"It does sound quite appealing. Even I, an old man, am tempted. If the person standing in front of me were the governor of a prefecture or even just a county, I would have agreed. But alas, don't you even consider your own position?"

Hearing the rosy promises Feng Bingwen made to him, the old mountain spirit, who had lived for countless years, showed no interest whatsoever. Instead, he spat at him.

"Do you think I haven't investigated your family background? Your grandfather was just a schoolteacher, and your father was even worse, just a wealthy merchant with a lot of money. What makes you think you can get an imperial decree to appoint me as the Medicine King God?"

"The old man has certainly gathered detailed information, but I wonder if he's actually ascertained my background?"

When Feng Bingwen heard the old mountain spirit reveal all about his family, he wasn't angry. This was common knowledge anyway, and it wasn't surprising that the old mountain spirit, who could move freely in the earth, had learned all this.

"You little brat..."

This question stumped the old mountain spirit. He had tried to inquire, but hadn't found out much useful information.

Although there are records of Feng Bingwen in the government, only the county magistrate can read them; ordinary officials have no right to know about this matter.

Not to mention the old mountain spirit, a spirit who has wandered the mountains for countless years. Although he was born with earth-based supernatural powers, he absolutely cannot go to places like the imperial court or government offices.

But he had personally witnessed Feng Bingwen's extraordinary abilities. Not to mention Feng Bingwen himself, even the cat that this kid kept could catch him. He was no ordinary person.

In the eyes of the old mountain spirit, this was completely out of place with their rather ordinary family background. How could an ordinary family give birth to such a monstrous and unruly child? Although this kid looked young, he had no childishness at all, but instead was full of cunning schemes.

"I want the old man to know that I am a person with wisdom from a previous life!"

Feng Bingwen smiled and offered a brief suggestion, but then said nothing more.

A clever person will use their imagination to fill in the blanks, just like the old mountain spirit in front of us. He was knowledgeable and experienced. Upon hearing this, his old face changed unpredictably, and we don't know what he was thinking.

"I wondered what it was all about. Turns out this kid is a reincarnated true cultivator. No wonder he's like this. I wonder which blessed mountain or land he came from, with such an arrogant tone. He even said he could get the emperor to issue an imperial edict to bestow divine titles upon him."

Thinking of this, the old mountain spirit's expression became somewhat uncertain.

He had initially thought the kid was just making empty promises and trying to fool him, so he was naturally able to retort. But now, thinking that what the kid said was true and could potentially come true, he couldn't resist the urge to try it.

As an anomaly, it was utterly fed up with the days of constantly hiding and fleeing in a sorry state. Despite his impolite tone towards Feng Bingwen, he actually quite liked the kid; otherwise, he wouldn't have shown himself.

The reason for such a friendly attitude is that this kid has no desire for him. Even if he catches him, he only treats him as a perverted peeping tom and kicks him away. He doesn't think about finding a way to eat him up.

But when he heard this young man tell him that he could exchange his life for the offerings of millions of humans, the deal seemed too good to pass up and tempted him.

The old medicine had become a spirit, attracting the attention of jackals and tigers in the mountains, ghosts and demons outside the mountains, and righteous cultivators—who wouldn't covet his body?

If one could break free and transform into a deity receiving incense offerings on an altar, that would be something one could never ask for.

"Young Master Feng, was what you said earlier true? Or were you just trying to deceive this old herb from the mountains?"

“What I said is of course true.”

Feng Bingwen smiled broadly, and from the old mountain spirit's words, he knew that the old spirit was tempted.

His promise wasn't truly a deception of the honest mountain spirit. Although he had never met the Great Gan Emperor, he had made such a big splash that if the Great Gan Emperor hadn't heard of him, then those in charge of intelligence, whether from the Eastern Depot or the Western Depot, should have been chopped up and fed to the dogs.

His master was the son of an immortal from overseas. And he himself had the grace of protecting Xuan Ting Dragon Lord, who had already transformed into a true dragon. With such a background, even if the emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty was a reincarnated immortal, he would still have to take a second look at him.

In the current disaster relief camp in Yunze Prefecture, the epidemic is spreading and there is an urgent need for a potent tonic. He invited a mountain spirit who sacrificed his life to help millions of people escape the threat of the epidemic. Such a great kindness and virtue deserves to be named the God of Medicine.

Feng Bingwen felt that his request was reasonable. Even if the official in charge was stingy and refused, Feng Bingwen was willing to stand up for the old mountain spirit. As long as he wasn't brain-dead, he should at least give him face.

"Old man, you can rest assured that as long as you are willing to dedicate yourself, I guarantee you will have endless offerings."

Feng Bingwen solemnly declared.

"I don't need endless offerings. As long as the emperor is willing to bestow upon me the title of Medicine King, as you promised, I will be satisfied."

The old mountain spirit was very steady and didn't get lost in the promises Feng Bingwen made. As long as he could become the Medicine King God, anything was negotiable.

"That's certainly possible."

"Tell me the specifics now, and let's see if my body can solve the problem."

