Shennong Tastes the Hundred Herbs

Within Biyou Palace, sword intent permeated every corner, outlining a great river of the Dao for Lu Chen to comprehend.

This was Tongtian's compensation to Lu Chen.

Elsewhere, Jin Ling, following Lu Chen's guidance, had also found Shennong within the Jiang Clan Tribe.

Shennong was unlike Fuxi, who had been born with tempered blood, possessed extraordinary talent in Martial Dao, and radiated brilliance.

Instead, he seemed somewhat plain and unadorned. If not for the purple qi he carried at birth, Jin Ling would have suspected that she had found the wrong person.

As for whether Lu Chen's information might have been wrong—

Impossible.

In Jin Ling's heart, her eldest senior brother could never make a mistake!

Of course, Shennong's plainness was only in comparison to Fuxi. Looking across the entire Human Race, he could still be called a peerless prodigy.

Though he had not been born with tempered blood, he had reached the Marrow Cleansing realm upon coming of age.

The only thing Shennong and Fuxi had in common was that their eyes were both fixed upon the ordinary Human Race, and they both cared for the hardships of common people.

Perhaps this was Heaven and Earth's trial for Shennong.

A terrifying plague broke out among the Human Race, upon whom fortune had bestowed its favor.

It swiftly spread to the tribe where Shennong lived.

"This plague has come with tremendous force. Does Master have a way to break it?"

Shennong sought out Jin Ling for help.

Seeing Shennong's exhausted face, worn down by the plague, Jin Ling thought that the time had come.

Wasn't her role as his teacher to help Shennong clear away his confusion? She was not proficient in medicine, nor did she understand plagues, but it did not matter that she did not understand—she knew