Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

Chapter 710 710: How Can an Immortal Get Mundane Illness?_1

Compared to the madness unfolding in the North Region, the other four territories were calm. Although they had heard rumors about the North Region turning into a Strange Domain, no one had seen it in person. So after some verbal lamentation, the topic was dropped.What else could they do? After all, they couldn't be expected to suffer alongside them. Instead, everyone felt relieved that the upheaval hadn't spread to their territories.

There were some who boasted and bragged, but overall, the impact was minimal.

The main reason was that the Strange Domain showed no sign of expanding. As long as they stayed away from the North Region, they would be safe.

"I would say that the Strange Domain is just..." Cao Mian declared loudly. As an Inner Sect Disciple of the Dust Removal Sect, he was quite dismissive of the Strange Domain.

The Dust Removal Sect was not a major sect. However, for someone at the Initial Stage of the Immortal Realm like him to become an Inner Sect Disciple was considered quite good in the Southern Territory.

If the North Region was a middle-level area, then the Southern Territory was the perfect Novice Village for a protagonist. It had fewer resources and fewer powerful beings.

In the major sects in the North Region, one needed to be at least in the Immortal Monarch Realm to become an Inner Sect Disciple. This comparison alone highlighted the gap in resources.

For Cultivators, apart from aptitude, resources were paramount. The fewer the resources, the slower the growth.

"Alright, you guys continue talking, I have to go off on a mission." Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit off, Cao Mian quickly escaped.

The main thing was that he could not keep his mouth shut.

Ah, our Sect has really fallen for even these kinds of tasks to be issued.

Cao Mian glanced at his mandatory task for this year. It was not difficult: slay a Magical Beast of the same realm.

As an Inner Sect Disciple, this task was indeed not difficult.

If there was a pecking order in the Green Nether Fairyland, it would surely be Sects > Loose Cultivators > Magical Beasts. Magical Beasts were at the bottom of this pecking order.

A Loose Cultivator of the same realm could easily slay a Magical Beast of the same realm using Spells and Magical Artifacts.

Moreover, the potential of Magical Beasts was quite limited. Very few reached the Immortal Monarch Realm. It was said that the strongest Magical Beast ever was, at most, at the Immortal Emperor Realm.

It was eventually slain by an Inner Sect Disciple of the Supreme Sword Sect, the leader of the Righteous Path. Its carcass was then placed as a stepping stone at the foot of the Supreme Sword Sect's mountain gate.

Therefore, the threat from Magical Beasts was not high, unless a swarm of them appeared, which could pose a threat.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, there was not too much to worry about.

However, this perspective was because he was a Sect Disciple. If he were a Loose Cultivator, he would have to be more careful, as casualties were easily sustained.

BOOM!!!

A thunderclap from afar disrupted his thoughts. The heavenly might it emanated caused the circulation of his immortal power to stagnate.

What's happening? The power of this thunder is at least at the Immortal Monarch Realm. Cao Mian's experience was fairly limited; the strongest being he had ever seen was only an Immortal Monarch Realm Cultivator.

After all, the power hierarchy was strict, so the circles formed by Cultivators of different realms were very exclusive. Initial Stage Immortals couldn't even mix with those at the Middle Stage of the Immortal Realm, to say nothing of the vast gap between the Immortal Realm and the Immortal Monarch Realm.

Could it be... a treasure?

This idea popped into Cao Mian's head.

Otherwise, how could such formidable thunder appear out of nowhere?

Of course, it could also possibly be a Heavenly Tribulation triggered by someone from the Demon Path.

This area was populated not only by Righteous Sects but also by several Demon Path Sects, creating an atmosphere of confrontation between the righteous and demonic paths.

However, most of the time, they coexisted peacefully. Small-scale skirmishes definitely occurred, but large-scale battles rarely happened, unless there were significant conflicts of interest.

But before he could get closer, he felt a wave of malice.

This caused him to shiver involuntarily, and he turned to leave.

Something's not right, I have to get out of here quickly, he thought, already running. Yet, he found himself feeling uneasy all over.

I'll carry out the mandatory mission in a couple of days. There's still time this year; I'll go back and lie low for a few days.

The commotion from the thunder drew much attention, but feeling uncomfortable, he decided he should return first.

Damn, it couldn't really be something from the Demon Path, could it?

On the way back, Cao Mian discovered that when he circulated his Mana, it was unusually sluggish, as if blocked by something unseen.

However, when he probed with his Divine Sense, and even used Introspection, he found nothing. Ultimately, he could only suppress the concern for now.

