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Chapter 126: Treating the Emperor's Illness
However, to integrate the viruses within his body and form a "Plague God," he would need a unique cultivation method.
He named this cultivation method the *Plague God Sutra*.
Once the "Plague God" was refined within his body, it wouldn't just be about viruses. When he cultivated to an extremely profound realm, he could even absorb all negative and harmful things from others' bodies—illnesses, injuries, toxins, curses, and so on—into himself, making them one of the myriad viruses of the Plague God.
Because, in the philosophy of the *Plague God Sutra*, all that is harmful is Illness! All is Poison!
Since they were viruses, they naturally fell within the Plague God's jurisdiction.
At the same time, someone cultivating the *Plague God Sutra* could also transmit the viruses from their own body to an opponent during a confrontation, forcing the other person to fall ill and triggering all sorts of terrifying diseases!
He even imagined that if, one day, the viruses released by the "Plague God" he cultivated could make inanimate objects, the sun, moon, stars, and even the universe and the world itself "fall ill"... what a spectacle that would be?
By then, he would truly be a Plague God!
…
After briefly adapting to the power within his body.
Ye Cheng used the spatial imprints he had already marked elsewhere to teleport his clone, Sun Zhongjing, to his destination.
Outside Heaven Dou City!
A secluded spot.
Sun Zhongjing appeared silently. His attire was not significantly different from what he wore in the previous Q&A video. Anyone who saw him would know he was that renowned Divine Physician.
At the city gate.
Many people were queuing to pay the entry fee to get into the city.
He had no intention of hiding and walked openly toward the gathering crowd.
Along the way, countless passersby stared at him in awe.
Had they not seen the future video, no one would have imagined that this seemingly unremarkable elder was actually an expert at the peak of the Soul Master realm!
Subconsciously, many people spontaneously cleared a path for him.
Sun Zhongjing smiled slightly at the people, then walked slowly toward the city gate. The soldiers guarding it didn't even dare to step forward and collect the entry fee from him.
However, the old man was a man of principle, so as he passed the money box, he casually dropped the entry fee inside.
As soon as he entered the city gate, Sun Zhongjing keenly sensed many gazes from the shadows fixed upon him, but he paid them no mind. He began to look for a temporary hotel, though he knew he probably wouldn't need one today.
Because he was sure someone would come looking for him soon.
Given his current identity as a physician, why else would they seek him out if not for treatment?
Sure enough.
Sun Zhongjing had only wandered for a short while and had just sat down at an herbal tea stall when a large group of people approached him.
It was a group of soldiers clad in armor, led by a middle-aged man with an extraordinary air. Of course, these people weren't here to cause trouble. After all, thanks to the video, the entire world knew that this seemingly ordinary elder was actually a Limit Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the world!
Who would be so foolish as to provoke him?
“And you are?” Sun Zhongjing asked with some surprise. In truth, he already had an idea of their origins. After all, this was the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire. Soldiers clad in scale armor were undoubtedly Imperial City Guards, and only the Royal Family could command such soldiers.
“Greetings, Your Excellency, the Medicine King.” The middle-aged man in the lead was not wearing armor; he was clearly a pampered noble. After bowing deeply and respectfully to Sun Zhongjing, he raised his head and said, "Hearing of your arrival, His Majesty the Emperor has sent for you. He hopes you can enter the Imperial Palace to diagnose and treat a patient."
"Oh, I never imagined that a mere country bumpkin like myself would trouble His Majesty the Emperor to send for me." After a brief moment of surprise, Sun Zhongjing slowly stood up.
"If that's the case, then let's go."
"This way, Your Excellency."
The middle-aged man waved his hand, and someone immediately brought a luxurious carriage, inviting him inside. This man's status was not to be taken lightly under any circumstances, especially since the Emperor required his medical services. Who would dare be neglectful?
Sun Zhongjing said nothing more, simply seating himself slowly inside the carriage like an ordinary old man.
The middle-aged man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid this great personage would refuse. Fortunately, the physician was truly benevolent. Just as depicted in the video, when faced with a patient, he still chose to make a house call.
Next,
The middle-aged man disregarded his own status and personally drove the carriage, escorting Sun Zhongjing to the Imperial Palace.
Their passage into the Imperial Palace was unimpeded; the carriage met no resistance. It was clear that arrangements had been made in advance.
"Your Excellency, we have arrived at the Imperial Palace," the middle-aged man driving the carriage said respectfully.
