling, he packed a few pieces of clothing and left the island without a thing.

These years, immersed in books, he’d accumulated nothing tangible.

Leaving Liangshan Island, Pu Yu’s mind was blank, not knowing what to do.

Long Fei mentioned he should choose a new name; he pondered this, self-mockingly remarking, "Good-for-nothing scholar, after all these years of reading on Liangshan Island, I’ve learned nothing of worth, truly a useless person."

With this thought, he decided to name himself "Wuu Yong."

Finding the surname ’no’ too unfamiliar, upon reflection, he decided to change it to "Wu Yong!"

Although his cultivation progress was slow, he had talent in the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams.

In his youth, he practiced Tai Chi at the Tai Chi Sect.

After meeting Long Fei, he immersed himself in the study of Yin Yang Eight Trigrams, acquiring skills in calculating Yin Yang.

Reflecting on this, he decided to make a living through fortune-telling.

Traveling along, carrying a banner of divination and fate calculation, he wandered in the secular world.

Yang Valley Pass’s city residents had fallen upon hard times recently.

An inexplicable epidemic had struck, with death and illness making the streets seem deserted.

Wu Zhi, face covered with a layer of gauze, led a team of troops patrolling the entire city.

Soldiers were gathering the dead bodies on the street; upon seeing him, they immediately bowed and clasped their hands.

"Exercise caution; these corpses must be covered with quicklime and then buried in the earth!"

Wu Zhi instructed them solemnly, returning to his residence wearing a worried expression.

Within the Commander-in-chief’s Residence, five or six ordinary servants without cultivation had already been infected and fallen.

Wu Zhi had consulted all the city’s physicians to study the peculiar outbreak, but everyone was at a loss.

Desperate, Wu Zhi sent his brother Wu Song to the Capital City to report and seek help from higher authorities, hoping the Emperor might dispatch Imperial Physicians to treat the populace.

Perhaps due to worry, Wu Zhi unexpectedly fell ill the following day, unable to get up.

Lady Pan sent someone to check, discovering his lips turning dark and sweat pouring from his forehead, showing signs of infection.

Pan Jinlian panicked, immediately calling for physicians.

The trembling physician diagnosed his pulse for a long time before reporting to Lady Pan, "Madam, indeed, the General is infected. Immediate isolation is required, and outsiders must be kept away!"

Upon hearing this, Pan Jinlian nearly fainted.

While the city’s populace awaited rescue, her husband, the commander of the entire city, had collapsed.

Outside Yang Valley Pass, a young man led a group of servants on horseback, sneering coldly upon seeing destroyed villages full of corpses, "That Plague Demon Monarch’s methods are truly vicious. I merely instructed him to deal with Wu Zhi, and see what he’s done, exterminated an entire city."