I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

half an hour.

Qin Yao cured all the mild cases in the Xuanyuan tribe with his magic, and then walked out of the tribe with the Yellow Emperor. They slowly came to a river with constantly surging waves and looked at the mighty river flowing into the distance.

"You all get down."

The Yellow Emperor suddenly turned to look at the generals following behind him and said in a deep voice.

“Chief, he…” Yinglong said hurriedly.

"If he intends to harm me, all the generals of the entire Xuanyuan tribe combined cannot stop him. Go down," the Yellow Emperor said, waving his hand.

Yinglong had no reply and could only leave side by side with his comrades, looking back every few steps.

"How does it feel to be a leader?" Qin Yao glanced at the Yellow Emperor... or rather, his Ninth Uncle, and asked with a smile.

"It's exhausting, there are so many things to worry about," Uncle Nine said sincerely.

Qin Yao said, "If you don't like it, then abdicate. There's no need to wrong yourself in this world."

In his view, the biggest difference between the main plane and the cycle of reincarnation is the different costs of leaving.

Conversely, within the cycle of reincarnation, because the cost of leaving is relatively small, there is no need to care too much about many things.

Especially those things that are destined to be untaken, there's even less reason to care.

However, in the face of his persuasion, Uncle Nine shook his head and said in a telepathic message, "I have received a mission ordained by Heaven."

Qin Yao's eyes lit up slightly, and he then transmitted his voice, "What mission?"

"Unify the nine provinces and create the Chinese nation."

A complex expression flashed across Uncle Nine's face, and his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

For someone from a later generation, this kind of task represents an exceptionally profound historical significance; it's even something one shouldn't dwell on too much, as the more one thinks about it, the more unsettling it becomes.

Qin Yao paused slightly, suddenly realizing that this was not only Uncle Jiu's task, but also the mission of the Yellow Emperor!

At this moment, Uncle Nine suddenly laughed: "Although the mission seems a bit difficult, the reward is quite generous."

Qin Yao temporarily suppressed his chaotic thoughts and transmitted his voice, "What reward?"

"A substitute puppet," Uncle Nine said. "They say that after refining this treasure, it's equivalent to having an extra life."

Qin Yao suddenly remembered the resurrection coin he had once obtained and exclaimed, "There are so many wonderful things in the myriad worlds..."

Uncle Nine wholeheartedly agreed: "If we hadn't been able to travel through the worlds in spirit, we, master and disciple, would never have achieved what we have today."

He knew perfectly well that without this opportunity, Qin Yao would have had no choice but to endure the humiliation inflicted by the Six Monsters of Meishan.

After all, the power behind Erlang Shen was too terrifying, and almost no one dared to provoke him.

In this situation, there's no point in talking about fighting back!

Qin Yao said, "On the other hand, you are blessed with the Mandate of Heaven, so you will surely be able to forge the Nine Tripods and establish China."

Uncle Nine laughed and said, "I hope so too... By the way, what is your destiny? Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs?"

Qin Yao shook his head: "No! It's about surviving."

Uncle Nine's smile froze: "What?"

"The original body's ultimate fate was to perish, and I will break free from this shackle of destiny," Qin Yao explained.

Uncle Nine: "..."

He thought his task was the most difficult he could handle, but now it seems it's still a bit weaker than Qin Yao's.

To put it bluntly, he was acting in accordance with the will of Heaven, while Qin Yao was acting against it. Those who act in accordance with Heaven receive divine assistance, while those who act against it... it just feels very ominous.

"Don't worry, I'll do what I can."

Seeing his master suddenly fall silent, Qin Yao smiled and spoke.

Uncle Nine let out a long breath and said, word by word, "I'll help you!"

Qin Yao waved his hand and said, "We all have our own missions, and in this world, we must put our missions first."

The tacit understanding between master and disciple made Uncle Nine instantly understand his meaning, and he fell silent.

The hardest and most terrifying part of going against the will of Heaven is not the process, but the consequences.

If he were to do his utmost to help the other party in his capacity as the Yellow Emperor, the consequences would certainly affect his mission...

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's talk about this plague."

In the silence, Qin Yao suddenly changed the subject: "My faith can only save the person in front of me, not the millions of people in the world."

Therefore, to defeat the plague, we need an antidote that can be easily prepared.

Secondly, we must eliminate the plague demon that continuously releases the epidemic, thus solving the problem at its root.

Uncle Nine nodded and asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

"Yes, but I haven't decided whether to find the antidote first or kill the plague demon first," Qin Yao replied.

Without hesitation, Uncle Nine said, "Let's find the antidote first, unless we can kill the Plague Demon within a few days. By the way, what's the origin of this Plague Demon?"

