Treating the Plague

"Now that the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, this is the only way to lure out that demon. The people of Yan'er Valley are in your care."

The clan leader had already begun to consider how to deal with the upcoming great battle.

"Grandpa, don't worry, as long as they have a breath left, I will definitely save them all."

After saying that, Jiang Yan flew towards the valley.

The crowd watched Jiang Yan's departing figure with solemn expressions. It was a great blessing for the Heavenly Fire Tribe tribe to have such a Heavenly Fire Tribe. As long as they, the old folks, were around, they would not let Jiang Yan perish.

Seeing Jiang Yan enter the valley, the clan chief turned to his second son and said, "A-Lie, do you know why your father chose Yan'er to be the future heir of my Heavenly Fire Tribe?"

"I don't know."

Upon hearing this, Second Master Jiang felt extremely displeased. He didn't know what his father meant; was he perhaps trying to give him a warning at this crucial moment?

If that's the case, then Jiang Lie is not someone to be trifled with.

"Because he cares about his people. Your talent and cunning are no less than A-Yan's, but you are too selfish. You only think about your high position and have never thought about what you can bring to the Heavenly Fire Tribe. This is also why I chose A-Yan. If you become the leader of the Heavenly Fire Tribe, the Heavenly Fire Tribe will definitely grow stronger, but it will not be far from being wiped out."

After the chieftain finished speaking, he took out a jade pendant, made a rough hand seal, and a luminous crane flew out of the pendant and flew towards the Heavenly Fire Tribe.

Second Master Jiang never expected his father to say these words to him, but he was still unconvinced. What did it mean that the Heavenly Fire Tribe would be destroyed under his leadership?

If he becomes powerful enough in the future, no tribe will be able to destroy them.

On the other side, after Jiang Yan entered the valley, he was hit by a stench. The entire valley was filled with all kinds of foul smells. His fellow clansmen, dressed in various clothes, lay haphazardly in the valley. Some of them had already fainted, some were still breathing, and others were expressionless, staring at the sky as if their souls had been emptied, looking as if they were waiting for death.

From time to time, slaves could be seen carrying corpses deeper into Maple Leaf Valley.

Jiang Yan's arrival did not attract anyone's attention. After all, anyone who entered this valley, no matter how glorious they were outside, would only face death once inside!

He looked around, then walked to the very center of the valley and said to the slaves who had returned after carrying people, "How many of you are still able to work? All of you, gather here with me."

Upon hearing this, not a single slave in the valley stopped what they were doing and continued with their tasks, like walking corpses.

They naturally noticed that this young master was dressed in extraordinary clothes, and assumed he was some important figure in the Heavenly Fire Tribe. However, they had burned many important figures in recent days, and their fear of such figures had long since vanished.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan didn't say a word, but simply released his aura. At this time, the old tricks of being courteous and respectful were useless; a tough approach was necessary.

Sure enough, the moment he unleashed his aura, the slaves instantly showed signs of fear and unease, kneeling down and repeatedly kowtowing, saying, "We pay our respects to Your Excellency."

Having survived to this day, they naturally possessed some discernment. The terrifying aura emanating from the person before them was in no way inferior to that of the generals in the city. In their view, such an important figure could not possibly be infected with the plague; his presence here must be to announce new orders.

"I don't like repeating the same thing twice. You know what to do, right?" Jiang Yan coldly swept his gaze over all the slaves present.

"We are ready to obey your orders, sir."

An older slave spoke first, and then the other slaves echoed him.

Jiang Yan calmly issued his orders. "First, fill all the water containers you have been using these past few days with water and bring them here to boil. Later, I will give each of you a bowl of medicinal water. Once you drink the medicinal water, you will no longer be infected with the plague."

Upon hearing this, the slaves present showed excitement. They had come prepared to die, and in recent days, countless of their companions had died from illness. Originally there were more than 500, but now only about 100 remained.

Now, a prominent figure from the tribe has told them that they don't have to die and can even live, which is incredibly good news for them.

