My Days as a God in Ancient Times
The late autumn night breeze grew colder. Lan An wore Chu Qiuzhe’s silk nightwear, yet a thin layer of sweat faintly formed on his back.
Looking at the outer wall, which was less than a zhang high[3.3M], his gaze deepened.
He had received so much kindness from Chu Qiuzhe. How could he bring trouble to him?
He considered himself indifferent by nature, but he was not someone who would forget kindness and betray trust.
After a long while, he let out a deep sigh and turned back to bed.
Outside the window, Xiao En, who had been hiding, also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this Wangye still had a conscience.
He understood his master’s thoughts.
His master liked this Wangye.
Falling in love wasn’t against the Temporal Order Law, but could two people from different timelines really have a good ending?
This wasn’t just a matter of differing worldviews.
With imperial power above all else, would the emperor truly tolerate the Regent Wangye being with a mysterious and powerful man of unknown origins?
Sighing, Xiao En returned to Chu Qiuzhe’s room.
"Master Host" Xiao En felt it was necessary to give a reminder. "Just now, your Lan Pengyou almost tried to sneak out. You really shouldn’t bring people back so casually in the future."
It was too dangerous.
"He wouldn’t" Chu Qiuzhe’s face remained expressionless, but his tone was firm.
Though he didn’t fully understand Lan An as a person, he had absolute trust in his character.
Besides, if they were to be together in the future, honesty between them was necessary. By then, if Lan An wanted to leave, it wouldn’t be a big deal.
There was no rush now.
He could tell Lan An was very interested in this world.
That was one of the reasons he brought Lan An to the modern era.
He wanted to use the high quality of modern life to attract Lan An. It might seem a bit underhanded, but he saw nothing wrong with it.
In fact, he was even considering having Lan An stay and live with him in the modern world.
Seeing that he couldn’t argue against it, Xiao En dropped the subject and secretly installed a surveillance system around the villa.
If Lan An ever tried to leave, an alarm would go off immediately, allowing them to react in time.
The Next Morning
After the three of them finished breakfast, they returned to the ancient era.
Lu Ziye was still clutching that model gun, unwilling to let go.
The soldiers under his command were full of curiosity.
"General, what is that?"
"General, what does the celestial realm look like?"
"General, does the male deity’s home have celestial maidens? Are they beautiful?"
As the first person aside from Wangye to visit the celestial realm, Lu Ziye’s little bit of vanity was greatly satisfied. Just as he was thinking about how to brag, Lan An stepped forward.
"Where are your manners? Do you want to face military punishment?"
That cold expression of his, there wasn’t a single soldier who wasn’t afraid of it.
The soldiers instantly fell silent.
Lu Ziye didn’t dare to act recklessly either. "The matters of the celestial realm are not something we mere mortals can discuss at will. Everyone, prepare to set out."
Chu Qiuzhe smiled without saying a word as he led Lan An onto the flying carriage.
"I have to say, Lan Pengyou, you shouldn’t always wear that cold face. You’re scaring everyone."
Lan An hadn’t slept all night and didn’t feel like talking. He gave a perfunctory response.
"Born this way."
Chu Qiuzhe chuckled. "I don’t think you were born this way. You’re not the least bit fierce with me, except for the first time we met."
Lan An was momentarily stunned. Thinking back on their time together, perhaps he truly did treat Chu Qiuzhe a little differently.
But why?
Was it just because of a favor received?
Lan An closed his eyes in deep thought, unwilling to say more.
Chu Qiuze didn't press further. Seeing Lan An with his eyes closed, he figured Lan An probably hadn’t slept well last night.
As a qualified soon-to-be boyfriend, he wouldn’t disturb the other’s rest.
The journey that day went smoothly, and by evening, they arrived outside Rujing City.
Chu Qiuze looked ahead. The towering city walls were lined with soldiers standing guard, and the city gates were tightly shut.
It seemed that the guards who had set out a day before them had already delivered Lan An’s orders—the city was on lockdown.
As the group approached the walls, archers above immediately took their positions, ready for battle.
A loud voice called from the wall, “Who goes there?”
Lu Ziye rode forward on horseback and presented his token.
Moments later, the city gates opened, but inside, a dense crowd had gathered, hoping to use the opportunity to escape. However, the soldiers blocked their way.
Chu Qiuze frowned. Hadn’t he instructed them to enforce quarantine?
“The common folk are ignorant but fear death”
Lan An’s expression wasn’t good either.
“When an epidemic breaks out, their first instinct is to flee. They don’t care whether they’re already infected or if they might spread the disease to other towns.”
Fear of death, it was human nature.
Chu Qiuze maneuvered the flying carriage into the city, soaring straight to the highest point, overlooking the scene from above.
In an instant, the panicked citizens quieted down.
“What… what is that? How is it flying?”
“I heard there was an immortal in Yugou County. Is this the mount of an immortal?”
“An immortal? Has he come to save us?”
“Then why lock down the city? I heard this was the Regent’s order.”
“They say the Regent and the immortal are close. Could it be that they want us to die in here?”
"…"
The people murmured in distress.
Lan An stood up in the flying carriage, looking down at them all. “Close the gates.”
With that command, the soldiers acted swiftly, giving no one the chance to escape.
The crowd erupted into cries and pleas, their desperate wails deafening.