A servant stepped forward and opened the carriage door.
Sun Zhongjing slowly stepped down, his hands clasped behind his back as he surveyed the magnificent palaces around him, his expression utterly unmoved.
"Your Excellency, the Medicine King, this way please."
The middle-aged man respectfully led the way.
The two finally arrived at the Emperor's Imperial Bedchamber, where they were finally halted.
A group of soldiers, completely enveloped in armor and holding spears, blocked their path. The middle-aged man took out a token. After the soldiers examined it, they cleared the way.
Just as the two were about to enter, a leisurely and pleasant male voice rang out, "Might this be His Excellency, the Medicine King? I did not expect you would grace us with your presence today. Please forgive my failure to welcome you properly."
Following the voice, they saw a handsome young man approaching.
"So it is Your Highness, the Crown Prince." The middle-aged man's heart tightened, but he showed no outward sign of it, instead smiling jovially. "His Majesty has been unwell recently. This subject happened to encounter His Excellency, the Medicine King, so I invited him to diagnose and treat His Majesty."
"I see."
The young man nodded in understanding, then looked at Sun Zhongjing and bowed respectfully. "Your Excellency, the Medicine King, we will have to trouble you with my Imperial Father's illness."
"Crown Prince..."
Sun Zhongjing looked at the young man before him, a meaningful smile gracing his face. Even without prior knowledge of the plot, he could tell from his profound medical skills alone that this Crown Prince was not male. Perhaps the disguise could fool an ordinary person, but it couldn't deceive him, an old master physician who had thoroughly studied the human body.
Meanwhile, the Crown Prince—or rather, Qian Renxue disguised as the Crown Prince—was not as calm as she appeared. In fact, she was under immense pressure. If she could, she desperately wanted to stop Sun Zhongjing from going in to treat the Emperor. After all, the level of his medical skill... had already been glimpsed in the previous Q&A video.
If he went in and cured the Emperor of the poison, wouldn't her years of hard work administering it be for naught? It might even expose the fact that she was the one who had been poisoning him.
But he had already arrived outside the Imperial Bedchamber.
Qian Renxue had no reason to stop him. She could only hope that the chronic poison she had been using was potent enough that he couldn't neutralize it easily.
(end of chapter)
However, to integrate the viruses within his body and form a "Plague God," he would need a unique cultivation method.
He named this cultivation method the *Plague God Sutra*.
Once the "Plague God" was refined within his body, it wouldn't just be about viruses. When he cultivated to an extremely profound realm, he could even absorb all negative and harmful things from others' bodies—illnesses, injuries, toxins, curses, and so on—into himself, making them one of the myriad viruses of the Plague God.
Because, in the philosophy of the *Plague God Sutra*, all that is harmful is Illness! All is Poison!
Since they were viruses, they naturally fell within the Plague God's jurisdiction.
At the same time, someone cultivating the *Plague God Sutra* could also transmit the viruses from their own body to an opponent during a confrontation, forcing the other person to fall ill and triggering all sorts of terrifying diseases!
He even imagined that if, one day, the viruses released by the "Plague God" he cultivated could make inanimate objects, the sun, moon, stars, and even the universe and the world itself "fall ill"... what a spectacle that would be?
By then, he would truly be a Plague God!
…
After briefly adapting to the power within his body.
Ye Cheng used the spatial imprints he had already marked elsewhere to teleport his clone, Sun Zhongjing, to his destination.
Outside Heaven Dou City!
A secluded spot.
Sun Zhongjing appeared silently. His attire was not significantly different from what he wore in the previous Q&A video. Anyone who saw him would know he was that renowned Divine Physician.
At the city gate.
Many people were queuing to pay the entry fee to get into the city.
He had no intention of hiding and walked openly toward the gathering crowd.
Along the way, countless passersby stared at him in awe.
Had they not seen the future video, no one would have imagined that this seemingly unremarkable elder was actually an expert at the peak of the Soul Master realm!
Subconsciously, many people spontaneously cleared a path for him.
Sun Zhongjing smiled slightly at the people, then walked slowly toward the city gate. The soldiers guarding it didn't even dare to step forward and collect the entry fee from him.
However, the old man was a man of principle, so as he passed the money box, he casually dropped the entry fee inside.
As soon as he entered the city gate, Sun Zhongjing keenly sensed many gazes from the shadows fixed upon him, but he paid them no mind. He began to look for a temporary hotel, though he knew he probably wouldn't need one today.
