"Pah!"

Spitting out the sand from his mouth, Wang Wu angrily circled the large sand dune but found nothing unusual.

He released a spiritual energy light membrane to test, yet there was no response.

If he hadn't genuinely sensed the life aura of those demons before, he would have thought he had encountered ghosts.

"I don't believe in evil, I'll wait right here!"

Wang Wu was determined, even if it meant catching the Evil Wind Bone Plague again.

He lay down on the big sand dune, letting things be, but as long as these natives dared to emerge, he planned to capture them.

He was now certain that these desert natives had no connection to the outside world and weren't demon people of the West Sea Bee Kingdom, so it seemed unlikely they could communicate with Lu Wuchen or Master Jade Blade.

Thus, Wang Wu truly waited, waiting for three days, and as expected, was invaded by the Evil Wind once again, contracting the Evil Wind Bone Plague.

But here at the large sand dune, there was still no movement.

"Could it really have been an illusion?"

Just as he was about to dive underground, a faint light flashed above the sand dune, revealing a transparent shield. The large lizard he saw before quickly emerged, still carrying over twenty natives on its back. Strangely, they seemed to see Wang Wu now, staring at him without stopping.

Just as Wang Wu intended to follow, an old voice resonated, "Young friend, please come inside for a talk."

He turned around only to see three figures standing on the sand dune, one in the forefront was an old man with white hair, wearing an odd burlap long gown, with two strong men behind him, watching Wang Wu warily.

So, his passive concealment had failed?

It turned out that contracting the Evil Wind Bone Plague would render passive concealment ineffective!

At this point, Wang Wu steeled his resolve and boldly walked up the sand dune. Strangely, he felt nothing at all. As he walked, the dune beneath his feet transformed into a lush green hill, the three figures still standing ahead, but not on a dune, rather on verdant grass.

Turning back, there was no desert, only bright sunlight overhead, a verdant valley before him, with flat farmlands in the distance, and at the valley's end, a small town, like a paradise.

"Young friend, you have contracted the Evil Wind Bone Plague, allow me, an old man, to heal you."

The old man said with a smile.

Hearing this, Wang Wu hesitated for a moment, then transformed into human form, clasping his fists in respect, said: "Thank you, elder, for allowing me into your protection. I came here abruptly; may I ask what place this is? Additionally, as I am part of the Demon Race, will I cause any unnecessary disturbance here? If possible, I only wish to ask a few questions, then I will leave without revealing this place's information."

Hearing this, the old man instead shook his head with a smile, even the two strong men behind him seemed to lower their guard a little.

"Friend, there's no need to be so formal, this is Shaman Village, and your arrival won't change anything here, as this land is inhabited by both the Human Race and the Demon Race, as well as spirit monsters. We don't have as many rules as the outside world, nor do we have as many entanglements of interest. As for secrecy, Shaman Village isn't much of a secret; anyone who wishes may come, and anyone who wishes may leave. I'm known as Old Man Sha, currently the ninth village chief of Shaman Village. Come, come, the Evil Wind Bone Plague in you must not be delayed."

"Thank you, elder!"

Wang Wu quickly followed suit; after all, his reason for seeking out the desert natives was precisely to treat the Evil Wind Bone Plague.

Old Man Sha led Wang Wu down a slope to a small courtyard, outside of which was a massive vat a hundred meters in diameter, filled with mud.

"Young friend, it's best to return to your original form, jump in, soak here for three months, and the Evil Wind Bone Plague will be cured, but henceforth avoid catching it again. Though it can be healed, each time you catch it reduces your lifespan by three years, it's not worth it."

"What, even after healing, it reduces lifespan by three years?"

Wang Wu was surprised.

"Yes, the Evil Wind Bone Plague is indeed sinister. Even if healed, it still reduces lifespan by three years. But if you don't heal it, the plague will transform every three months, each transformation must reduce lifespan by three years, continuing like this until death."

Upon hearing this, Wang Wu quickly resumed his bear shape and jumped directly into the giant vat. The mud here seemed to contain something unknown, for as soon as he jumped in, his entire body began tingling, itching, unbearably uncomfortable.

But this feeling was similar to when he operated the inner breathing technique, activating his qi and blood circulation and employing his ice and fire spirit root.

This confirmed that Old Man Sha wasn't lying to him.

Only now did Wang Wu lower his highly vigilant mindset.

"Young friend, stay soaking here, and I'll arrange for someone to bring meals to you daily. In Shaman Village, all residents are equal; as long as you don't cause trouble, there won't be any problems."

Having said this, Old Man Sha entered the small courtyard, while the two strong men remained standing by.

Wang Wu couldn't be bothered for the moment, for he suddenly discovered that within this mud seemed to be various toxins, and in a short span, he had been exposed to about two or three hundred types of poison.

The information in the attribute bar appeared like a flurry of snowflakes.

However, though the toxins were many, they did not deeply affect Wang Wu; rather, they balanced each other off, ultimately used to mitigate the damage caused by the Evil Wind Bone Plague.

All in all, it was quite miraculous!