Qin Yao silently composed himself and transmitted his voice, saying, "The Plague Demon's real name is Chi. He was originally the son of the old chief of the Yan Emperor's tribe. After failing to seize power from Shennong, he disappeared from the tribe, and no one knows where he went. Now he has returned to the world with the plague, vowing to kill Shennong..."

Uncle Nine sighed, “When those in power fight each other, it is the common people who suffer.”

"It has always been so, and it has never changed," Qin Yao said.

"Regarding the antidote, from what aspect do you plan to make a breakthrough? Experimental research?" Quickly suppressing his compassion, Uncle Nine asked again.

Qin Yao shook his head and looked up at the clear sky: "The experiment is too slow. The most urgent thing is to prepare an antidote as soon as possible... Therefore, I plan to ask the Heavenly Emperor for help!"

In the original story, the seeds left behind by the god Pangu blossomed into flowers, and these flowers became the main medicinal ingredients for curing the plague.

Although he didn't know whether the Flower Goddess had cultivated any celestial flowers yet, he had to make this trip regardless.

If luck is bad and the Flower Goddess has not yet found a way to make the seeds bloom, then I will use my "prophetic" ability to make up for the lack of luck and make the fairy flower bloom ahead of time!

"I want to know if there is a time difference between heaven and earth now," Uncle Nine suddenly changed the subject.

Qin Yao nodded: "It should exist. Why did you suddenly bring this up?"

Uncle Jiu solemnly said, "With your help, the plague in the Xuanyuan tribe has been contained, but the plague is still raging in the nearby Chiyou tribe, and it is even more serious than in the Xuanyuan tribe."

If there is a significant time difference between the two realms, I hope that before you ascend to heaven, you can visit the Chi You tribe and help them eradicate the plague.

So that when you return, countless more souls will have perished.

Qin Yao paused slightly and said, "The Chi You tribe is the biggest obstacle to you fulfilling your destiny. Are you sure you want me to do this?"

Uncle Jiu nodded and said, "I'm sure! Although this decision is somewhat unfair to the warriors of the Xuanyuan Clan, I can't accept it even more. We could have saved a tribe, but instead we watched it perish in the plague."

Moreover, Chi You was not a bad person. Although Chi You's tribe was warlike, they were not inhuman beasts..."

Perhaps, he also had to convince himself, and before he knew it, he had been rambling on and on about many reasons.

Qin Yao did not interrupt, and only nodded slightly after he finished speaking: "Okay, I'll go to the Chi You tribe now!"

After half a stick of incense.

Chiyou tribe.

Under the watchful eyes of countless fierce men, Qin Yao stepped into the royal tent and looked ahead. He saw a man wearing half-armor, with a burly physique, bulging muscles, and arms as thick as a woman's waist, sitting on a stone chair, surrounded by a group of fierce warriors exuding murderous intent.

"Emperor Yan, have you come to ask me to join forces?"

Shortly after, when Qin Yao stopped in the center of the royal tent, the burly man suddenly asked.

Qin Yao shook his head and said, "Chi You, your people are suffering from a plague right now, how can you still think about war?"

Chi You said, "Only through conquest can we acquire more land and population, which will offset the losses of our tribe."

"Once the plague fully breaks out, human lives will just be a number. Not to mention millions, even tens of millions will be reaped by the plague in a short period of time. No matter how fast you plunder, you can't offset this loss," Qin Yao said solemnly.

Chi You suddenly stood up, and a powerful sense of oppression immediately appeared: "So, you've come to persuade me to stop the war?"

Qin Yao waved his hand: "How could I have such a leisure? It was the Yellow Emperor who invited me to help your clan solve the plague."

Chi You was taken aback.

Who?
The Yellow Emperor?

"Hahahaha..." Suddenly, a warrior beside Chi You burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Yao asked indifferently.

"I laugh at the absurdity of your words."

The man abruptly stopped laughing, his gaze turning cold as he said, "Our Jiuli tribe and the Xuanyuan tribe are mortal enemies. The Yellow Emperor would love for us all to perish from the plague, so why would he invite you to eliminate it?"

“You don’t understand the Yellow Emperor, and you don’t understand me either,” Qin Yao replied.

The man gave him a cold look, then said to Chi You, "Chief, there must be a trap."

Chi You paused slightly, then asked, "Emperor Yan, how can you prove it?"

"What am I proving? What makes me think I can prove it?"

Qin Yao chuckled, looking into Chi You's eyes and said, "I'm here to save lives, not to swallow my pride; if you don't believe me, I'll leave. Anyway, once your Jiuli tribe is wiped out, the Yellow Emperor can win without a fight."