The older slave continued, "Sir, you're not lying to us, are you?"

Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Why would I lie to you? If you do as I say, not only will you live, but you will also be granted commoner status. Let's begin."

"We will obey your command, young master."

After the slaves responded, the look of despair in their eyes vanished instantly, replaced by the light of life.

Who would willingly die if they could live, especially with the added reward?

Jiang Yan took out a futon from his storage bag, placed it on the ground, sat cross-legged, activated his Divine Physique, and then divine light enveloped the entire Red Maple Valley.

Wherever the divine light reached, the black smoke, barely perceptible to the naked eye, was dispelled, and the souls of the dead floating in the sky were released at that moment.

Outside the valley, the clan leader and his group looked at the divine light, their gazes falling on Jiang Yan. After using their divine senses to investigate and discovering the changes in the valley, joy appeared on their faces.

The second priest said, "Brother, the divine light of A-Yan has indeed had a restraining effect on those plagues."

"Divine Light?"

Upon hearing these two words, Second Master Jiang's face immediately showed astonishment. He had also gone to the Fire God Tribe to cultivate in his early years, so he had naturally heard of divine light. That was something unique to the Shaman God. Unless it was bestowed by the Shaman God, it was impossible for a junior to have divine light on him.

The second priest looked at his nephew and said calmly, "A-Lie, now you know the difference between yourself and Yan'er, right? He can release divine light, which means he has received the inheritance of the Shaman God. In the future, he will at least become a Great Shaman or even Shaman God. If you turn back now, A-Yan will definitely be able to forgive you."

Second Master Jiang subconsciously took a step back, muttering, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. If he had obtained the inheritance of the Shaman God, why would he come back to compete with me for the position of clan leader? He must have stolen the authority of the Martial God to emit divine light. You absolutely cannot believe him."

"Shut up!"

The clan chief interrupted Second Master Jiang, saying that he couldn't let his son continue, or the boy might cause some serious trouble.

Meanwhile, in the valley, after being enveloped by divine light, the slaves immediately felt their fatigue and weakness vanish instantly.

A slave cried out, "The plague in my palm has stopped spreading!"

As soon as one person shouted, the others followed suit.

"Mine hasn't spread either, we're really saved!"

"Quiet!"

The older slave interrupted the screams of the other slaves, "Now is not the time to be happy. Let's carry out that master's orders."

Upon hearing this, the slaves rushed to fetch water, and half an hour later, they had boiled several buckets of water and set them aside to cool.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan poured out a few pills from the porcelain bottle and flicked them into the wooden buckets. He then said, "Each of you should drink a bowl of this medicine first, and then give it to the surviving people in the valley twice a day. If you run out, boil more water. After you drink this medicine, the plague will no longer affect you."

"Yes, sir."

Following Jiang Yan's instructions, the slaves began to work methodically. Half an hour later, the thousands of people still alive in the valley were all given the drug.

Jiang Yan then used his divine sense to scan the remaining survivors one by one, observing their symptoms after taking the medicine. With the blessing of the divine light and the treatment of the medicine, the symptoms of these people were being alleviated.

It seems my previous idea was correct. There's no need to give each person half a pill at once. While that would allow the patients to recover quickly, it would also consume a lot of energy, and my supply of pills wouldn't be enough. Now, I just need to see if these patients can fully recover within a few days. That way, I can strictly control the dosage and allocate spiritual energy.

Time passed day by day.

Three days later, Jiang Yan had cured most of the plague in the valley. The only ones who were not cured were the clansmen who were sent into the valley in the following days.

The chieftain and his entourage were overjoyed to see this; their Heavenly Fire Tribe had finally overcome this hurdle.

Second Master Jiang was completely stunned by what he saw; this time, he had lost completely.

Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his tribesmen recover. Now, all they had to do was confront the mastermind behind it all. If the mastermind wasn't dealt with, the plague in their tribe could never be completely eradicated...