"The Xuan Ting Dragon Lord caused flooding, resulting in waters that spread for thousands of miles. Millions of people were displaced, and the hunger, cold, and exhaustion led to rampant disease. This disease can be cured, but the main problem is the lack of medicinal materials!"

"Are the number of people affected really in the tens of millions?"

"It will only be more, not less."

"If that's the case, even if I were to throw my whole body into it, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to save even one or two out of ten people."

"...Do you know any other elves similar to yourself?"

Feng Bingwen remained silent for a moment, then another idea popped into his mind.

"I don't know you, I don't know you. What's wrong with you, kid? Why are you always trying to take advantage of us plant spirits? Do you think it's easy for us to develop sentience?"

The old mountain spirit waved his hand dismissively.

“I’m not taking their lives; I can even use this opportunity to completely transcend.”

"Stop with the nonsense. Let me go and verify it first before you talk to me about anything else."

"You actually know other medicinal essences?"

Feng Bingwen's eyes lit up. If there were enough of these old medicines, this epidemic, which wasn't too serious to begin with, could be suppressed directly.

"Until you prove that what you're saying isn't a lie, don't even think about getting a single useful word out of me."

"Then I will now prove that what I said is true."

"Please go ahead."

Chant~

A dragon's roar echoed through the mountains, instantly dispelling the miasma that shrouded the valley.

The old mountain spirit looked up in shock and saw a magnificent and noble dragon general descending from the clouds and landing in the valley amidst the vast purple sky.

"Old man, aren't you coming with me?"

"This is?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice of the dragon general, the old mountain spirit was filled with shock.

"This is my Dharma form!"

Feng Bingwen said calmly, but seeing the mountain spirit's shocked expression, he felt a great sense of satisfaction.

"How is this possible?"

Looking at the terrifying dragon general before him, and then at the boy beside him who was not much taller than him, who, although intelligent and talented, showed no signs of cultivation whatsoever, the old mountain spirit felt utterly bewildered.

"Nothing is impossible, old man, come with me quickly, there's no time to waste!"

After saying this, the dragon general grabbed the old mountain spirit and left. Although the old mountain spirit was uneasy, he forced himself to remain calm.

The moment he saw the Dragon General, he became even more convinced that this kid was indeed extraordinary. How could an ordinary reincarnated cultivator have such a terrifying Dharma form? It was completely illogical.

Feng Bingwen was concerned about the disaster victims, and his Dragon General Dharma Form itself had the ability to control the wind and clouds. With the blessing of the Purple Dragon Armor, Feng Bingwen's main body had not yet returned to the mansion, but he had already landed in the disaster victim camp.

"Where is the commander? Come out and meet me quickly, I have found a good medicine to relieve the disaster."

After Feng Bingwen landed on the cloud, he called out, and soon the familiar red-robed official hurriedly came out. When he saw the timid old mountain spirit beside Feng Bingwen, his face lit up with joy, and he bowed deeply to express his gratitude.

"I was blind to your true nature and neglected you before. I never expected you to find such a miraculous medicine. My camp's disaster victims are finally saved."

As he spoke, the imperial physician, who had also run out beside the red-robed official, stepped forward with shining eyes, ready to capture the old mountain spirit.

"Wait a minute. I found this miraculous medicine to treat the disaster victims, but I didn't do it without conditions. You must meet my conditions."

The dragon waved his hand to subdue the imperial physician whose eyes were practically gleaming with greed, and then spoke to the official.

"Please speak, sir."

“I invited this old gentleman from the mountains. Hearing of the calamities that have befallen humanity, he is willing to sacrifice his life to save people from the plague. I believe that you should request an imperial decree to sculpt a golden statue of this kind-hearted gentleman, build a temple for him, and have him worshipped by the people.”

Feng Bingwen stated his conditions directly. Seeing that the official in front of him seemed taken aback and hesitated, he added another sentence.

“If you are unwilling to request permission, I will ask him to leave. No one in this world owes anyone anything. The old man is willing to sacrifice himself, but that does not mean you can take what you want without thinking of giving back.”

“You flatter me, Your Excellency. It is only right to sculpt a golden statue and build a temple for this gentleman. I will now submit a letter and request Your Majesty to issue an order.”

Upon hearing this, the official in red robes panicked, fearing that Feng Bingwen had let the old mountain spirit go, and hurriedly made a promise.

"I wonder if the sir could lead you into this trap?"

"Old man, what do you think?"

Feng Bingwen looked down at the old mountain spirit who was grabbing his heel. The old man seemed extremely uneasy at this moment.

"I don't trust them, but I trust you. You make the arrangements!"

Whether he truly believed Feng Bingwen or succumbed to the temptation of being bestowed with divine titles, the old mountain spirit ultimately jumped into a large earthenware jar, whereupon a group of imperial physicians with gleaming eyes surrounded him, added fuel to the fire, and boiled him alive.

In just half a day, the camp was filled with the fragrance of medicine and overflowing with vital energy, and the cries and wails that had filled the camp were much less.

The medicine is effective in dispelling disease and bringing good fortune. (Six thousand eight thousand)