" Father God!"
Di Xuan was the first to react, and immediately bowed respectfully, his voice full of reverence.
"Greetings, Father God!"
The Three Ancestors and other tribal leaders were even more excited to see Lin Tian arrive, and they all bowed in greeting.
Qian Yu stood there, stunned, her eyes wide open.
"Senior... is actually... Father God...?"
He never dreamed that the senior who casually bestowed upon him this opportunity eight hundred years ago was actually the legendary Father God Lin Tian!
Lin Tian smiled and waved his hand, "Get up, everyone, no need for formalities."
His gaze shifted to Qian Yu, who was still in a daze. "Kid, what's wrong? Don't you recognize me?"
Qian Yu finally came to her senses and knelt down with a thud, her voice trembling, "Greetings, Father God! I... I didn't know it was you..."
"It's alright." Lin Tian gently raised his hand, and a gentle force lifted Qian Yu up. "It's normal that you've never seen me before and don't recognize me."
His gaze swept over the eight grass baskets behind Qian Yu, his eyes filled with approval. "Have you gathered all the herbs to treat the plague?"
At the mention of herbs, Qian Yu's eyes immediately lit up.
"Yes, Father God."
He nodded excitedly, walked quickly to the basket, and carefully took out several herbs of various shapes and sizes:
" Father God, look, this is the Heart-Corroding Grass, which is potent but can resolve the stagnation of plague; this is the Azure Mist Flower, which, when used with morning dew, can neutralize the toxicity of the Heart-Corroding Grass; this is the Crimson Sun Root, which can enhance the body's Yang energy and help resist pathogens..."
He then took out the book Lin Tian had given him earlier from his bosom, and handed it to Lin Tian with both hands. "This book records the properties and effects of 365 kinds of herbs, and I have verified them all. With these, our human race will no longer have to fear the suffering of disease!"
Lin Tian took the notebook, casually flipped through a few pages, and nodded with satisfaction. "For eight hundred years, you have traveled across mountains and rivers, tasted all kinds of herbs, and found a way to survive for humankind. Very good, excellent!"
Actually, I've been watching you all along.
"Otherwise, do you think you've never encountered a powerful demonic beast with your meager cultivation level?"
Qian Yu immediately came to her senses, "I see."
Although he had some suspicions, he never expected that it was indeed the Father God secretly helping him.
"Thank you so much for your help, Father God. I am Qian Yu grateful."
Lin Tian smiled slightly and turned to Di Xuan, saying, "Now that we've gathered all the herbs to treat the plague, the rest is up to you."
"Yes, Father God!" Di Xuan replied hastily.
The Father God still cares about humanity and is secretly supporting another person. Unfortunately, I haven't made any progress over the years.
I have truly failed to live up to the expectations of Father God.
Di Xuan shook his head, no longer thinking about it, and immediately began to arrange manpower.
"Wait!" Qian Yu said hurriedly, "Let me come along! I know the properties, compatibility, and decoction methods of these herbs like the back of my hand. Besides, the appearance of herbs may vary slightly from place to place, so I can guide you in identifying them on the spot."
Di Xuan looked at Lin Tian and saw that the Father God nodded slightly, so he agreed to Qian Yu's request.
In the days that followed, Di Xuan personally led Qian Yu and the Three Ancestors on a journey through various human tribes.
He does everything personally and tries to do his best.
Whenever they visited a tribe, Qian Yu would first lead the tribespeople to identify the local herbs, explaining in detail the properties, flavors, meridians, effects, and uses of each herb.
Then they were taught step by step how to combine and decoct the medicine, and how to adjust the prescription according to the different symptoms of the patients.
"Remember, the Heart-Corroding Grass must be diluted with morning dew, otherwise it will damage the heart meridian." Qian Yu patiently repeated the key points to a tribe. " The Azure Mist Flower is most effective when picked before sunrise."
Sometimes, when encountering critically ill patients, Qian Yu would personally examine their pulse and adjust the prescription.
He not only treated the plague, but also passed on his medical experience accumulated over eight hundred years to his people.
"For this kind of fever and cough, you can use forsythia with mint; for that kind of abdominal pain and diarrhea, you should use coptis with costus root." He explained as he treated the clansmen.
"Thank you, sir!"
"Thank you, sir!"
Everyone bowed in gratitude, but Qian Yu shook his head, indicating that he was just an ordinary human.