Chu Qiuze pulled out a megaphone he had bought from the system’s marketplace. “Ahem, can you hear me?”
The booming voice silenced the cries instantly.
The people looked up, staring at the two figures seated in the floating carriage.
“I am the God of Light, shining upon all suffering and saving the people of this world” Chu Qiuze declared with ease, beginning his grand performance. “Just like the people of Yugou County, you may all call me ‘male god’”
Lan An: “…”
Chu Qiuze had clearly gotten too comfortable pretending to be a deity. Even under Lan An’s sharp gaze, he didn’t feel the slightest bit awkward.
He continued, unfazed, “I have come to Rujing City, naturally, to save you.”
Hearing this, the people finally felt some relief. Some even started kneeling and bowing.
Chu Qiuze knew this ingrained habit of kneeling wouldn’t change overnight, and now wasn’t the time to discuss it, so he let it go.
He went on, “I have arrived, yet you’re all trying to flee. Do you not want to live?”
A voice from the crowd shouted in protest, “We are trying to escape because we want to live! The plague is deadly, and there’s no cure, not even an immortal can help!”
“Oh?” Chu Qiuze chuckled, both amused and annoyed. “If you want to escape, where do you plan to go? To your relatives? Or to another city to find work?”
These words hit the mark, but none of the commoners felt anything was wrong.
Not running away, were they supposed to just wait for death?
Chu Qiuzhe continued, “Among you, there must already be infected people. If you escape, are you planning to spread the plague to your relatives? Or take it to other towns and let more people die with you?”
Upon hearing that someone among them was infected, the crowd instinctively distanced themselves from one another, fearing they might also be infected.
When they realized they could spread the plague to their families or other towns, most of them began to feel a pang of guilt.
They only wanted to survive, they never intended to bring disaster to others.
Seeing that the situation was under control, Chu Qiuzhe finally got to the main point.
"First, our Regent Wangye, Lan An, has already gathered the best doctors from across the country. They are on their way to Rujing City. I believe that with more people working together, we will find a way to solve this plague."
"Second, we will investigate the source of the plague to eliminate it from the root."
"Third, staying in your homes is to prevent you from coming into contact with infected people. But now you want to gather and escape, aren't you afraid of getting infected along the way?"
"Fourth, our Immortal Realm will also provide treatment. While it may not be an instant cure, I promise that we will do our best to heal everyone."
"Fifth, even your noble Wangye has come to the plague zone. If he's not afraid of dying, then what are you afraid of?"
Lan An: "..."
His words completely silenced the commoners who had wanted to flee.
Just then, a child around seven or eight years old suddenly collapsed. The crowd panicked again and instinctively moved away from the child and his family.
Chu Qiuzhe motioned for Lan An to put on a mask with him, then they took a flying carriage down to the scene.
Chu Qiuzhe wanted to get out of the carriage to examine the child, but he suddenly remembered that his legs were weak. Changing into a wheelchair in front of a huge crowd would ruin his image as a "cool and mysterious" figure.
Lan An glanced at him and quickly understood his train of thought. Without a word, he stepped forward to assess the situation.
The child's mother held her son tightly, tears streaming down her face as she begged the immortals to save them.
"Have you taken him to a medical clinic?" Lan An asked, keeping a three-step distance from the mother and son.
The woman, instinctively fearful of nobility, answered honestly, "Yes, I have. The doctor said to take him home and wait for death. There's no cure. That’s why I wanted to take him away from here. Maybe there’s a doctor outside the city who can save him."
Lan An ignored her reason for wanting to escape and only asked, "What are his symptoms?"
"Severe diarrhea, vomiting, and complete loss of control over bodily functions. The doctor said this is the plague. Every other infected person has the same symptoms. No one survives past ten days."
Hearing this from behind, Chu Qiuzhe quickly made an assessment, this was most likely not a respiratory plague but an intestinal one.
He pulled out a Strengthening Pill and tossed it to Lan An. "Give him this. It will help ease his symptoms."
This pill could enhance the body’s immune system and improve overall strength.
No one knew how long the child had been infected, but taking the pill would at least buy him a few more days.
At least until Chu Qiuzhe could develop a proper treatment.
The mother didn't care what kind of medicine it was. Hearing that it could help, she immediately gave it to her son.
Sure enough, after taking the pill, the child slowly regained consciousness. In a weak voice, he murmured, "Mother, it hurts..."
Tears streamed down the woman’s face. "Be strong, my child. The immortals have come down to save you. I won’t let you die."
Seeing this, the surrounding people finally calmed down. It seemed that this so-called immortal wasn't just for show.
Lu Ziye arrived with his troops, covering their noses and mouths as they pushed their way into the crowd.
"Everyone, go back to your homes" Lu Ziye called out loudly. "If anyone shows symptoms, report to the government office immediately. We will arrange for doctors to treat you."
Lu Ziye and his soldiers all carried weapons. The people feared warriors the most. Since they couldn’t leave the city anyway, they might as well go home and wait.
They also remembered what the "mysterious figure" had said—right now, the safest place was their own home. Maybe, just maybe, this legendary man really could cure the plague.
"Listen up," Chu Qiuzhe grabbed a megaphone. "Do not drink raw water. Diseases spread through the mouth. Everything you eat must be fully cooked. Also, maintain cleanliness and take care of your personal hygiene."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "If you discover the source of the disease, please notify us immediately.""
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