Upon returning to the Dust Removal Sect at breakneck speed, he immediately rushed to the Medicine Hall for treatment.

A Disciple at the Medicine Hall conducted a thorough examination and then said, "Senior Brother, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you. You're perfectly normal."

"But my Mana…" He recounted his symptoms, leaving the other Disciple bewildered.

"You're not poisoned, nor have you been hit by any demonic Spells… Honestly, I really can't see any problem." The Medicine Hall Disciple shook his head. Since he couldn't see anything wrong, no matter how much Cao Mian said, it was useless. Finally, he could only suggest, "Perhaps take some Elixirs first?"

"No. Since you can't see what's wrong, what's the point of randomly taking Elixirs?" Cao Mian refused without hesitation.

Seeing a doctor didn't cost Contribution Points, but buying medicine or receiving treatment did. If the Disciple could figure out what was wrong, then getting medicine would be fine. However, since he couldn't, this would just be treating me like a sucker.

Seeing this, the Medicine Hall Disciple gave a sheepish smile. "Since Senior Brother has his own ideas, perhaps you could go back and rest quietly for a few days. Maybe you'll get better."

Just as Cao Mian was about to speak, he felt something trickling from his nose. He quickly wiped it and found it was snot.

He was shocked.

How could he, with his Immortal physique, possibly have a runny nose?

The Medicine Hall Disciple who witnessed this looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Senior Brother, please wait. I'll go get the Hall Master." The Disciple now realized the severity of the problem; it was impossible for a dignified Immortal Realm Cultivator to have a runny nose.

Cao Mian wanted to thank him, but as he opened his mouth, a loud sneeze escaped, sending snot and tears flying.

"Alright, sorry to trouble you, Junior Brother." As he spoke, he felt a wave of Weakness, and his throat was itchy, as if he was about to cough.

The Hall Master of the Inner Sect's Medicine Hall was quickly summoned. He looked displeased, as anyone would be if their Cultivation was interrupted.

After examining Cao Mian, he found nothing, just like the Disciple. Yet, Cao Mian's symptoms seemed strangely familiar.

On closer inspection, weren't these the symptoms of a mortal's common cold?

"This Martial Nephew, you seem to have caught a chill." The Medicine Hall Master sounded a bit unsure as he said this.

After reaching the Qi Refining stage, most mortal illnesses no longer affected Cultivators, let alone someone like Cao Mian who was in the Immortal Realm.

Even if Cao Mian had been struck by the most vicious methods of the Demon Path, the Hall Master wouldn't have been this uncertain.

"Ah? *Cough, cough, cough*... Martial Uncle, please don't joke. A cold is a... *Achoo!* ...mortal ailment. How could I possibly contract such a mortal illness?" Cao Mian said, coughing, sneezing, and wiping his nose, looking utterly wretched.

"Actually, it really does seem to be the case." As the Medicine Hall Master spoke, he reached out and touched Cao Mian's forehead. Sure enough, it was unusually hot.

Cao Mian was having a hard time believing it. What kind of mess is this? If word gets out that a dignified Immortal Realm Cultivator like me caught a cold, I'll be a laughingstock!

"So... how can it be treated?" Cao Mian asked.

Hearing this, the Medicine Hall Master replied helplessly, "I don't know. I'm afraid even the Supreme Sword Sect wouldn't have encountered a situation like yours, Martial Nephew."

How to treat a Cultivator who had caught a cold? This was unprecedented, not just in their Dust Removal Sect, but in the entire Green Nether Fairyland.

Thus, he rambled on, but the gist was clear: You'll have to endure it yourself.

However, the Medicine Hall Master found it strange that Cao Mian went silent after asking that question. Could he have passed out from the fever?

Logically, that shouldn't happen, he thought, so he reached out to check on Cao Mian, who was keeping his head down.

However, just as his hand neared, Cao Mian suddenly grabbed it and bit down hard, tearing off a large piece of flesh.

"AHH! What are you doing?!" The Medicine Hall Master shrieked in pain. He never imagined that he, an Immortal Monarch Realm Cultivator, would be bitten like this by an Immortal Realm Disciple.

Cao Mian didn't answer. His eyes were rolled back, showing only whites, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth as he lunged at the Hall Master again. This time, Cao Mian's target was not the hand, but the other's neck.

CRUNCH!

His speed was far beyond that of an Immortal Realm Cultivator; in an instant, he had bitten through the Hall Master's neck.

In an instant, the entire Medicine Hall descended into Chaos.