Envoys of the Gods

Pan Dehai appeared in mid-air and delivered several hundred kilograms of prepared medicine to Li Banfeng.

With so many medicinal herbs, how can we prepare the decoction?

Pan Dehai's plan was quite thorough; he sent Li Banfeng a huge iron pot, the size of which was comparable to a farmhouse.

Firewood was placed under the iron pot, and water was placed inside. Pan Dehai looked at Li Banfeng, indicating that he wanted something else.

He didn't speak, fearing that if he opened his mouth, he would contract Green Flower's pustules.

Why would a dead soul be afraid of contracting a disease?

But on second thought, it makes sense.

Pan Dehai has flesh and blood, very special flesh and blood, enough for Li Banfeng's family to eat for a long time.

The presence of flesh and blood proves that he is not an ordinary ghost. As for where the flesh and blood came from, Li Banfeng couldn't figure it out either.

Are all Local Earth God actually flesh-and-blood ghosts?

After a moment's thought, Li Banfeng turned to Cui Tike and asked, "What else do you need?"

The sudden appearance of so many objects terrified Cui Tike. He knew that Li Banfeng was negotiating with a high-ranking figure, but he couldn't sense the figure's location at all.

Cui Tike dared not look directly at him, but seeing Li Banfeng's attitude of having no respect, he felt even more that this man was insanely irrational.

Li Banfeng urged, "I'm asking you a question. What else do you need?"

Cui Tike answered cautiously, "When I use my techniques, I become extremely vulnerable and need someone to look after me and protect me."

He needs protection.

Li Banfeng looked at Pan Dehai in mid-air, hoping that he would show himself. After all, this was his territory, and protecting Cui Tike should be his duty.

Pan Dehai, leaning on his cane, quickly left into the night, leaving behind layers of mist, like smoke and dust.

Li Banfeng sighed softly, poured some wine onto the firewood, started a fire, and put the prepared medicines into the pot one basket at a time.

Cui Tike also came to help, and seeing him covered in sores, Li Banfeng felt itchy all over.

The wind is strong tonight. After the water boiled, the aroma of medicine wafted everywhere, attracting mosquitoes from dozens of miles around.

The two were covered by a dense swarm of mosquitoes, and even though they were less than five meters apart, they couldn't see each other at all.

Cui Tike looked up and then shook his head, saying, "The quantity is still not enough. We may have to change locations tomorrow."

"Give it a try."

Cui Tike sat silently beside the soup pot, the pus on his body began to seep out rapidly, until his entire body was covered with a layer of green pus, making him look like a green glass statue.

He wasn't lying; he was extremely vulnerable at that moment, and Li Banfeng could kill him without any effort.

Mosquitoes hovered around the soup pot. Many mosquitoes died, and a few survived, but the surviving mosquitoes did not approach Cui Tike.

"I'm a little cold, could you please get some medicinal soup and sprinkle it on me?" Cui Tike couldn't resist making a joke, hoping to attract mosquitoes to him.

Li Banfeng scooped up a spoonful of soup and asked, "This is boiling water, can you handle it?"

"I have a fever, so I shouldn't be afraid of getting burned."

Li Banfeng poured the boiling soup over Cui Tike, and whether it was cold or hot, Cui Tike shivered.

The soup slowly cooled on his body, attracting mosquitoes that hovered around him.

Having seen dragonflies skim the water, this was the first time Li Banfeng had ever seen a mosquito skim the water.

Many mosquitoes will fly away immediately after touching the Cui Tike, but some mosquitoes, oblivious to their fate, will stick to the pus.

Li Banfeng asked, "Is there a virus in the pus that you want to spread?"

Cui Tike nodded.

"Why don't you collect the pus and make poison? Why do you have to attract mosquitoes with yourself?"

"My fellow disciple used a virus he created to make poison bait, but it was limited to one type of virus. His cultivation level is higher than mine, but that's all he could do."

I need to mix several viruses together and spread them. Although I possess the power of my ancestor, I can only use it within a limited scope. Under these circumstances, I have no way to remove the pathogens from my body.

Two hours later, Cui Tike was exhausted, and the pus on his body gradually receded, turning back into plump sores.

Sitting in the dark farmland, Cui Tike could vaguely see lights in the distance.

Only on this special day, at this late hour, will there still be lights on.

"New Year's Day, tonight is New Year's Day," Cui Tike said with a bitter smile. "I don't know how much longer I have to live. If we fail, the Peddler won't save me."

This might be my last New Year, and I'm spending it with you in a place like this.

Li Banfeng spat, "You think I want to spend the New Year with you? Your country's New Year isn't today, is it?"

Cui Tike shook his head. "It doesn't matter anymore. I Pro State, and I'm probably destined to stay in Pro State."

"Put the fire out. I need to sleep for a while. We'll continue tomorrow."

After putting out the fire, Li Banfeng said to Cui Tike, "I also need to find a place to sleep for a while. I'm afraid I can't keep looking after you."

He had to return to his Portable Abode.

This is not only necessary for his spiritual practice, but he also needs to strengthen his body's resistance, otherwise he may also be infected by the pathogen of the Green Flower.

Cui Tike shook his head and said, "I'm not that fragile now. As long as I don't encounter a formidable opponent, I should be fine."

Li Banfeng walked to a secluded spot and entered Portable Abode.

He came out again shortly afterward.

He gave Cui Tike a blanket and some canned food.

Seeing that Cui Tike was still shivering in the cold wind, he poured a bowl of wine into Cui Tike's broken begging bowl.

"It's Chinese New Year."

The New Year should be celebrated in a way that resembles the New Year.

