Wang Wen's perception of energy was correct.
The oppressive power of the oath had barely disappeared when, unsurprisingly, the plague returned.
And it shows an unstoppable trend of spreading like wildfire.
The essence of suppression is to eliminate the activity of pathogens as much as possible at the lowest cost.
This approach is far less costly than generating antibiotics or immunity out of thin air within the body, not to mention compared to forcibly killing germs.
Only when the cost is low enough can a scale of millions become possible.
But this is only a temporary solution, not a cure.
The "dormant" germs simply spread less aggressively; they haven't disappeared.
Once the suppression ends, the pathogens will reactivate.
Just like right now.
Neighboring prefectures were all appealing to the capital for help; the situation could only be described as Yan Jun.
The young man panicked and looked helplessly at Wang Wen.
Wang Wen looked at the overall progress displayed on the aircraft, and then saw that it was already Friday morning.
She pursed her lips and nodded.
Swearing using an incomplete "entry".
Without activating [ Unity with Heaven and Man ], the energy within his body surged out, fulfilling the vow at an even faster rate than [ Unity with Heaven and Man ].
After all, this is a direct supply of energy within the body.
With one less conversion step, the speed is naturally faster.
He attempted to destroy the key breeding sites inside various plague pathogens using minimal energy.
An attempt was made to address the root cause of the epidemic's spread.
As the energy level continued to drop from 8000% to 1000%, the rate of negative growth in the overall progress of the spacecraft showed almost no improvement.
This proves that the most important factor now is no longer the contagiousness of the plague.
Rather, it's the lethality of existing symptoms.
Wang Wen then vowed to destroy the key points inside the plague bacteria that allow it to survive, using minimal energy.
They're trying to use wordplay to indirectly eliminate the germs.
But the Scepter wasn't joking with him at all.
Through energy perception, Wang Wen discovered that it takes almost one percent of the energy to launch an attack on pathogens within a person's body.
The cost is almost the same as that of bringing someone back from the dead.
Burning 500% of its energy to "cure" only a few hundred people is negligible in the face of a million-person scale.
He stopped making his vow.
I sensed that the energy from the previous oath, which was meant to disrupt the reproduction of pathogens, was dissipating in batches.
Energy does not disappear into thin air.
Unless Wang Wen actively withdraws, or the target of the attack disappears or dies.
The target of energy is pathogens, and pathogens do not simply disappear or die out of thin air.
Unless its host is dead.
Combined with the progress of the spacecraft, Wang Wen could basically determine the number of deaths during this period based on the amount of energy dissipated.
The progress of the level has rebounded from negative 7,000 to over negative 8,000.
This means that in a short period of time since the resurgence of the plague, the death toll has reached tens of thousands.
Wang Wen pursed her lips and frowned.
He silently shook his head at the expectant young man.
The young man's face turned pale instantly.
The people around them understood the meaning behind the silent conversation between the two.
The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point.
Xue Chong, gripping the gun, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
He strained to look into the distance, as if he could see those lives struggling and dying in agony under the plague.
Thinking of the immortal followers he had just promised to protect, who were now dying one by one, he couldn't help but sigh in sorrow.
The plague is a natural disaster, not a man-made one; magical weapons cannot defeat it.
He could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded, powerless to stop it.
People in this world are not so indifferent and numb; they feel a deeper sorrow and grief for the deaths of their compatriots.
Thinking of the fragile and helpless lives under the pandemic, and feeling utterly powerless to help.
Most of the people present had tears in their eyes.
A sphere made of plants flew rapidly from the horizon.
It landed steadily next to Wang Wen and bloomed, then Zhu Xingguo and the others walked out.
Seeing the hopeful look in the young man's eyes, Zhu Xingguo shook his head and said to Wang Wen with a solemn expression, "Master, medicine is ineffective. People are falling down like doors in droves; we can't control it."
The young emperor's eyes dimmed once again.
Cheng Queyi in the tower for a short time and still possessed the soft-heartedness and sentimentality of a woman. With red eyes, she softly recounted what she had seen and heard.
She said.
Some doctors worked tirelessly day and night to prepare medicine and treat patients, eventually collapsing from exhaustion.
Seeing that the plague was spreading and there was no hope of cure, some patients gathered together and moved out of the city to live in the surrounding villages. They sealed off the entrances and exits, refusing to open the doors no matter how much outsiders shouted or banged on them, preferring to wait for death rather than let the plague spread from them to others.
A state official dispersed the crowd and, all by himself, spent a great deal of time and effort moving all the corpses of those who had died of disease in the city to a deep pit dug outside the city and setting it on fire. When the fire got too high, he looked back at the city wall and jumped in himself, too late to save him.
She couldn't continue speaking, and covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
The young emperor, his face ashen, mounted his horse and turned to leave.
Wang Wen called out to him, "Where are you going?"
The young man, head bowed, said in a low voice, "After the famine came a plague, and the people have suffered for years. I want to do something for them."
"Stop making things worse, okay? What can you do? Don't end up getting infected yourself and causing even more trouble!" Wang Wen said truthfully, frowning.
The young man turned around, his eyes red-rimmed. "I will urge the imperial physicians to prepare medicines until they rest, and I will too. I will provide the people with more clothes and food; if they don't have enough cloth, I will use my own robes. I will distribute all the ginseng and other precious items in the palace to the sick to prolong their lives. If all else fails, I will visit every temple and mountain gate in the land to pray for the people. There is always something I can do!"
The people around them grew increasingly alarmed as they listened.
In the end, they all collapsed, urging the emperor to take care of his health and not to act rashly.
Wang Wen's heart had already been touched by this world.
Hearing the young man's impulsive words, fueled by fervor, he couldn't help but shout, "Where were you all this time? For years, there were famines, and even when you were a prince, the starving people outside your door were eating dirt, and you weren't this passionate! What makes you think you can put on this act of being so devoted to the people?"
The youth remained silent.
The middle-aged martial arts master beside him was starting to feel the strain.
She whispered to Wang Wen about what they had been through.
The middle-aged man said that the young people have always cared about the people.
Unfortunately, they hid in Qie City to avoid suspicion.
They were already lacking food and clothing.
Nevertheless, the young prince, who was still a prince at the time, decided to share his stored grain to provide porridge and save lives after seeing the people's plight.
However, the disaster was too severe and there were too many victims, so people from the surrounding areas who heard the news rushed over all at once.
One family's grain cannot feed a hundred families.
If it weren't for the fierce defense by their personal guards, they might have already perished in the looting by the rioters.
After that, they never dared to openly distribute grain to save the people again, and only dared to occasionally throw some grain into the people's houses at night.
It is no exaggeration to say that during the time they stayed in Qie City, the number of people who died of starvation in the city was the lowest among the surrounding prefectures.
Unfortunately, the title of "Prince" is neither a small nor a big one.
It is clearly naive to think that one can support the entire city on one's own.
Gradually, the food reserves ran out.
The memorials requesting grain from the imperial palace were always rejected on the grounds of famine.
Helpless, they secretly sent people to intercept the food tribute from the Southern Kingdom, but ultimately they still couldn't supply the entire city's needs.
This is how the people gradually dispersed.
However, every time the royal stipend arrived, they would still find a way to distribute a portion to aid the disaster victims.
That's why there were so many people stranded in Qie City.
Over the years, people have surely known that famine is raging everywhere, and it's all the same no matter where you flee. It's better to stay in Qie City, where a "knight-errant" might secretly throw some grain into your house to keep you alive.