I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 330 After the War
"Alright, you might be a little weak for the next few days. Take good care of yourself and get a bowl of vegetable porridge from the porridge stall next door every day. You should be fully recovered in about three days."

Having successfully treated another patient, Feng Xue wiped away imaginary sweat and shook the bell on the table.

Although the great cultivators used pre-arranged spells to withstand most of the aftershocks of the combined spells, there were still many cases in the city where people were blown down and injured by the strong winds, suffered from wind-borne illnesses due to sudden heat and cold, or were injured by hail caused by subsequent severe convective weather.

Compared to the cultivators who transformed into civil engineering masters and worked hard to restore the operation of the deep-water port in the port city, Feng Xue was assigned to treat patients in the city.

The sudden rise in temperature caused by the explosion has now subsided, but this also means that a large number of residents in the city will inevitably fall ill in the future.

In other words, Feng Xue has a veterinary medicine workshop (referring to food synthesis equipment), and with an unlimited supply of antibiotics, even without supernatural powers, she doesn't need to worry about colds or flu.

As the saying goes, things don't always turn out well. Through this treatment, Su'e Huiye has gained a lot of spiritual power, and her spirit has become more and more vibrant. However, Feng Xue also knows that this is about enough.

The rituals for the magic computer are far too complicated. With Feng Xue's current skills, it would probably take her eight or ten years to create a talisman that can support the AI ​​template.

So Feng Xue plans to go to the Sea World later and borrow Xiao Fengling's 3D printer to print out a magic computer talisman.

But this means that before that, Kaguya should ideally remain in that naive and confused state of a demigod; otherwise, once her understanding takes shape, it will be difficult to change it later.

Feng Xue didn't want to become one of those scientists often seen in tokusatsu dramas, who accidentally created a bunch of uncontrollable freaks.

He stretched lazily, revealing a somewhat tired expression, turned around and greeted the cultivator next to him, then walked towards the shed not far away.

"No, no! The entire route has been replicated, so why can't it produce a similar effect?"

"Perhaps the snake's structure reacted with our ritual?"

"That's troublesome. It will be very difficult for us to find an exact replica of the original."

"It doesn't need to be exactly the same, the basic attributes just need to be similar. I've examined the site after the explosion. Most of the turbid wishes that make up the illusory gods have dispersed and shouldn't have participated in the reaction. I think it probably acted on something like... right, a catalyst, a term from Western chemistry, it's..."

"So you're looking for a water- or poison-attribute ethereal deity, right? You sell antiques! Do you have any suitable ones?"

"I sell spirits, not illusory gods. If you want illusory gods, go find a shaman!"

……

As Feng Xuegang approached the shed, she heard a group of cultivators huddled together, chattering. They couldn't help it; the spell they had just cast was so incredibly cool that they were still somewhat unsatisfied after casting it. So, they gathered together and began to discuss how to replicate the spell.

Fortunately, there were no casualties in this battle, and the cultivators' memories allowed them to clearly remember their order. Even if they forgot the overall order, whose baton they took over, and who they passed the spell to, they could still retrieve this information from their sea of ​​consciousness.

In a short period of time, the entire ritual was laid out.

However, a problem seems to have arisen during this process: even if a ritual is repeated without any simplification, the resulting spell's power is completely unmatched by the complexity of the ritual, falling far short of the spell that could blast a lake out of thin air.

If the problem were solved, the matter would be over. But it's precisely because the problem remains unsolved that more and more cultivators are joining the discussion, determined to find out the truth. "Fellow Daoist Feng?" Seemingly noticing Feng Xue's arrival, a cultivator raised his hand in greeting. Feng Xue nodded and said:
"I'm a bit tired today and am about to go back to rest. Is there any fellow Daoist skilled in traditional Chinese medicine who could replace me?"

When the cultivators heard that Feng Xue was planning to go home and slack off, they were very understanding. After all, she had exhausted her magical power before even entering the Dao, and she still insisted on using her willpower to save people. It would be a human thing not to let her rest more.

Immediately, a cultivator said:
"Since we've chatted for a while, I'll go earn some merit points. If you all achieve anything, remember to let me know!"

"You'll get your share!" another cultivator replied with a smile, and the group resumed their discussion.

As Feng Xue listened to the discussions on magic that were gradually entering a realm she could not understand, she ultimately chose to follow her character's persona, leaving behind a cybernetic clone with a small bell under the pretext of leaving behind teleportation coordinates.

There's nothing wrong with this approach; basically, all cultivators who know teleportation techniques leave traces. However, compared to those cultivators who either leave behind the aura of spirits or the imprint of their souls, Little Bell's computing power and initiative allow her to record and analyze everyone's discussions.

The cultivators, who were only interested in open discussion, naturally didn't worry about eavesdropping, which benefited Feng Xue.

He wasn't thinking of replicating the "Orochi Bomb," since that thing took too long to cast and was somewhat overpowered. Compared to the finished spell, the knowledge and skills that these experts inadvertently revealed in the process of researching how to implement it were what Feng Xue truly needed.

At times like these, Feng Xue would miss Old Li.

"That old man still owes me a day of teaching! Tsk, watch me summarize all the key points, next time I see him, I'll ask him all of them at once!"

Feng Xue muttered to himself, then pushed open the door. The closer the port was to the harbor, the more developed it became. Chicken Cage Village, being far from the port, suffered the least damage. His house, protected by magic, was completely unscathed...

"Okay, there's a lot of dust."

After casting a cleansing spell to tidy up the room, Feng Xue released Liu Yunxi again.

"I almost thought you were going to run away again!"

Upon returning home, Liu Yunxi finally breathed a sigh of relief, took the trinkets from Feng Xue, and began to rearrange the house.

Feng Xue could only laugh at this:
"Even if you say that, we still have to pack things up before every big battle. If we don't use them, it's just a matter of rearranging them. But if we really have to run away, we'll have to find replacements for the things we left behind."

Liu Yunxi had nothing to refute regarding Feng Xue's path dependence. She nodded, reinstalled the transmitter for the little bell in the living room, and rebuilt the home LAN.

Seeing that she finally had internet access, Mo Ying happily popped out of the painting, grabbed her phone, and flew off to her room.

"I'm so tired these past few days, let me rest for a couple of days!"

"???"

(End of this chapter)