Chapter 499: Discussing Dao at the Peak

Qingming, which survived the disaster, was scarred everywhere, with white silk everywhere.

The one that needed the most aftermath was Yong'an City. This core city of Qingming originally had more than 100,000 people living in it, but under Hongye's curse technique, tens of thousands were killed, and another tens of thousands were disabled, and less than half of the residents were spared.

There were originally thousands of children in the city, because they were greedy for the beauty of the falling autumn leaves, they reached out to touch them rashly, and as a result, all died tragically.

In addition, in various parts of the domain, nearly 10,000 people died sporadically under Hongye. Adding them up, more than 60,000 people died under Hongye's witchcraft, and another 40,000 were disabled.

Little Wei Yuan rushed to Yong'an City immediately after the war and sent all his Dao Foundation warriors to assist in the rescue. Several squares in the city were filled with the wounded. Sun Yu and more than 20 apprentices with innate life-water Dao Foundation were treating them with all their strength, and Xu Henshui also led his fellow disciples from the Creation Temple to help.

Cai Shizhi and all his disciples were busy treating the wounded. Scholars often also read medical books, and many great Confucian scholars were also famous doctors themselves.

Seeing Little Wei Yuan, Cai Shizhi greeted him, looking haggard, and said: "Four of my disciples died under the witchcraft. They were still young, and I was worried about them going to the battlefield, so I left them in the city to teach. I didn't expect that it would harm them instead."

Little Wei Yuan said: "This matter was done by the Shaman tribe, Mr. Cai need not blame yourself. The Shaman tribe is insane, actually enabling such harmful witchcraft. Sir, rest assured, I will definitely get this justice back!"

Cai Shizhi nodded and said tiredly: "More than a dozen students died in the academy, all good seedlings for reading, alas! You go ahead and get busy, I still have to save people."

Little Wei Yuan came to Sun Yu's place. Sun Yu was walking in the field, checking the patients one by one. His medical skills were superb, and he made a judgment just by looking at the wound: "Amputation, amputation, amputation, wait for death, wait for death, amputation..."

Occasionally Sun Yu would also take action to save people, such as a man whose legs were cut off at the knees and had lost too much blood. Sun Yu swung two pieces of elixir Qi, directly carbonizing the wound on his broken legs, thus sealing the wound. After a few days, the charred flesh and blood would fall off by itself, and the wound would be healed.

Seeing Little Wei Yuan arrive, Sun Yu used Dao method to restrain his voice and asked: "These people will be burdens in the future, the number is too large, should we save fewer?"

In fact, at present, mortals with broken limbs would likely die on the spot, and it was only because they encountered Sun Yu and other Dharma Form True Persons who were proficient in medicine that they could survive. But even if they survived, they would be regarded as burdens from then on, and they were indeed a drag.

Little Wei Yuan said: "Give them the treatment that mortals should have, and save as many as you can."

"Good." Sun Yu continued to treat.

The so-called treatment that mortals should have was to use simple Dao arts and ordinary medicines to rescue them. In fact, the use of cultivator Dao arts on mortals was no less than spirit pills and medicines. With Sun Yu taking action, most of the people on the scene could survive.

In Little Wei Yuan's view, whether they were burdens or not was a matter for the future. If they were not saved now, then what was the significance of these people coming to Qingming, and what was the significance of those who generously went to death on the front line dying in battle?

Counting the casualties in the rear, the casualties in this battle in Qingming had already exceeded 200,000. The Shaman tribe's losses were even heavier, and at least tens of thousands of seriously injured warriors would not be cured.

The Shaman tribe had a caste system far more stringent than the human race. The vast majority were slaves and untouchables, and only a very few Shamans were noble races. The top were Shaman scholars, followed by nobles. No one cared if slaves and untouchables died.

When untouchables were injured on the battlefield, they would fend for themselves after being carried back, all depending on their own vitality. Therefore, Shamans of the lower races would mostly choose the power of lizards, crocodiles, or even some Shaman insects when they reached adulthood, for the sake of strong vitality and regenerative ability.

Little Wei Yuan estimated that the final number of Shaman dead would be around 400,000. The difference was that the vast majority of those who died on Qingming's side were civilians, and only 20,000 were well-trained warriors. While most of the Shaman dead were well-trained warriors, and there were several tens of thousands of elite soldiers.

In the first great battle between the two sides, a total of more than 600,000 people died, which was truly tragic.

Little Wei Yuan suddenly saw a familiar figure in the city. The person was dressed as a scholar, wearing a bamboo hat, and his mouth and nose were wrapped in a silk scarf. Little Wei Yuan flashed and appeared beside her, saying: "Teacher, why are you here?"

