Chapter 64 Boundless This isn't a novel, this is reality, everyone...

"Your skills are truly miraculous, Doctor," the disciple of Wenxin Diaolong said to Shen Qingyan as he escorted him to the crossroads at the foot of Ximo Mountain. "With such abilities, why didn't you go to Xingxiang Hall, but instead went to Wanqi Guixin?"

"It's just a little skill. I'm not qualified to compare myself to those who can glimpse the secrets of heaven. I just saw that everyone was sick and wanted to do my best to help them. I never thought my medicine would be so effective," Shen Qingyan said haltingly. The system spoke a sentence in his mind, and he repeated it aloud.

Upon hearing Shen Qingyan's words, the disciple of Wenxin Diaolong snorted, "If you ask me, the medical skills of the disciples of Xiexingxiangtang are far inferior to yours. Elder Fang took their medicine for almost a month without any improvement, but after taking your medicine, he recovered immediately."

Shen Qingyan scratched his head, unsure how to respond.

The Wenxin Diaolong disciple said to himself, "That makes sense. With your skills, if you went to Xingxiang Hall, you'd only be able to work as their assistant. Why not open your own clinic? ... Yes! Why don't you open a clinic outside Xingxiang Hall and compete against them on the same stage!"

He urged, but Shen Qingyan knew he wasn't qualified to be a doctor. Without a special advantage, he wouldn't have been able to make those pills.

This alchemy furnace is a small cauldron. Once the furnace is opened, several squares will appear in front of you. You only need to put different herbs into the different squares, and the furnace will automatically extract the appropriate amount of herbs from each square, mix them together, and automatically adjust the heat to refine the elixir.

This alchemy furnace is a fully automatic intelligent alchemy machine that produces pills of perfect quality.

All Shen Qingyan had to do was follow the system's instructions to collect herbs and put them into the alchemy furnace according to the recipe.

He often helped other Kunlun disciples look after herbs, and his courtyard was filled with many herbs he had grown himself. These herbs thrived under the aura of Shennong Shengshen's golden touch, and their quality was far superior to other herbs on the market.

With the help of the alchemy furnace, he refined many pills.

The system instructed him to divide the pill into two portions, keeping one for himself and giving the other to Dongtang.

After Dongtang delivered his medicine to Xiangtang, it cured many people, but Dongtang did not tell anyone that the medicine was made by Shen Qingyan.

The system grumbled and urged Shen Qingyan to take a portion of the medicine he had kept for himself and send it to Ximo Mountain, where Wenxin Diaolong was located, so that he could personally cure Fang Bushou and spread his fame.

Seeing the honor points finally starting to rise, the system sneered: "You little punk, you dare to play tricks on me? Do you really think I've been doing all this for nothing these past few centuries?"

Shen Qingyan didn't know what it was angry about. The system explained to him, "Dongtang wants to take all the credit for herself and claim the pills you refined as her own."

Shen Qingyan's eyes widened: "Really? But aren't we friends?" He quickly checked the favorability system in the back office. Dong Tang's favorability towards him had reached 70, making her the NPC with the highest favorability. He really thought they were best friends who could talk about anything.

Unexpectedly, Dongtang had taken his credit. Shen Qingyan was skeptical: "Are you kidding me?"

The system muttered to itself, "Favorability is nothing. Someone with 100 favorability can still kill you. Someone with 70 favorability just wants to use you as a stepping stone. It's a piece of cake."

"Is goodwill really that useless?" Shen Qingyan was somewhat disheartened.

"It will be useful once it becomes honor points," the system said. "That's why I've told you many times, don't always open your heart to others, keep some cards up your sleeve."

"No way, I've kept it well hidden. I've never told anyone my trump card," Shen Qingyan retorted.

"Then tell me, what cards are you hiding?"

“You,” Shen Qingyan quickly replied, “aren’t you my trump card?”

"System?" Shen Qingyan finally managed to come up with a warm word, but the system remained silent. Shen Qingyan scratched his head. In his eyes, given the system's personality, it should have hugged him and cried, shouting, "Yanzi, you're so good!" Why did it suddenly go silent?

Shen Qingyan called it several more times before the system finally replied, "You really... don't understand anything, all you know is how to make people happy."

"No way! You're my absolute best friend and my biggest support. What would I do without you, System?" Shen Qingyan walked along the mountain path carrying his medicine box and suddenly asked, "System, were you a human before you became a system? Or are you a machine created by the God of War?"

The system paused, and information about the riot flashed across its front end before disappearing into complete darkness.

He rarely showed such a blank expression: "I don't know, maybe I was once a human too. I've heard that the hosts who sign contracts with the God of War eventually become systems, maybe I'm one of them."

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“I’ve brought you the medicine you wanted,” Mingzhao blinked and looked at Shen Cangyu. “To get this medicine, I deliberately used a transformation technique to make myself look like I was terminally ill.”

