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These medicines were originally sold to the disciples of various Soul Master families for cultivation and medicinal baths. They were of excellent quality, and many even contained a trace of natural soul power. Their quality was so high that they were far beyond what was required for treating illnesses and saving lives.
Unless a rat king of ten thousand or even one hundred thousand years old launches a plague in the future, the current level of plague can be cured by taking a few doses in the early stages of the disease. If the disease progresses to the later stages, other methods will be needed to assist in treatment.
On the vast obsidian land, Mu Ci stood in the wooden house shaped by her plant martial spirit, watching Reed distribute the brewed medicine, and let out a long sigh of relief.
With the help of the medicine, I can now safely recover my soul power and then go out to use my soul skills to save people.
Stepping out of the treehouse, Mu Ci took over the treatment of a Soul Master who had exhausted his Soul Power.
Three hours have passed since the villagers of Libu Village moved to this obsidian land, and Mu Ci's soul power has been depleted and restored three times.
Skillfully activating their soul skills, a pale green light barrier began to envelop everyone, and abundant power began to penetrate deep into the lesions, cleansing away the impurities.
Feeling the fluctuations from the feedback of the soul skill, Mu Ci fell into deep thought, considering whether to treat the healing aura equally.
Treating severely ill patients down to moderate cases requires at least two treatments to suppress the plague to its initial stage.
If the number of patients in the area increases, the speed will be even slower.
Instead of focusing on the effects of soul skills, we could concentrate them to increase the healing effect on a single target, turning a critically ill patient into an early-stage patient. This might consume more soul power, but the efficiency would be higher.
In the early stages of the plague, the lesions have already been eliminated from the inside, and with the assistance of the Spirit Hall's support spirit masters and the medicine, there is absolutely no problem.
Without hesitation, he withdrew the halo that was currently healing and began to carefully control his soul skill, gathering the halo that should have spread outwards into his hand.
It was very difficult to change the soul skill at first, as it would spread outward uncontrollably each time it was released, forming a light shield.
After experimenting for a while, Mu Ci realized it wouldn't work, so she tried a different angle.
Since it's difficult to change the fact that the spirit rings are dominated by the martial spirit for the time being, then let's use the power of destiny to guide the release of spirit skills.
Previously, Mu Ci used the Power of Abundance as an amplification buff, increasing the effect after releasing a soul skill. Now, she lets this power replace the martial soul, directly releasing soul skills and letting the martial soul serve as an auxiliary.
In the void of the Martial Soul space, countless strands of destiny power, under Mu Ci's mental manipulation, began to be directed towards the Soul Ring.
Although it was the same soul skill, the feeling this time was very different for Mu Ci. It was as if his martial soul had given him the authority to manipulate the soul rings, making it extremely easy.
Emerald green light gathered in his hand, gradually condensing into a soul power creation resembling an ear of wheat. Perhaps due to his cultivation level, this soul power creation was not very clear and appeared somewhat illusory.
Looking at the bright green wheat ears in her hand, Mu Ci was curious about their effects, so she walked up to a patient who was waiting for treatment.
Looking at the villagers suffering from illness in front of him, he waved the wheat in his hand, and a beam of emerald light rushed directly towards them.
"Ah!" The villager, bathed in the light, let out a groan, whether from pain or pleasure.
In the azure light, the villagers' dark complexions began to return to normal, and their bloodshot eyes began to clear.
Even pathogens that were originally invisible became visible under the influence of the power of abundance.
Wisps of gray mist emerged from his chest, only to be annihilated by the emerald light.
In less than fifteen minutes, the critically ill patient became a slightly weak but normal person.
The villagers who had been cured looked at their hands in disbelief, never expecting that they could still survive.
Everyone who witnessed this scene was dumbfounded, whether they were ordinary villagers and soldiers or Soul Masters and deacons of the Spirit Hall.
Everyone has been here for half a day and has some understanding of this epidemic caused by rat-like spirit beasts. It's no exaggeration to say that it's extremely troublesome.
If this epidemic also occurs in other places, and there are no Soul King-level or higher support Soul Masters nearby to provide treatment.
To prevent a large-scale spread of the virus, implementing a complete lockdown is the best option.
So seeing this scene is nothing short of a miracle.
Most people's attention shifted from the patient to Mu Ci, who was receiving treatment, and they were even more surprised.
For a Soul Master at the first level to achieve such a feat, how can it not be called a miracle?
However, when Lin Ya saw the scene before her, although she was surprised by the effect of the soul skill, she understood when she thought of the deity in the sky.
However, the effects of his grandson's soul skill were simply too astonishing. The soldiers and villagers didn't understand, but the deacons of the Spirit Hall were graduates of a regular soul master academy.
This effect, which defies common sense, is bound to spread and be discussed.
Fortunately, everyone present was one of Lin Ya's old subordinates from Shenmu City, the youngest of whom had served for over ten years. She would have a good talk with them later and not publicize the matter.
Chapter 16: Wanting to impart medical skills
Two days later, in the bedroom of the Mu family mansion.
Mu Ci was writing furiously at his desk, summarizing the events of the past two days and his new understanding of martial spirits and the power of destiny during this plague.
Two days ago, he used the power of destiny to activate his soul skill, which produced a different change, equivalent to a second use of the soul skill.
Mu Ci always believed that the Abundant Jianmu Martial Soul was the most important thing, the foundation for generating the power of destiny.
After all, this is the Douluo Continent, where martial spirits are the most important asset for every soul master. However, the treatment he received over the past two days has made him overturn this idea.
He got the two things backwards.
