Douluo: Jianmu Martial Soul, Am I an Abomination of Abundance?

These medicines had originally been sold to the children of various Spirit Master families for medicinal baths during cultivation. Their quality was excellent, and many even contained traces of natural Soul Power. Using them to treat illnesses and save lives was complete overkill.

Unless a ten-thousand-year or even hundred-thousand-year Rat King unleashed a plague in the future, a few doses during the early stages of the current rat plague would basically cure it immediately. If the disease had progressed to its later stages, other methods would be needed to assist.

On the vast Obsidian Land, Mu Ci stood inside a wooden house formed by a plant Martial Soul, watching Reed distribute the prepared medicine. He let out a long breath.

With the medicine to help, he could now recover his Soul Power without worry. Then he could go out and use his soul skills to save people.

Walking out of the treehouse, Mu Ci took over from a Spirit Master whose Soul Power had been depleted and began treating patients.

Three hours had passed since the villagers of Libu Village had been moved onto this Obsidian Land. In that time, Mu Ci's Soul Power had been depleted and restored three times already.

He skillfully activated his soul skill. A pale green barrier began to envelop everyone as Abundance Power penetrated the affected areas and cleansed away the filth.

Feeling the fluctuations fed back by his soul skill, Mu Ci fell into thought. Rather than having Healing Aura treat everyone equally—

Turning severely ill patients into moderately ill ones required at least two treatments before the rat plague could be suppressed to its early stage.

If the number of patients within range increased, the process would become even slower.

It would be better to concentrate the soul skill's effects and enhance its healing on a single target, directly turning a severely ill patient into an early-stage patient. It might consume more Soul Power, but the efficiency would rise.

For patients in the early stages of the rat plague, the source of the disease had already been removed from within. With Spirit Hall's support-type Spirit Masters and medicine, there would be no problem at all.

He acted as soon as he thought of it. Recalling the Healing Aura that was treating everyone, he began carefully controlling his soul skill with his mind, gathering the aura that should have spread outward into his hand.

Altering a soul skill was difficult at first. Every activation would uncontrollably spread outward and form a barrier.

After experimenting for a while, Mu Ci found that it would not work, so he tried approaching it from another angle.

Since it was temporarily difficult to change the soul skill by having the Martial Soul lead the Soul Ring, he would use Path Power to lead the release of the soul skill instead.

Previously, Mu Ci had always treated Abundance Power as a buff that enhanced the effects after he released a soul skill. Now, he would have this power replace the Martial Soul and directly release the soul skill, with the Martial Soul serving as support.

Within the intangible Martial Soul space, countless strands of Path Power began flowing toward the Soul Ring under Mu Ci's mental control.

Though he was activating the same soul skill, this felt completely different to Mu Ci. It was as though the Martial Soul had granted him authority over the Soul Ring, making everything exceptionally easy.

Emerald-green motes of light gathered in his hand, gradually condensing into a Soul Power construct resembling an ear of wheat. Perhaps due to his cultivation, the construct was not very clear and appeared somewhat illusory.

Looking at the emerald-green wheat stalk in his hand, Mu Ci was curious about its effect, so he walked over to a patient waiting for treatment.

Looking at the villager before him, tormented by illness, he waved the wheat stalk in his hand. A stream of emerald radiance washed directly over the other person.

"Ah!" The villager bathed in the light let out a groan, though it was impossible to tell whether it came from pain or comfort.

Within the green light, the villager's blue-black complexion began to recover. The bloodshot eyes gradually lost their redness and regained clarity.

The nearly invisible germs also revealed themselves under the effects of Abundance Power.

Strands of gray mist emerged from the villager's chest, only to be destroyed by the emerald divine light.

In less than fifteen minutes, the patient who had been critically ill had become an ordinary person who was merely somewhat weak.

The cured villager stared at his hands in disbelief. He truly had not expected that he would be able to survive.