Because he was sure someone would come looking for him soon.
Given his current identity as a physician, why else would they seek him out if not for treatment?
Sure enough.
Sun Zhongjing had only wandered for a short while and had just sat down at an herbal tea stall when a large group of people approached him.
It was a group of soldiers clad in armor, led by a middle-aged man with an extraordinary air. Of course, these people weren't here to cause trouble. After all, thanks to the video, the entire world knew that this seemingly ordinary elder was actually a Limit Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the world!
Who would be so foolish as to provoke him?
“And you are?” Sun Zhongjing asked with some surprise. In truth, he already had an idea of their origins. After all, this was the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire. Soldiers clad in scale armor were undoubtedly Imperial City Guards, and only the Royal Family could command such soldiers.
“Greetings, Your Excellency, the Medicine King.” The middle-aged man in the lead was not wearing armor; he was clearly a pampered noble. After bowing deeply and respectfully to Sun Zhongjing, he raised his head and said, "Hearing of your arrival, His Majesty the Emperor has sent for you. He hopes you can enter the Imperial Palace to diagnose and treat a patient."
"Oh, I never imagined that a mere country bumpkin like myself would trouble His Majesty the Emperor to send for me." After a brief moment of surprise, Sun Zhongjing slowly stood up.
"If that's the case, then let's go."
"This way, Your Excellency."
The middle-aged man waved his hand, and someone immediately brought a luxurious carriage, inviting him inside. This man's status was not to be taken lightly under any circumstances, especially since the Emperor required his medical services. Who would dare be neglectful?
Sun Zhongjing said nothing more, simply seating himself slowly inside the carriage like an ordinary old man.
The middle-aged man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid this great personage would refuse. Fortunately, the physician was truly benevolent. Just as depicted in the video, when faced with a patient, he still chose to make a house call.
Next,
The middle-aged man disregarded his own status and personally drove the carriage, escorting Sun Zhongjing to the Imperial Palace.
Their passage into the Imperial Palace was unimpeded; the carriage met no resistance. It was clear that arrangements had been made in advance.
"Your Excellency, we have arrived at the Imperial Palace," the middle-aged man driving the carriage said respectfully.
A servant stepped forward and opened the carriage door.
Sun Zhongjing slowly stepped down, his hands clasped behind his back as he surveyed the magnificent palaces around him, his expression utterly unmoved.
"Your Excellency, the Medicine King, this way please."
The middle-aged man respectfully led the way.
The two finally arrived at the Emperor's Imperial Bedchamber, where they were finally halted.
A group of soldiers, completely enveloped in armor and holding spears, blocked their path. The middle-aged man took out a token. After the soldiers examined it, they cleared the way.
Just as the two were about to enter, a leisurely and pleasant male voice rang out, "Might this be His Excellency, the Medicine King? I did not expect you would grace us with your presence today. Please forgive my failure to welcome you properly."
Following the voice, they saw a handsome young man approaching.
"So it is Your Highness, the Crown Prince." The middle-aged man's heart tightened, but he showed no outward sign of it, instead smiling jovially. "His Majesty has been unwell recently. This subject happened to encounter His Excellency, the Medicine King, so I invited him to diagnose and treat His Majesty."
"I see."
The young man nodded in understanding, then looked at Sun Zhongjing and bowed respectfully. "Your Excellency, the Medicine King, we will have to trouble you with my Imperial Father's illness."
"Crown Prince..."
Sun Zhongjing looked at the young man before him, a meaningful smile gracing his face. Even without prior knowledge of the plot, he could tell from his profound medical skills alone that this Crown Prince was not male. Perhaps the disguise could fool an ordinary person, but it couldn't deceive him, an old master physician who had thoroughly studied the human body.
Meanwhile, the Crown Prince—or rather, Qian Renxue disguised as the Crown Prince—was not as calm as she appeared. In fact, she was under immense pressure. If she could, she desperately wanted to stop Sun Zhongjing from going in to treat the Emperor. After all, the level of his medical skill... had already been glimpsed in the previous Q&A video.
If he went in and cured the Emperor of the poison, wouldn't her years of hard work administering it be for naught? It might even expose the fact that she was the one who had been poisoning him.
But he had already arrived outside the Imperial Bedchamber.
Qian Renxue had no reason to stop him. She could only hope that the chronic poison she had been using was potent enough that he couldn't neutralize it easily.
(end of chapter)