Under Qian Yu's careful guidance, the plague that had ravaged the human race for eight hundred years subsided at a visible rate.
Good news came from one tribe after another: the bluish-black spots on the infected people gradually faded, and their weak bodies grew stronger day by day.
"Lord Qian Yu, my husband can walk again!" A woman excitedly pulled her newly recovered husband and kowtowed to Qian Yu in gratitude.
"Lord Qian Yu, the last three patients in our tribe have also recovered!" A young tribesman rushed in to report, his face beaming with joy.
Ten years later, when Qian Yu Di Xuan returned to the Human Ancestral Land, the plague had been completely eradicated from the entire human territory.
Lin Tian looked at Qian Yu, who appeared travel-worn and slightly tired, and nodded approvingly. "You did a great job."
He turned to Di Xuan, his voice solemn. "Announcing to the entire human race: Qian Yu has found a cure for the disease and relieved the plague for the human race, his merits are immeasurable. He is hereby conferred the title of the fourth ancestor of the human race, bestowed the name ' Shennong,' and the title ' Medicine Ancestor '!"
As soon as he finished speaking, auspicious clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, radiating golden light.
Qian Yu's actions have promoted the development of the Heavenly Dao, and he should be rewarded with merit.
A vast golden light of merit descended from the sky, splitting into two. The larger portion fell into Qian Yu's body, while the smaller portion merged into the book in his hand.
Lin Tian smiled faintly, "Not bad. The human race has gained another powerful figure."
Qian Yu felt a jolt throughout his body, and his martial arts cultivation level rose steadily.
He progressed through the middle, late, and peak stages of the Dharma Aspect Realm, eventually breaking through to a completely new realm— the Martial Domain Realm!
The book in his hand was also transformed under the golden light of merit, and four large, glittering golden characters appeared on the cover: < Shen Nong's Herbal Classic >.
Watching this scene, Lin Tian said with satisfaction, "From now on, when humans fall ill, they will no longer have to rely solely on martial artists for treatment. Ordinary people can also heal themselves with herbs. The * Shen Nong's Herbal Classic * will become the sacred medical text of the human race, passed down through generations."
Qian Yu —now Shennong —felt the surging power within him, looked at the gleaming " Shen Nong's Herbal Classic " in his hand, and tears welled in his eyes.
He bowed deeply to Lin Tian:
" Shennong will do his utmost to spread herbal knowledge to every corner of the human race, so that our people may be forever free from the suffering of disease!"
"Greetings, Medicine Ancestor!"
Within the ancestral land, the tribal chiefs were extremely excited, having witnessed the birth of the fourth ancestor of the human race.
Judging from Qian Yu's deeds, he truly deserves the title of the fourth ancestor of the human race.
From then on, Shennong, the fourth ancestor of the human race, was active among various human tribes.
Each tribe of the human race built an ancestral temple, which enshrined the clay statues of Nuwa, Lin Tian, Di Xuan, Yue Yao, and the four ancestors.
From this point on, the human tribes kept this in mind and never forgot the path they had taken.
Every member of the tribe will remember the heroes of the human race.
He was no longer just a disheveled herb gatherer, but a revered Medicine Ancestor.
On the shores of the East China Sea, he taught fishermen to identify medicinal plants along the coast.
At the foot of Xishan Mountain, he guided the local villagers in picking precious medicinal herbs growing on the cliffs.
In the snowy northern plains, he discovered a batch of cold-resistant medicinal herbs, solving the problem of northern tribes having no medicine available during the winter.
"The essence of herbal medicine lies in adapting to local conditions." Shennong patiently taught every willing member of his tribe, "The same disease may require different medications in different regions and seasons."
He also established the tradition of "tasting herbs to identify their properties," teaching his people how to identify the properties of herbs by observing, smelling, and tasting them.
"Sour enters the liver, bitter enters the heart, sweet enters the spleen, pungent enters the lungs, and salty enters the kidneys." He composed a rhyming verse so that ordinary people in his tribe could also understand the theory of herbal medicine's meridian tropism.
A century later, humanity had established a complete medical system.
Shennong himself maintained a simple lifestyle, carrying a grass basket and leaning on a wooden staff, walking among the mountains and marshes of the human race, continuing his unfinished exploration.
Occasionally, he would look up at the sky and recall the day eight hundred years ago that changed his fate, and the earnest teachings of that senior in green robes.
" Father God, I have not let you down."
He said softly, then continued walking forward, searching for the next herb.