Virus Bomb
Diarrhea? How is that possible?
After hearing Xuanxuanzi's description, the eight elders looked at each other, completely bewildered.
A cultivator getting diarrhea? Are you kidding me?
Are we old folks just hallucinating because we've lived too long?
Or is the world changing too fast for us to keep up with?
Feeling the gazes of the eight Supreme Elders, Xuanxuanzi could only nod with a wry smile.
"That's absolutely right! The entire outer sect is in complete chaos; not a single outer sect disciple has escaped unscathed!"
"Have you sent someone to investigate?"
Xuanxuanzi nodded. "The Third Elder went to check on the situation!"
"How?"
"He got infected too!"
"What?"
How is that possible?
"He's a dignified cultivator Tribulation Transcendence!"
These elders were now completely unsettled.
The outer disciples are alright, since their cultivation level is not high.
Although the entire outer sect experienced the same situation, it did not have a significant impact on the sect.
Even if the cause of all this is still unclear, with these eight Loose Immortal in charge, no matter how difficult the situation is, it is nothing to them.
But who is the Third Elder?
The Third Elder is the number one alchemist in the Clear Wind Pavilion, and his alchemy skills are renowned throughout the entire Blazing Sun Immortal Kingdom.
This renowned alchemist developed the same ailments as the outer sect disciples after merely visiting the outer sect.
The elders could no longer remain seated and rose one after another, flying towards the outer gate.
Even those Tribulation Transcendence cannot escape their fate; could the next one be Loose Immortal?
A gloomy atmosphere was quietly descending upon the hearts of the eight Supreme Elders.
At the same time, the same situation began to appear in the inner gates of the Clear Wind Pavilion.
One by one, the inner disciple began to feel pain in their abdomens.
Those with high cultivation levels can forcibly suppress these symptoms using their cultivation, but the expressions on their faces are not very good.
Suppressing the pain wasn't a solution; the abdominal pain persisted, disturbing their peace of mind and making it impossible for them to enter a meditative state and continue their cultivation.
Those whose cultivation level is insufficient are out of luck!
It can't be suppressed.
Fortunately, news of the situation at the outer gate had already reached the inner gate.
With the experience of the outer disciples, these inner disciple didn't need to figure things out on their own.
One by one, they dutifully prepared their utensils and began to relieve themselves in their own homes.
Many inner disciple who had not yet shown symptoms also prepared utensils in their rooms, just in case!
In an instant, the entire Clear Wind Pavilion was enveloped in a foul stench.
The disciple whom Xuanxuanzi had sent to find the doctor soon returned to the mountain gate.
Behind him followed a dozen or so elderly men carrying medicine boxes. Each of them had white hair and a youthful face, clearly skilled in health preservation.
These are all renowned miracle doctors from nearby cities.
At first, these old men were overjoyed to learn that it was a celestial master from a sect who wanted to see them.
For ordinary people like them, the immortal sects were an unattainable existence.
Even the chance to enter the immortal sect and become a menial servant is a blessing they could never attain in several lifetimes.
And now, the immortal master actually needs their help—what an incredible fortuitous opportunity!
Once the immortal master is satisfied, even if one cannot stay in the immortal sect to seek immortality and Longevity, one can still achieve this goal.
One could ask a celestial master for elixirs, and prolonging life would certainly not be difficult.
Don't be fooled by the fact that these old men all have white hair and youthful faces; the youngest of them is over ninety.
But who would complain about living too long? Since they've already lived to be nearly a hundred, they wouldn't mind living another hundred.
However, when the Clear Wind Pavilion disciple arrived at the sect with more than a dozen old men, the old men were completely dumbfounded.
This place of cultivation for immortals does indeed look magnificent, shrouded in celestial mist, resembling a true fairyland.
But what's with that faint stench in the air?
Is this the smell that would appear in a celestial realm?
Seeing that the immortal master who brought them here had no reaction, they didn't say much and could only endure it.
Soon, a dozen or so ordinary doctors were brought before Xuanxuanzi.
Compared to the disciple who brought them here before, Xuanxuanzi's aura was many times stronger.
Even though he had tried his best to restrain himself, the old men still stood there trembling.
"Sect Master! These are all renowned healers from nearby mortal cities!"
"Yes, Fang Yuan, come in!"
As soon as Xuanxuanzi spoke, a pale-faced young man pushed open the door and entered.
Upon closer inspection, the disciple's face was covered in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
At the same time, a pained expression would appear on his face from time to time. Whenever this happened, the old man behind him would step forward and put his hand on his shoulder, which would alleviate the pain on his face.
The eight elders of the Clear Wind Pavilion also checked on the situation of the sect's disciples not long ago.
The good news is that the disciples' symptoms were only diarrhea, with no other symptoms, and it would not affect their cultivation in any way.
The bad news was that the eight of them were at a loss.
Fortunately, none of the eight of them experienced the same situation as the three elders before them.
In other words, these symptoms will not affect the Loose Immortal!
Upon learning that the eight sages were helpless, Xuanxuanzi had no choice but to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.
Let these ordinary doctors we invited try it out first.
Xuanxuanzi pointed at Fang Yuan who had entered and addressed the dozen or so physicians, saying, "I need you to diagnose him. If you can cure him, Original Self will grant you a chance to enter my immortal sect!"
Upon hearing this, the dozen or so doctors who had been trembling with fear were suddenly jolted.
Entering the Immortal Gate! This is something that countless people wouldn't even dare to dream of, yet it's now right before their eyes.
How could they not be tempted?
Although some were curious, why would a dignified immortal master have these mortal doctors treat his patients?
But with the immortal sects ahead, they couldn't care less about anything else.
A dozen or so doctors surrounded Fang Yuan and began examining him with their diagnostic methods: observation, listening, questioning, and palpation.
Diarrhea!
Still diarrhea!
Still diarrhea!
The diagnoses of the dozen or so doctors were surprisingly consistent.
How could a dignified immortal master experience diarrhea?
The dozen or so old men could hardly believe what was happening in front of them. One of them, out of a sense of responsibility, even went to examine the immortal master's excrement.
But the final conclusion was still the same: diarrhea!
Although this conclusion was indeed absurd, they had no choice but to reveal it under the watchful eyes of a group of immortal masters.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly most powerful immortal master in the middle did not reprimand them, but instead said something that they never expected.
"Then treat me according to your diagnosis!"
The dozen or so old men looked at each other in bewilderment and had no choice but to prescribe medicine according to their usual methods of treating illnesses.
Meanwhile, in Zhuo Ning Immortal Abode, Yi Xuan witnessed everything that happened in the Clear Wind Pavilion through a projection.
At the same time, one can't help but exclaim, "This Virus Bomb is truly formidable!"
Liang Shi, who was tens of thousands of meters above Clear Wind Pavilion, nodded with a smile and then asked Yi Xuan, "Master, should we activate other viruses?"
"Okay! You decide what to do!"