Everyone watching from the side was dumbfounded, whether they were ordinary villagers and soldiers or Spirit Hall deacons who were Spirit Masters.

Everyone had been here for half the day and had gained some understanding of this epidemic caused by rat-type Soul Beasts. Calling it extremely troublesome would not be an exaggeration.

If such an epidemic occurred elsewhere, and there were no support-type Spirit Masters at the Spirit King level or above nearby to provide treatment—

To prevent it from spreading on a massive scale, the best option would be to seal off the area immediately.

So witnessing this scene was simply witnessing a miracle.

Most people's gazes shifted from the patient who had just been treated to Mu Ci, who was still healing others, and they became even more astonished.

How could it not be called a miracle when a One-Ring Spirit Master could accomplish something like this?

However, although Lin Ya was also amazed by the soul skill's effect, she felt relieved when she thought of the Deity in the sky.

It was just that her grandson's soul skill was far too astonishing. The soldiers and villagers might not understand, but the Spirit Hall deacons were all graduates of proper Soul Master Academies.

Such an effect, one that exceeded common sense, would definitely spread and be discussed.

Fortunately, everyone present was an old subordinate of Lin Ya's from Godwood City. Even the youngest had served for more than ten years. She would have a proper talk with them afterward and tell them not to publicize this matter.

Wanting to Teach Medicine

Two days later, Mu Mansion's bedroom.

Mu Ci sat at his desk, writing rapidly as he summarized the events of the previous two days and his newfound understanding of Martial Souls and Path Power during this plague.

Two days ago, he had used Path Power to activate a soul skill, producing a different change. It was equivalent to using the soul skill a second time.

Mu Ci had always believed that the Abundant World Tree Martial Soul was the most important thing, the foundation that generated Path Power.

After all, this was Douluo Continent, where Martial Souls were every Spirit Master's most important reliance. Yet the treatments of the past two days had overturned that belief.

He had gotten their importance backward.

Path Power was his most important trump card in this world, while his so-called Abundant World Tree Martial Soul was merely the product of Abundance Power becoming compatible with this world's laws.

The Ambrosial Arbor was only an outward appearance, the external manifestation of the Path of Abundance within this universe. The Path itself was the root.

As for the so-called Abundance God Fruit, it was merely a crystal condensed when Abundance Power increased.

In terms of the Douluo Universe, Martial Souls were simply methods of stepping onto the path of transcendence. They could be beads or crowns, but regardless of what they were, they were far less important than the laws of the Great Dao.

The laws of the Great Dao were the steps to godhood in this universe.

They were also his greatest trump card for the future, ensuring that he would not need to be bound by the God Realm's inherited Godhood.

Having understood this, Mu Ci felt enlightened and adjusted the balance of his future cultivation priorities.

Knock, knock, knock~

"Young Master, several people are waiting outside Mu Mansion to see you. They said they have come to thank you for saving their lives. Should I turn them away?" A knock sounded at the bedroom door, followed by a maid's question.

Hearing the question, Mu Ci, who had been bent over the desk in thought, considered for a moment before replying, "Take them somewhere to rest first. I'll be there shortly."

As the footsteps gradually faded away, Mu Ci prepared to change clothes and meet them. He could also ask about the village's situation.

Outside Mu Mansion.

Du Lan waited anxiously at the entrance with two men from his village, occasionally glancing around.

"You three, come with me. Young Master will see you shortly." At that moment, the maid who had relayed the message arrived, startling the uneasy trio.

The three followed behind the maid, passed through the gates of Mu Mansion, and arrived at a side hall.

"Please sit for a moment. I'll prepare some tea for you. Young Master will be here soon." After saying that, the maid went out to prepare tea for them.

The three looked at one another, unsure of what to do.

Whether it was the furnishings in the room or the sights they had encountered along the way, everything shook them deeply. The difference between their worlds left them at a loss.

The grand estate, the magnificent cluster of buildings, the incomprehensible Soul Tools—none of it had ever been seen by people like them, who had grown up in the mountains.