The power of destiny is his most important trump card in this world, while his so-called Abundant Jianmu Martial Soul is merely a product of the compatibility between the power of abundance and the laws of this world.
Jianmu is merely a manifestation, an external embodiment of a bountiful destiny in this universe; destiny itself is the root.
As for the so-called Abundant Divine Fruit, it is nothing more than the crystallization formed when the power of abundance is enhanced.
To put it in the context of the Douluo Universe, a martial soul is merely a means to achieve transcendence. It could be a bead or a crown, but whatever it is, it is far less important than the laws of the Great Dao.
The Great Dao and its laws are the path to godhood in this universe.
It is also the best trump card for him to not be bound by the inheritance of divine positions in the divine realm in the future.
Having figured this out, Mu Ci suddenly understood and began to balance her focus in her future cultivation.
"Dong Dong Dong~"
"Young Master, there are a few people at the Mu residence who want to see you. They say they've come to thank you for saving their lives. Should I turn them away?" A knock came from the bedroom door, followed by a maid's question.
Hearing the question, Mu Ci, who was deep in thought, thought for a moment and replied, "Take the person to rest first, I'll be there in a bit."
Hearing the footsteps gradually fade away, Mu Ci prepared to change her clothes and go see them, and also inquire about the situation in the village.
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In front of the Mu Mansion.
Du Lan, accompanied by two men from the same village, waited anxiously in front of the door, glancing around every now and then.
"You lot, come with me. The young master wants to see you soon." At this moment, the maid who brought the message arrived, startling the three uneasy men.
The three people followed the maid through the main gate of the Mu residence and arrived at a side hall.
"Please have a seat. I'll go serve you some tea. The young master will be here soon," the maid said, and went out to prepare the tea for them.
The three of them looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
Whether it's the furniture in their room now or the sights they've encountered along the way, the world's stark contrasts have left them bewildered.
The magnificent manor, the splendid buildings, the mysterious soul tools—everything was something they had never seen before, having grown up in the mountains.
At this moment, a villager looked at Lei Hu with a hint of fear in his eyes and whispered, "Village Chief, what do you say..."
But before he could finish speaking, Mu Ci's voice came over.
"Why are you all standing? Sit down quickly. You've just recovered from a serious illness, so you should be careful."
Sitting down in the main seat, Mu Ci watched as the others pushed and shoved each other to sit on the sofa, as if they were sitting on a branding iron.
To prevent the atmosphere from escalating, Mu Ci took the initiative to start a conversation, saying, "You've just recovered from a serious illness, why aren't you at home resting and taking care of your families? Why are you coming to see me?"
Du Lan opened her mouth, unsure of how to begin.
Just then, a maid brought over several cups of tea and placed them on the table.
Mu Ci waved his hand, signaling Lei Hu to drink some water before continuing.
Du Lan took a sip of water, took a deep breath, and said with some bitterness, "Benefactor, we actually came here at first to repay you, to repay your life-saving grace with our whole lives. After all, we have no other way to repay you except ourselves."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, ever since we learned of your identity, benefactor, we haven't been able to say those words quite often."
Mu Ci took a sip of tea, looked at the four of them, and said, "You should know that I saved you not so that you would repay me, and I have never had such an idea."
"No matter which village it is or who the people are, if I encounter them, I will definitely save them if I can."
Du Lan nodded, somewhat excitedly saying, "Of course we know you don't ask for anything in return, but we really feel bad about it."
Looking at these somewhat agitated men, Mu Ci understood their meaning: a simple and unpretentious idea—to repay kindness.
After a moment of silence, Mu Ci asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to repay me? You'll do anything?"
Du Lan paused for a moment, then nodded solemnly and said, "I'll do anything, even if you want to take back this life."
After he finished speaking, the other two nodded solemnly as well.
"it is good!"
Mu Ci nodded, said "Okay," and then looked directly into their eyes, expressing the thoughts that had been swirling in her mind for the past two days.
Do you want to be doctors? Do you want to learn how to treat illnesses and save lives?
These words were not spoken on a whim by Mu Ci, but rather were thoughts she had carefully considered during her two days of rest.
Since awakening her martial soul, Mu Ci has felt less pressure from Tang San and the gods, and has been thinking more deeply.
Having finally managed to travel through time, shouldn't he want to do something? Tang San shouldn't be the ultimate goal, but rather a passerby on his life's journey.
After this experience of saving the plague-stricken village, Mu Ci became certain of his idea: he wanted to spread the medical knowledge of healing and saving lives throughout the world.
Healing and saving lives should not be the responsibility of support-type Soul Masters; doing so would only distort this path and slow its development.
Instead, we should spread this message so that ordinary people who are interested can learn it, and everyone can become a doctor and heal the sick.
Moreover, as the source of destiny in this world, he may also receive the expansion and growth of destiny.
He can collect a tax and receive a reward from others who practice medicine.
In his previous life, he was a medical student, but he was sent here before he graduated from university, while he was playing video games.
After his unexpected transmigration, many of his daily memories became blurred, but his memories of medical books remained exceptionally clear.
After awakening their Martial Soul, they gained the power of destiny, and gradually came to understand medical knowledge that they had never known before. They could even deduce new theories based on the bodies of Douluo people, as if divinely aided.
Upon hearing this, Du Lan and the other two looked at each other somewhat awkwardly and whispered, "Benefactor, we will do whatever you tell us to do, but this doctor... we can't even read."
Mu Ci shook his head and said, "It's alright. In three days, I will open a clinic in the outer city's commoner district. You can come over then. If there are any people in your village who are willing to learn, they can come over too, and I will teach them together."