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Chapter 116: Tasting Hundred Herbs, Healing the World
In the video,
The boy picked a leaf from an unknown herb and gently placed it in his mouth to chew, perceiving the taste of the leaf with his tongue… Suddenly, he closed his eyes. After a moment, when he opened his eyes again, he said with a hint of disappointment, "Sure enough, I was thinking too much."
"I originally thought that since my Martial Soul was a Tongue Martial Soul, it might have something unique about it, perhaps capable of distinguishing the efficacy of medicinal ingredients. But it turned out to be useless."
The gap between fantasy and reality made the little boy extremely frustrated.
【So, this Tongue Martial Soul is truly just a tongue, with no other functions?】
【This must be the real Waste Martial Soul.】
【Even a Blue Silver Grass can at least entangle something. What can a tongue do?】
【His Innate full Soul Power is simply wasted on him!】
【What a waste of natural resources!】
A series of Bullet Comments flashed by, mostly expressing their pessimism about the boy.
In the video,
After discovering that his Tongue Martial Soul did not possess the imagined ability to distinguish medicinal effects, the boy was disappointed for a moment, then let it go. He then put on his carrying basket, preparing to continue gathering herbs. However, as soon as he walked out the door, he suddenly clutched his stomach and squatted to the ground, his face contorted in pain.
"What's going on? Could it be... that leaf I just ate was poisonous?" His face turned pale, startled by his own guess.
Fortunately, the intense pain came and went quickly.
Soon, the boy stood up as if nothing were wrong. Then he rushed straight to the outhouse!
The scene quickly transitioned, and the boy who reappeared had already come out of the outhouse.
He said with a face full of relief, "Good thing it wasn't a poisonous herb; it just causes diarrhea when eaten."
"I never knew this type of herb would cause diarrhea if eaten. Luckily, I didn't pick the wrong one to boil for Grandpa..."
"I need to remember what this herb looks like, to avoid forgetting it later."
Speaking of this, the boy paused. Then he slapped his head, a sudden realization dawning on him, "That's right! If I want to know the medicinal effects, wouldn't I find out by trying them myself?"
The boy quickly ran back to his room, then took out paper and pen, and with a simple pen, drew a rough sketch of the herb. After some thought, he said, "Since eating this herb causes severe abdominal pain and diarrhea, why not name it Diarrhea Grass?"
And so, he simply named that unknown herb. He then briefly wrote down the effects of ingesting it.
After that,
The boy began his death-courting journey.
It truly was courting death.
Everyone in the Live Broadcast Room was utterly convinced of this. Because this little fellow actually started searching everywhere for herbs, using his own body as a test subject to experiment with their medicinal properties.
Watching him in the video ingest various herbs of unknown medicinal effects, sometimes rolling on the ground in pain, sometimes covered in pustules, sometimes his face turning green, sometimes simply falling unconscious... Seeing him, at such a young age, daring to taste a hundred herbs and slowly summarize their medicinal properties, everyone couldn't help but be shocked by his perseverance.
For a child of only six years old to possess such perseverance was truly admirable.
And so, as time passed,
The boy in the video tried more and more herbs, and gradually summarized his own set of rules regarding the medicinal properties and generative and restrictive relationships of various herbs. He also compiled the medicinal herbs he had tasted over the years into a book.
He named this book—"Record of Hundred Herbs."
Slowly, by the time the boy turned 12, he was already a well-known doctor in the village and its surroundings.
He had tried all the plants around the village, including some common weeds that people normally wouldn't pay attention to, and even tree bark and tree leaves, confirming their medicinal properties. Therefore, when patients came to his door, once he understood their symptoms, he could cure their illnesses simply by using the corresponding herbs.
So, the people around him regarded him as a divine doctor.
However, the boy, now 12 years old, was gradually finding it hard to stay in this village. Because he had basically eaten and confirmed the medicinal properties of all the plants in the surrounding area. His medical skill had fallen into a bottleneck, and staying in this place would not lead to any further improvement.
So he decided to leave and venture out into the world!
And over these years, his grandpa's chronic illness had also been cured by him using medicinal herbs. Therefore, he left the village with peace of mind. In this impoverished and backward small village, as long as one wasn't too unlucky and didn't encounter any deranged Soul Masters, there would generally be no life-threatening danger. So the boy left with peace of mind.
Of course, before leaving, the boy did not forget to leave the "Record of Hundred Herbs," which he had painstakingly compiled over the years, to his grandpa, so that he could treat the people of the village in the future.
His grandpa was reluctant but knew that continuing to stay in this small village would only delay his grandson's future. So he could only bid him a tearful farewell.
After leaving the village,
The boy, only 12 years old, began his journey of walking and eating again.