Li Banfeng left carrying his Wine Gourd.

Cui Tike picked up the broken bowl and took a big gulp.

As his body gradually warmed up, Cui Tike exclaimed, "It's delicious!"

He wanted to drink the wine all at once, but after thinking about it, he left a sip.

"It's New Year's, have a sip too," he murmured to the wine bowl.

The next morning at dawn, Li Banfeng lit a fire, boiled some medicinal soup, and continued to attract mosquitoes.

They persevered intermittently until dusk, when no more mosquitoes appeared nearby. Cui Tike looked at Li Banfeng and said, "It's time to move on."

Li Banfeng looked up at the sky and said, "It's time to move to another place."

With such a large pot and so much medicine, Li Banfeng couldn't carry it with him; he needed Pan Dehai's help.

Pan Dehai's voice could be faintly heard from mid-air. "We don't need the stuff anymore. I'll go pick a good place and bring you new things when you arrive."

Pan Dehai realized that Cui Tike's method was indeed effective.

But this did not change his aversion to Cui Tike.

He no longer wanted anything that Cui Tike had touched.

Before long, Pan Dehai appeared in mid-air and gave Li Banfeng a map of Sea Eat Ridge.

This map shows the areas with the highest concentration of mosquitoes.

Li Banfeng looked at Cui Tike and said, "Let's go, it's time to set off."

"I can't walk anymore, it's too exhausting. Could you carry me? Although it might be a bit much for you." Cui Tike looked at himself covered in pus and smiled awkwardly.

Li Banfeng carried him on his back and hurried along against the wind and snow.

Cui Tike murmured in the wind, "In my country, there is a story that the gods sent their messengers to save the suffering. I always thought it wasn't true, but now it seems that we may be the messengers of the gods."

Li Banfeng gave a wry smile, "Don't make yourself sound so noble. You didn't do it voluntarily."

"But you did it voluntarily. I might die tonight. Can you tell me why you're staying at Sea Eat Ridge?"

Li Banfeng paused for a moment and then said, "Because I've experienced hunger."

Cui Tike agreed with Li Banfeng's statement, "I have also experienced hunger. I know what it feels like. My brother and I contracted a strange disease when we were young, and our bodies were covered with blisters. The people in the village hated us. They would steal our food and beat us. We often went hungry."

Li Banfeng asked, "Where's your brother?"

"He died, he starved to death. On the night he died, I hoped that a messenger of God would appear, but I didn't see one, so I've always thought that story was false."

"I'll give you an extra can of food and an extra bowl of wine tonight, so you can drink with your brother."

Cui Tike laughed, "Will he even be able to drink it?"

Li Banfeng nodded seriously. "Yes."

Amidst the wind and snow, Li Banfeng carried Cui Tike on his back and hurried along the way.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Niu Fuzhi patrolled the village entrance.

I haven't seen a mosquito for two whole days.

Did Seventh Master kill all the mosquitoes?

What did that Seventh Master look like? I can't remember.

There was another benefactor who brought us medicine, but I can't remember who it was.

What's wrong with my memory?

Isn't this ungrateful?

Farming Cultivator Niu Jingchuan arrived at Potsticker Village, he left some Fast Crop Seeds for the Village Chief: "These seeds can only be planted for a maximum of three crops; you mustn't plant more than that!"

The Village Chief thanked Xiang Jichun profusely, saying, "What can I say? How can I ever repay such a kindness?"

"What favor have I done for you!" Niu Jingchuan waved his hand and said, "This is Seventh Master's order. He told me to see which other villages have people who can come and deliver some seeds. Please accept them quickly."

"Seventh Master..." Xiang Jichun then remembered Li Banfeng, who was cleaning up pests in their village. "Where did Seventh Master go? Is he in your Pancake Village?"

Niu Jingchuan scratched his head and said, "I don't know where he went either. To be honest, I can't even remember what he looks like."

"I can't remember either. A benefactor gave us medicine before, but I can't recall who it was," Xiang Jichun scratched his head. "How can we be like this? We can't even remember our benefactors?"

Deep within the new land, in a cave, a huge, strange creature was striking the rocks inside the cave with its hard forelimbs.

His head resembled a locust, but his torso lacked the locust's armor and writhed on the ground like a rat-tailed maggot.

His back was covered with downy hair, interspersed with hundreds of tentacles that swayed back and forth.

Beneath him flows the "Iron Wire River," and this is the end of the "Iron Wire River."

The Iron Wire Worm in the river burrowed in and out of his body, conveying messages to him.

The mosquitoes he painstakingly bred have completely disappeared in Pro State.

He was furious, and the forelimbs that grew from his writhing body kept smashing the rocks in the cave to pieces.

They could also create another type of insect, an insect even more terrifying than mosquitoes.

But this will take time!

They won't give him much time!

As the giant worm was planning its next move, it suddenly heard a chilling sound.

Clang, clang.

It's Peddler's Pellet Drum.

He heard the Peddler's whispers.

"I knew it was you a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to have changed the course of the Iron Wire River and added several underground rivers in between. I've had a really hard time finding you all this way."

Tell me, who gave you permission to do this? From Outer State or from within Inner State?

Clang, clang.

As the Pellet Drum approached, the enormous insect roared, "Come on, they gave me strength, I'm not afraid of you!"

"Really? I'd really like to see for myself." The Peddler pushed his cart with one hand, shook his Pellet Drum, and entered the cave.

PS: It's a good thing Ban Feng didn't run along the river, otherwise he would have encountered this big bug.

On the first day of the new year, Salad an extra update. Thank you all for your support throughout the year.