Wang Wu speculated that this so-called Old Man Sha might be an alchemy expert or a Human Race hermit of noble character.

To be so kind even to a demon like him... Well, he didn't believe it!

In any case, maintaining a necessary degree of vigilance was a must.

At this moment, Wang Wu continued to operate the inner breathing technique, mobilizing qi and blood circulation while enjoying the treatment of the Evil Wind Bone Plague by hundreds of toxins.

And indeed, the effect was quite good, reducing that despair-inducing pain by at least a third.

This made Wang Wu very hopeful. If this method could effectively remove permanent damage caused by the Evil Wind Bone Plague, even if just slightly, reducing the permanent reduction of 3 years of lifespan to 1 year of lifespan, that would be worth it.

For the next half month, Old Man Sha didn't show up again, but Wang Wu felt increasingly liberated; the pain from the Evil Wind Bone Plague was hardly noticeable anymore.

This is truly miraculous, because, you know, this Evil Wind Bone Plague really tormented him relentlessly for exactly ninety days the previous two times.

That Old Man Sha is really a master of the healing arts.

If only this old man would appear, Wang Wu would definitely bow to him twice, calling him a lifesaver would not be an exaggeration.

In this situation, Wang Wu spent his idle time chatting with those two strong men, inquiring various things.

For example, what is this desert truly like?

And what is the Evil Wind?

Why isn't Shaman Village affected by the Evil Wind?

What do the residents live on?

Don't you want to leave Shaman Village and see the outside world?

What are those colorful little bugs that the residents of Shaman Village catch outside?

Have you all lived here since childhood, can Shaman Village sustain itself?

Why can the Demon Race and Human Race coexist peacefully in Shaman Village...

But no matter what Wang Wu asked, those two just wouldn't respond, they delivered him one Eighth-Grade Spirit Fruit every day and otherwise played deaf and mute.

It's just so dull.

Day by day, time passed, Wang Wu couldn't even feel the pain from the Evil Wind Bone Plague anymore, he could cultivate freely, he almost thought he had been cured of the Evil Wind Bone Plague.

Until a month passed, he was quietly cultivating when suddenly a faint pain interrupted him, and at the same time, a cruel line of information hit him.

Life Span -1 Year!

What's meant to come will come, what's meant to be lost will be lost permanently.

"What's happening! Hasn't my Evil Wind Bone Plague been cured?"

Wang Wu was completely dumbfounded.

For the most part, over the last half month, he truly didn't feel anything, his whole body's fur didn't shed, his body didn't even weaken.

How could things be like this with deductions in life span, life, and physical strength!

Wasn't he soaking in the mud for a month for nothing!

But maybe next month will be better?

Wang Wu pinned his hopes on this, what can he do, Old Man Sha is nowhere to be found, the two followers are mute and deaf, is he supposed to jump out of the mud himself?

He really doesn't want to let go of even the slightest hope.

For the next second month, Wang Wu cultivated crazily, even wanting to push his limits to see if any miracles would happen.

Because the pain caused by the Evil Wind Bone Plague and all abnormal statuses were gone, none ever erupted.

Yet, when the second month ended, amidst Wang Wu's unease and waiting, the information that made him collapse and despair still appeared.

No more, no less, another permanent deduction of a year's life span.

Up to this point, three years of life span had already been deducted, he still had to continue treatment for another month to completely eradicate the root of the Evil Wind Bone Plague.

It turns out, Old Man Sha's mud therapy is all show and no substance.

Though it reduced his suffering, the cost wasn't any less.

At this moment, Wang Wu was utterly despondent, thoroughly gave up hope, truly.

This Evil Wind Resistance, can't grind it!

"Young friend, how are you feeling?"

At this moment, an aged voice sounded, it was none other than Old Man Sha, who hadn't appeared for two consecutive months.

"Senior, this Evil Wind Bone Plague is so bizarre, obviously I feel I've recovered, yet my life span still keeps decreasing." Wang Wu smiled bitterly, right now he didn't even care whether this old man is good or evil.

He was truly greatly shaken.

To his surprise, Old Man Sha just chuckled as if he had anticipated this result.

Then he suddenly said, "Young friend, have you ever heard of Yang Thunder, Yin Fire, and Evil Wind, these Three Calamities?"

Wang Wu was stunned, "Senior, I haven't heard of Yang Thunder, Yin Fire, but the Evil Wind, could it be the Evil Wind that caused me to contract the Evil Wind Bone Plague?"

"Yes, it is indeed! In this world, all beings cultivate and practice, whether following the path of Innate Bloodline or Acquired Cultivation, ultimately, they must face these Three Calamities."

"If one overcomes these Three Calamities, will they become immortals?" Wang Wu quickly asked, though he never thought about it, nor did he believe he could become an immortal, but who isn't curious about such things?

"Haha, I don't know, I've lived for three thousand years, now my life span is nearing its end, but I still couldn't get a definite answer." Old Sha sighed long, but what he said truly shocked Wang Wu, damn, this Old Deng has lived for three thousand years!

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