The work of preventing and treating the Plague Poison was still underway. As time passed, the Tang Sect's reputation gradually grew worse across the continent. It had reached the point where even a ninety-year-old woman would spit out a mouthful of phlegm upon hearing the Tang Sect's name, while Tang San, the sect master, had completely earned the nickname Source of Plague.
By contrast, the worse the reputations of the Tang Sect and Tang San became, the more resounding Ning Bei Medicine God Douluo's name grew. After all, countless people whose lives he had saved had passed the word around, making him a living Bodhisattva.
Within the sect, the tense atmosphere that had lingered for dozens of days gradually faded. Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master, finally wore a long-lost smile.
"Bei Er, there haven't been any outbreaks of the plague across the continent for three days now. It seems we've brought it under control. Even if some Tang Sect Disciples were missed, most of them probably fled into remote mountains and old forests to hide. Even if the poison broke out under those circumstances, it wouldn't be able to spread effectively."
"Mm, that's good."
Ning Bei secretly nodded. Being able to control the rapidly spreading Plague Poison to this extent was already quite impressive. Tang San probably hadn't expected that the plague's losses to the continent would be so slight when he had prepared this move.
Compared with Ning Fengzhi, who was more concerned with the sect's safety and the situation across the continent, Sword and Bone were far more interested in Ning Bei's so-called Self-Created God Position.
Gu Rong was even more impatient as he looked at Ning Bei and asked:
"Bei Er, have you made any progress with that Self-Created Soul Skill of yours?"
Feeling the increasingly heated