Whenever he encountered an unfamiliar plant, he couldn't help but want to put it in his mouth to see what it tasted like.
In his vision, the "Record of Hundred Herbs" was a book that would never be finished. Because there are countless billions of plants in this world; perhaps he would never be able to fully understand the medicinal properties of all of them in his lifespan.
All he could do was record all the plants he saw before him into his "Record of Hundred Herbs," continuously perfecting this unparalleled medical tome.
Slowly, as his journey continued,
The boy gradually grew into a teenager, then a young man, middle-aged, and finally an old man… During this period, he healed and saved countless humans.
His footsteps almost covered the entire Douluo Continent, becoming a divine doctor who saved countless lives!
【Wait! This isn't right! This!】
【Didn't they say he was the Soul Master most skilled in the use of poison?】
【If I remember correctly, he didn't go to a Soul Master Academy, did he?】
【And isn't he a doctor? How would he be skilled in the use of poison?】
【It doesn't say he isn't a Soul Master here; let's keep watching.】
【Look, the scene has transitioned again!】
A series of Bullet Comments flashed by.
In the video,
After roughly summarizing what happened to Sun Zhongjing after he left the village, using just a few dozen simple scenes, new footage finally appeared.
At this point, Sun Zhongjing, who appeared in the scene, had transformed from a young boy into a white-haired elder.
He now possessed a youthful complexion despite his crane-white hair, kind eyes, a benevolent face, and a long white beard. He wore a simple white robe, held a walking stick in his hand, and carried a small carrying basket on his back for gathering herbs.
His entire being exuded a serene, ethereal, and otherworldly aura. To put it simply, he possessed an immortal aura!
He was now over 150 years old.
【My heavens, over 150 years old?】
【Can an ordinary person live that long? He must be a Soul Master!】
【And definitely a very powerful Soul Master!】
【Could he be a Titled Douluo?】
【Not necessarily. Some Soul Masters have very special Martial Souls that have a nourishing effect on the body, and thus, even if their cultivation is not high, their lifespan will be much longer than that of an ordinary person.】
【But wasn't his Martial Soul a Tongue Martial Soul?】
【Can that thing even be cultivated?】
【I don't get it...】
【Forget it, let's keep watching.】
【I believe the answer will be revealed soon.】
A series of Bullet Comments scrolled by; many people had noticed something was amiss but couldn't deduce the answer due to the lack of information.
(end of chapter)
In the video,
The boy picked a leaf from an unknown herb and gently placed it in his mouth to chew, perceiving the taste of the leaf with his tongue… Suddenly, he closed his eyes. After a moment, when he opened his eyes again, he said with a hint of disappointment, "Sure enough, I was thinking too much."
"I originally thought that since my Martial Soul was a Tongue Martial Soul, it might have something unique about it, perhaps capable of distinguishing the efficacy of medicinal ingredients. But it turned out to be useless."
The gap between fantasy and reality made the little boy extremely frustrated.
【So, this Tongue Martial Soul is truly just a tongue, with no other functions?】
【This must be the real Waste Martial Soul.】
【Even a Blue Silver Grass can at least entangle something. What can a tongue do?】
【His Innate full Soul Power is simply wasted on him!】
【What a waste of natural resources!】
A series of Bullet Comments flashed by, mostly expressing their pessimism about the boy.
In the video,
After discovering that his Tongue Martial Soul did not possess the imagined ability to distinguish medicinal effects, the boy was disappointed for a moment, then let it go. He then put on his carrying basket, preparing to continue gathering herbs. However, as soon as he walked out the door, he suddenly clutched his stomach and squatted to the ground, his face contorted in pain.
"What's going on? Could it be... that leaf I just ate was poisonous?" His face turned pale, startled by his own guess.
Fortunately, the intense pain came and went quickly.
Soon, the boy stood up as if nothing were wrong. Then he rushed straight to the outhouse!
The scene quickly transitioned, and the boy who reappeared had already come out of the outhouse.
He said with a face full of relief, "Good thing it wasn't a poisonous herb; it just causes diarrhea when eaten."
"I never knew this type of herb would cause diarrhea if eaten. Luckily, I didn't pick the wrong one to boil for Grandpa..."
"I need to remember what this herb looks like, to avoid forgetting it later."
Speaking of this, the boy paused. Then he slapped his head, a sudden realization dawning on him, "That's right! If I want to know the medicinal effects, wouldn't I find out by trying them myself?"
The boy quickly ran back to his room, then took out paper and pen, and with a simple pen, drew a rough sketch of the herb. After some thought, he said, "Since eating this herb causes severe abdominal pain and diarrhea, why not name it Diarrhea Grass?"
And so, he simply named that unknown herb. He then briefly wrote down the effects of ingesting it.