Chi You gave him a deep look, then suddenly said to the man who had just laughed, "Hua Zhu, apologize."

"Chief, why..."

"Apologize!" Chi You shouted softly.

Hua Zhu's face flushed red, but she finally lowered her proud head to Qin Yao: "I'm sorry."

Qin Yao smiled and said, "Is this alright?"

Hua Zhu clenched his fists silently, his body trembling as he asked, "What else do you want from me?!"

Qin Yao said, "I want you to cry."

Hua Zhu was taken aback.

“You have to cry as loudly as you laughed just now. And yes, I have to see tears, otherwise, it’s off the table,” Qin Yao said.

Chi You frowned and said, "Emperor Yan, you are a tribal leader, why bother arguing with him?"

Qin Yao said, "First of all, I am no longer the Yan Emperor. Please address me as Shennong from now on."

Secondly, I'm not targeting him, but rather pursuing a clear understanding of my own thoughts.

To put it bluntly, I can't accept doing good deeds and then being wronged, even if the wrong is minor, or even if it seems like just a single sentence or a small matter.

Chi You: "..."

This guy has changed so much.

In his memory, Emperor Yan was not so magnanimous, but at least not so self-centered.

Could it be that after being defeated by the Yellow Emperor, he couldn't accept it for a while and thus became even more selfish?

"Hey, I'm in a hurry to find the medicine to cure the plague. Are you going to cry or not? If you're not going to cry, I'm leaving now," Qin Yao urged.

Hua Zhu looked to Chi You for help, hoping his elder brother could lend him a hand.

But Chi You was not only his elder brother, but also the leader of all the Jiuli people. For the sake of the entire tribe, he advised, "Huazhu, why don't you cry?"

Hua Zhu: "..."

Under immense pressure from the leader, his lips trembled slightly, and then he burst into tears, his cries even louder than his earlier laughter!
However, despite his best efforts, he couldn't squeeze out a single tear...

Qin Yao remained expressionless throughout, staring intently at his cheek, as if waiting for that one tear to fall.

Hua Zhu felt both frustrated and helpless, her current grievances mixed with a flood of memories. She went over all the sad things in her life, and with a sharp pinch on her thigh, she finally managed to squeeze out a single tear from the corner of her eye...

Seeing the tears, Qin Yao nodded and looked up at Chi You: "Gather the tribespeople in your tribe whose symptoms are milder, and I will treat them together."

Chi You breathed a sigh of relief and said to Hua Zhu, "Go and organize it."

With his cheeks flushed and burning hot, Hua Zhu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly ran out of the royal tent, disappearing from everyone's sight.

From this point on, even the proud and powerful generals under Chi You no longer dared to look at Qin Yao with the slightest arrogance.

For these fierce generals who valued dignity above all else, the ordeal they just experienced was far more unbearable than being beaten with a few strokes of the military rod...

However, despite their awe, they didn't feel any sense of shared sorrow or sympathy.

The reason is simple: Huazhu offended Emperor Yan first, and Emperor Yan simply did not choose to forgive him magnanimously.

They are all intelligent and would not easily offend such a legendary figure.

Shortly after.

A member of the Jiuli tribe hurriedly came to the front of the royal tent, knelt down and bowed: "Chief, Lord Huazhu sent me to invite you all to the hunting grounds."

Chi You said, "Yan... Brother Shennong, please."

"Please, Chief." Qin Yao replied with a smile.

Lean less.

The two men, accompanied by a group of soldiers, arrived at the so-called hunting ground, where they found countless patients filling the vast area, their groans filling the air.

Qin Yao's expression suddenly turned serious. He rode the wind and rose into the air above the hunting ground. Countless white light spots suddenly shot out from his body, falling densely like raindrops and merging into the bodies of each patient.

Before long, with the continuous blessing of faith, the patients began to vomit. The strong stench immediately filled the entire hunting ground, causing many of the Jiuli people watching nearby to change color and hurriedly retreat.

However, after vomiting, the patients who were originally confined to lying down got up one after another, and their complexion and condition were noticeably different.

"Thank you, Shennong."

Seeing this, Chi You breathed a slight sigh of relief and clasped his hands in greeting.

Qin Yao silently stopped channeling his faith power and said in a deep voice, "Thank the Yellow Emperor. These people's lives, including the future of your Jiuli tribe, were given to you by him."

Having said that, he suddenly transformed into a divine rainbow and soared straight into the heavens...

On the ground, Chi You's expression kept changing, and finally he let out a soft sigh.

How can he possibly attack the Xuanyuan clan in the future?

Even if history is written by the victors and the vanquished, repaying kindness with enmity will forever leave a stain on one's reputation! (End of Chapter)