She couldn't help but laugh as she spoke: "Luckily, no elders were in the clinic at the time, otherwise they would definitely have seen through my schemes."

"Thank you so much, you've really gone to a lot of trouble," Shen Cangyu said, taking the sticky pills from her hand.

The surface of the pill had melted, but the medicinal aroma remained strong. Shen Cangyu pressed her fingertip firmly into the soft pill, revealing the crushed herbal fibers inside. The herbs had long since dissolved into a paste, but some unground grass stems and fragments remained—these were exactly what she was looking for.

She examined the remaining grass stalks and fragments, trying to discern the ingredients of the pills by observing the characteristics and smell of the remaining herbal fragments.

"What are you doing? Can you possibly figure out the formula for this pill?" Mingzhao asked Shen Cangyu curiously.

“I can understand some of it,” Shen Cangyu replied, picking up a small piece of crumb and sniffing it.

She hadn't worked for nothing all those years at the Rare Treasures Shop in her previous life. Her ability to stand out among so many outer disciples stemmed from her exceptional memory and analytical skills. She could always quickly pinpoint her desired purchases from the market's vast array of goods. While the market's merchandise varied in quality, and some might try to pass off inferior goods as superior ones, she could accurately spot the discrepancies.

She gradually deduced the prescription from the origin of the elixir and wrote it down on paper.

Looking at the names of the medicines on the prescription, Shen Cangyu fell into deep thought. The style of the medicines in this prescription was peculiar; she had never seen it before, and it didn't seem like the style of Xingxiangtang.

"Have the people from Xingxiang Hall said where this elixir came from?" Shen Cangyu asked.

"They said it was Dongtang and Shen Qingyan who came up with it together."

Winter Begonia.

It's her again.

Shen Cangyu had been hearing Dongtang's name a lot lately, but this person had only appeared twice in the plot of the previous novel.

Apart from the main character, none of the other characters have their own lives.

Like Dongtang, in the story, she is just an insignificant little character. Her role is only to provide Shen Qingyan with a new backer, a new target for romance, and a new source of honor points.

But the current situation is clearly more complex than that.

Unbeknownst to them, Dong Tang quietly became the leader of the Tongmenghui, quietly established herself in Xingxiangtang, and made a name for herself in Kunlun with the help of Shen Qingyan's medicine.

In the novel's plot, this person seems to appear out of nowhere, but in reality, she must have done a lot. However, the camera never focuses on her, so no one knows her story.

Shen Cangyu looked at the crushed pill on the table, then suddenly raised her hand and made a hand seal: "Li Jian Bai".

The energy within her body seemed to burst forth from a dam, while at the same time, golden characters scattered from the pill, weaving into a net before her eyes.

We want to establish a new faith and enthrone a new deity, like the Heavenly Fragrance Goddess, to ascend to the divine throne.

When people realize that their old beliefs can no longer help them, their faith is at its weakest, and this is the best time for us to intervene. At this point, with a little guidance, they will come to believe that only we can help them.

We're not taking advantage of their vulnerability; we're simply offering them a different option. They chose their own path, though of course, they could also choose someone else.

However, we are a newly emerging faith, a newly emerging force. Compared to the established powers with their solid foundations, they are more likely to choose us. Supporting a new faith gives them a sense of savior. They can arbitrarily appoint themselves as elders, believing they played an indispensable role in the rise of this faith.

Of course, this is a win-win situation.

"Who is the new god?" Shen Qingyan asked, looking at Dong Tang in front of him while holding the medicine box.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of light filtering through the gaps in the paper of the window and falling on her face.

Dongtang raised her hand to shield her eyes from the light, casting shadows on her face. She smiled, her expression as kind as ever: "God is not a specific deity, nor is it the golden statue that people put on the altar. If we follow the belief of divination, then whoever is worshipped by thousands is a god. If I want thousands to worship me, can I also become a god?"

Shen Qingyan looked at her, frowning as he carefully analyzed her words, but he didn't notice that she flicked her finger, and a black bead flew out from the shadows, heading straight for his neck.

Before Dongtang could even smile, the black bead touched Shen Qingyan's skin and was bounced away by something.

“How could this be…” Dongtang’s eyes darkened as she looked at the scene.

Shen Qingyan winced in pain, clutching his neck and looking back, but there was nothing behind him.

"Strange... Was there a bug biting me just now?" Shen Qingyan muttered.

Dongtang originally intended to use the black bead to inject the evil seed of Wuliangsheng into Shen Qingyan, making him a follower of Wuliangsheng and using him for her own purposes. However, she did not expect that the evil seed, which had always worked in the past, would fail at this moment.

Looking at Shen Qingyan's expression, she suddenly remembered that rumor.

Those who are truly pure and virtuous will be blessed by Heaven, which will give them all the best things and free them from the corruption of the five evils.

Could it be this person standing right in front of me?