There was a Ji City on the Southern Side of the Earth Immortal Realm, somewhat more prosperous than Taihao's city.
The streets were paved with Bluestone Slabs, and wooden signs hung outside the shops on both sides. There were shops selling grain, cloth, pottery—everything one could need.
More than ten thousand people lived in the city, making their living through Agriculture and trade.
Shennong was reincarnated into an ordinary farming family in this city.
On the day he was born, all the medicinal herbs in the courtyard bloomed.
It was not unusual for spring herbs to bloom, but herbs of summer, autumn, and winter bloomed at the same time, crowding the entire courtyard. Their fragrance drifted for miles.
The midwife held the infant and clicked her tongue in amazement.
"This child will surely be destined for medicinal herbs."
Shennong had been frail and sickly in his childhood.
His childhood was even harsher than Taihao's.
His health was poor, and he fell ill every few days.
Sometimes he had a fever, his entire body burning hot as if he had been roasted over a fire.
Sometimes he coughed so badly that he could not sleep all night, with streaks of blood in his phlegm. Sometimes his stomach hurt so much that he rolled back and forth on the bed, soaking the blanket with cold sweat.
The Witch Doctor in the city had examined him and shaken his head, saying the child would not live long.
Shennong's mother refused to believe it. Every day before dawn, she rose to cook porridge with the best rice she could find in the city, making it thick before feeding it to Shennong spoonful by spoonful.
At night, she did not dare sleep deeply. Every so often, she would reach out and touch Shennong's forehead, afraid