At that moment, one villager looked toward Lei Hu with a hint of fear in his eyes and said softly, "Village Chief, do you think..."

Before he could finish, Mu Ci's voice reached them.

"Why are you all standing around? Hurry up and sit. You've just recovered from a serious illness, so you need to be careful."

Taking his seat at the head of the room, Mu Ci watched as the men shoved one another before finally sitting down on the sofa, so tense that it was as though they were sitting on hot iron.

To keep the atmosphere from continuing like this, Mu Ci took the initiative and said, "You've only just recovered from a serious illness. Why aren't you at home recuperating and taking care of your families? Why did you come looking for me?"

Du Lan opened his mouth, unsure how to begin.

Just then, the maid came over carrying several cups of tea and placed them on the table.

Mu Ci waved a hand, signaling for Lei Hu to take a drink before speaking.

Du Lan took a sip of water, drew a deep breath, and said bitterly, "Benefactor, when we first came, we wanted to repay you. We wanted to use the rest of our lives to repay your kindness in saving us. After all, other than ourselves, we have nothing else to offer in return."

After pausing for several breaths, he continued, "But after learning of your identity, Benefactor, those words became difficult to say."

Mu Ci took a sip of tea and looked at the four of them. "You should know that I did not save you in order to make you repay me. I have never had such thoughts."

"No matter which village it was that day, no matter who the people were, as long as I encountered them and could save them, I certainly would."

Du Lan nodded, somewhat agitated. "Of course we know that you seek no repayment, but we truly cannot feel at ease about it."

Looking at these agitated men, Mu Ci understood their intentions somewhat. Their thoughts were simple and sincere: a kindness received had to be repaid.

After remaining silent for a while, Mu Ci asked in a low voice, "Do you truly want to repay me? Would you do anything?"

Du Lan paused, then nodded solemnly. "Anything. Even if you wish to take back this life."

After saying this, the other two also nodded with equal solemnity.

"Good!"

Mu Ci nodded and praised them. Then, meeting their eyes directly, he voiced the thought that had lingered in his mind for the past two days.

"Do you want to become physicians? Do you want to learn how to treat illnesses and save people?"

He had not said this on a whim. It was an idea he had carefully considered during the past two days of rest.

Since Martial Soul Awakening, Mu Ci had felt far less pressure from Tang San and the Deities, giving him much more to think about.

Having finally transmigrated once, did he not want to accomplish something? Tang San should not be his ultimate goal, but merely a passerby on the path of his life.

After the experience of saving the plague-stricken village, Mu Ci had confirmed his idea. He wanted to spread the medical way of treating illnesses and saving lives throughout this world.

Treating illnesses and saving lives should not be the work of support-type Spirit Masters alone. That would only make this path distorted and slow to develop.

Instead, it should be spread widely, allowing ordinary people with the desire to learn. Everyone could become a physician, and everyone could treat illnesses and save lives.

Moreover, as the source of the Path in this world, perhaps he could also receive the expansion and growth of the Path.

Others practiced medicine and pursued the Dao, while he could collect a tax and gain rewards as well.

It so happened that he had been a medical student in his previous life. Unfortunately, before he graduated, he had been sent here while playing a game.

After unexpectedly transmigrating here, many of his everyday memories had become blurry, but his memories concerning medical texts remained exceptionally clear.

After Martial Soul Awakening, once he possessed Path Power, he gradually came to understand medical knowledge that he had completely failed to grasp before. He could even develop new theories based on the bodies of Douluo people, as though aided by the gods.

Hearing this, Du Lan and the other two exchanged awkward glances and said quietly, "Benefactor, whatever you tell us to do, we will do it. But becoming physicians... we cannot even read."

Mu Ci shook his head. "That doesn't matter. Three days from now, I will open a medical clinic in the commoners' district of the outer city. You can come then. If anyone from your village is willing to learn as well, they can come too. I will teach you all together."