This person was Zhang Sheng in disguise. She said: "I want to walk around the battlefield to find the answer to a question. This is the last question. After finding the answer, I will start forging the foundation."

"Found the answer?" Zhang Sheng nodded and said: "Almost, now it's just the final verification. Oh, by the way, I heard that someone named Su Xuejing came to the Jiangong last time, who is very good at blowing... oh, has a very deep understanding of the sword Dao. If we meet again by fate, bring him to see me, just to discuss the Dao with him, which can be used for reference."

Little Wei Yuan said: "There is also someone named Shangguan Qianmo in the Jiangong, who also cultivates one of the seven town-palace immortal swords, 'Flowers Blooming on the Path.' Should we call her over together?"

"Shangguan Qianmo? Never heard of it. The seven so-called immortal swords of the Jiangong are conservative and flashy, with nothing to see, and are of no help to me."

At this time, someone snorted coldly in the air, saying: "What a big tone! Daring to say that our seven town-palace swords have nothing to see. If you don't explain this matter clearly to me, don't even think about ending it today!"

Little Wei Yuan looked up and saw Shangguan Qianmo standing in mid-air, looking down at the two coldly, her face naturally as ugly as it could be. Sword cultivators originally didn't have very good tempers, so how could they bear being pointed at face-to-face?

Little Wei Yuan felt a headache. He had already discovered Shangguan Qianmo and wanted to pull her over to discuss the sword Dao with the teacher, just to let Zhang Sheng have some reference. Who would have thought that Zhang Sheng would disdain the seven town-palace swords of the Jiangong, which was equivalent to slapping her face face-to-face, which was unbearable.

Although Little Wei Yuan also felt that the seven swords of the Jiangong he had seen were not very good, the Jiangong had a reputation, so Little Wei Yuan always felt that it was the person who cultivated them who was not good, not the sword.

Zhang Sheng looked up and asked: "May I ask which senior from the Jiangong is in front?"

"Senior... am I that old?" Shangguan Qianmo's face became even uglier.

Zhang Sheng said lightly: "Learning has no order of precedence, the capable are teachers. Since your cultivation realm is higher than mine now, it is only right to call you a senior."

Little Wei Yuan stood by, just wanting to hold his forehead.

Looking one by one...

It must be said that Shangguan Qianmo, apart from having soft feet, was also very good-looking, and the angrier she was, the more beautiful she became. But when it came to arguing, her cultivation realm and Zhang Sheng's would have to be reversed.

Thinking of this, Little Wei Yuan couldn't help but secretly rejoice, fortunately Su Xuejing was not there... no, Shangguan Qianmo was here, how could he not be?

Little Wei Yuan was startled, and heard a gentle voice in the air: "Su Xuejing of the Jiangong, meets Mr. Zhang Sheng. I am happy to hear that you want to discuss the Dao and talk about swords with me. Since we meet by fate, why don't we find a quiet place to discuss the sword Dao now? If I can be of any help to you, I will also be very happy."

Little Wei Yuan only felt his eyes go black, and sighed in his heart. The only hope was that Su Xuejing hadn't heard the whole thing.

Based on Little Wei Yuan's understanding of Zhang Sheng, purely in terms of sword Dao, she was definitely above Shangguan Qianmo, but she had no certainty against Su Xuejing. To be precise, she had no chance of winning.

Little Wei Yuan immediately said: "The great war has just ended, and both the teacher and I have many things to be busy with. Why not change the time?"

At this time, Zhang Sheng had just rebuilt her Dao heart, and Little Wei Yuan did not want her to face Su Xuejing like this. Zhang Sheng wanted to cultivate an invincible heart, so she had to be careful when facing other top cultivators, especially a genius like Su Xuejing who was not born in the world.

Who knew Zhang Sheng said: "If so, that would be the best, just to observe the immortal sword outside the seven swords."

Zhang Sheng spoke, Little Wei Yuan could only sigh, took everyone to the main peak, and invited them into his cultivation room.

Shangguan Qianmo entered first, with a dark face throughout. This girl was obviously someone who couldn't hide her thoughts, and her likes and dislikes were all written on her face. Zhang Sheng followed, and Su Xuejing and Little Wei Yuan fell behind.

Su Xuejing suddenly whispered: "Su has been out for many years, this is the first time I've heard someone say I'm good at blowing, hahaha!"

His voice could only be heard by Little Wei Yuan. Su Xuejing patted Little Wei Yuan on the shoulder and stepped into the cultivation room.

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