After that,
The boy began his death-courting journey.
It truly was courting death.
Everyone in the Live Broadcast Room was utterly convinced of this. Because this little fellow actually started searching everywhere for herbs, using his own body as a test subject to experiment with their medicinal properties.
Watching him in the video ingest various herbs of unknown medicinal effects, sometimes rolling on the ground in pain, sometimes covered in pustules, sometimes his face turning green, sometimes simply falling unconscious... Seeing him, at such a young age, daring to taste a hundred herbs and slowly summarize their medicinal properties, everyone couldn't help but be shocked by his perseverance.
For a child of only six years old to possess such perseverance was truly admirable.
And so, as time passed,
The boy in the video tried more and more herbs, and gradually summarized his own set of rules regarding the medicinal properties and generative and restrictive relationships of various herbs. He also compiled the medicinal herbs he had tasted over the years into a book.
He named this book—"Record of Hundred Herbs."
Slowly, by the time the boy turned 12, he was already a well-known doctor in the village and its surroundings.
He had tried all the plants around the village, including some common weeds that people normally wouldn't pay attention to, and even tree bark and tree leaves, confirming their medicinal properties. Therefore, when patients came to his door, once he understood their symptoms, he could cure their illnesses simply by using the corresponding herbs.
So, the people around him regarded him as a divine doctor.
However, the boy, now 12 years old, was gradually finding it hard to stay in this village. Because he had basically eaten and confirmed the medicinal properties of all the plants in the surrounding area. His medical skill had fallen into a bottleneck, and staying in this place would not lead to any further improvement.
So he decided to leave and venture out into the world!
And over these years, his grandpa's chronic illness had also been cured by him using medicinal herbs. Therefore, he left the village with peace of mind. In this impoverished and backward small village, as long as one wasn't too unlucky and didn't encounter any deranged Soul Masters, there would generally be no life-threatening danger. So the boy left with peace of mind.
Of course, before leaving, the boy did not forget to leave the "Record of Hundred Herbs," which he had painstakingly compiled over the years, to his grandpa, so that he could treat the people of the village in the future.
His grandpa was reluctant but knew that continuing to stay in this small village would only delay his grandson's future. So he could only bid him a tearful farewell.
After leaving the village,
The boy, only 12 years old, began his journey of walking and eating again.
Whenever he encountered an unfamiliar plant, he couldn't help but want to put it in his mouth to see what it tasted like.
In his vision, the "Record of Hundred Herbs" was a book that would never be finished. Because there are countless billions of plants in this world; perhaps he would never be able to fully understand the medicinal properties of all of them in his lifespan.
All he could do was record all the plants he saw before him into his "Record of Hundred Herbs," continuously perfecting this unparalleled medical tome.
Slowly, as his journey continued,
The boy gradually grew into a teenager, then a young man, middle-aged, and finally an old man… During this period, he healed and saved countless humans.
His footsteps almost covered the entire Douluo Continent, becoming a divine doctor who saved countless lives!
【Wait! This isn't right! This!】
【Didn't they say he was the Soul Master most skilled in the use of poison?】
【If I remember correctly, he didn't go to a Soul Master Academy, did he?】
【And isn't he a doctor? How would he be skilled in the use of poison?】
【It doesn't say he isn't a Soul Master here; let's keep watching.】
【Look, the scene has transitioned again!】
A series of Bullet Comments flashed by.
In the video,
After roughly summarizing what happened to Sun Zhongjing after he left the village, using just a few dozen simple scenes, new footage finally appeared.
At this point, Sun Zhongjing, who appeared in the scene, had transformed from a young boy into a white-haired elder.
He now possessed a youthful complexion despite his crane-white hair, kind eyes, a benevolent face, and a long white beard. He wore a simple white robe, held a walking stick in his hand, and carried a small carrying basket on his back for gathering herbs.
His entire being exuded a serene, ethereal, and otherworldly aura. To put it simply, he possessed an immortal aura!
He was now over 150 years old.
【My heavens, over 150 years old?】
【Can an ordinary person live that long? He must be a Soul Master!】
【And definitely a very powerful Soul Master!】
【Could he be a Titled Douluo?】
【Not necessarily. Some Soul Masters have very special Martial Souls that have a nourishing effect on the body, and thus, even if their cultivation is not high, their lifespan will be much longer than that of an ordinary person.】
【But wasn't his Martial Soul a Tongue Martial Soul?】
【Can that thing even be cultivated?】
【I don't get it...】
【Forget it, let's keep watching.】
【I believe the answer will be revealed soon.】
A series of Bullet Comments scrolled by; many people had noticed something was amiss but couldn't deduce the answer due to the lack of information.
(end of chapter)
