He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Yunyi arranged the nine people on the list in order and had his clone "visit" them in that order.

After dealing with this matter, he began writing a book.

It's not a martial arts manual, it's a medical book.

The simplest way to gain faith is to give people the most basic food—but aside from what he himself is doing, the very question of where to get so much food is itself a problem.

So let's try a different approach: writing a book.

In this ancient world, ordinary people were the majority.

Diarrhea can kill a person, a festering wound can rot a person to death, and childbirth can be excruciating for a woman.

It's not that it's incurable, it's that they don't know how to treat it.

In the Great Wu Dynasty, doctors were concentrated in cities and above; in counties and rural areas, it was all about luck.

Yunyi wants to write a medical book that everyone who can read can understand.

He doesn't need to learn medicine from scratch—Na Chuan has no fewer than a hundred medical traditions passed down in his bag.

In addition, he obtained a complete medical system from the Reincarnators.

To be honest, he truly lives up to his reputation as a reincarnator who has lived through so many worlds; he has an abundance of knowledge.

He spent three days reading through all the medical traditions. His innate enlightenment seed disassembled and reassembled the medicinal properties of tens of thousands of herbs, the compatibility of hundreds of thousands of prescriptions, and all the mysteries of the human body's meridians and acupoints, weaving them into a complete medical network in his mind.

Then he started writing.

It's not a direct copy, it's a rewrite.

The original medical books were too thick, too difficult, and too literary. Not to mention illiterate common people, even scholars who had studied for a few years might not be able to understand them all.

Yunyi broke up all the content and rewrote it in the simplest language.

How do you write typhoid fever? Write it as "After catching a cold, you will have a fever, feel cold, have a headache, and feel body aches."

How to treat it?

It was written as, "Go to the pharmacy and get ephedra, cinnamon twigs, apricot kernels, and licorice. Boil the four herbs together, drink the broth, and then cover yourself with a blanket to sweat."

The origin of the medicinal materials, the processing method, the temperature for decocting, and the time for taking the medicine are all clearly written down.

He also wrote a book on agriculture.

When should we sow seeds? When should we fertilize? What should we do if there is drought? What should we do if there is waterlogging? What kind of wood ash should we use to spray insects?

Then came the engineering manuals—how to repair irrigation canals, how to dig deep wells, how to fire stronger blue bricks, and how to build warmer houses.

Finally, there was elementary education—not the Four Books and Five Classics, but literacy textbooks, which compiled the two thousand most commonly used characters into catchy rhymes so that even illiterate people could memorize them like singing.

As I finished writing the last page, a spring rain fell outside the window.

Yunyi put down his pen, neatly stacked the thick pile of manuscripts, wrapped them in oil paper, then wrapped them in a waterproof tung oil cloth, and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

A month later, Yun Wantong took the stack of manuscripts from his son.

The chubby, middle-aged businessman sat in his accounting room all night.

The next morning, he summoned back all the managers of the printing houses under the Yun family business.

"Stop everything you're doing," he said, dividing the manuscript into five parts and placing them on the table. "Print this."

"Print as many as you can, the faster the better."

The managers looked at each other in bewilderment.

One of the bolder ones stepped forward and flipped through a few pages. His face changed, and after flipping through a few more pages, his hands began to tremble.

"Master, where...where did this come from?"

"My son wrote it."

"Print it, print it now."

The first batch consisted of 30,000 medical books, 30,000 agricultural books, 20,000 industrial books, and 50,000 elementary textbooks.

Instead of distributing goods through booksellers, Yun Wantong had caravans transport the goods directly to various prefectures and counties, distributing them for free at markets, docks, and under the big locust trees at village entrances.

Those who could read received a book, and those who couldn't read could also receive one; a literati hired by the caravan would read it to them.

After the news spread, the price of paper in Luozhou City rose by 30%—printing houses throughout the Great Wu Dynasty were rushing to engrave printing plates.

Yunyi ignored all of that.

After handing the manuscript to Yun Wantong, he returned to his study to continue his cultivation.

During this time, the clone "visited" two more reincarnators.

With the addition of the cultivation techniques extracted from Zhao Duo's sea of ​​consciousness, the number of complete cultivation techniques from other worlds in his possession has increased to sixty-seven.

Sixty-seven techniques unfolded simultaneously in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yun Yi discovered something he hadn't noticed before: these cultivation techniques from different worlds were connected in some extremely secret way.

They're not similar, they're complementary.

The flaw in one technique is precisely compensated for by another completely unrelated technique;

The bottleneck of one martial art is overcome by a certain trick in another martial art.

Like a jigsaw puzzle, each piece comes from a different box, but their edges fit together perfectly.

On the fifth leaf of the innate enlightenment seed, transparent veins have spread to every corner of the leaf.

The outline of the sixth leaf became clearer and clearer; it was no longer an island in the mist, but a real bud about to sprout from the branch.

Yun Yi opened his eyes.

Springtime is in full bloom outside the window; the locust tree has sprouted new leaves, their tender green foliage glistening in the sunlight.

Shen Qingqing sat at the stone table under the tree, a newly printed medical book lying open in front of her, and fell silent.

"You're collecting faith so early, aren't you afraid of being targeted by that Level One Authority person?"

Yun Yi shook his head:

"Given the actions of our alliance, it's unlikely we could have kept it from the other side long ago."

"If they wanted to target it, they would have done so already."

Shen Qingqing sighed:

"Fine, whatever."

He then pulled out another list, saying, "These are three newly discovered reincarnators in recent months."

Yun Yi took it and nodded.

Shen Qingqing hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"If you want to kill reincarnators to gain points, then go to the Song Dynasty, Lanzhou, and find Xu Youlan, the top courtesan of Chunfeng Tower."

"This happens to be the other party's 100th reincarnation world."

"The other party did not cultivate martial arts, nor did they cultivate any other system; they went directly to the path of immortality and had already reached the Divine Transformation stage."

"She's a good choice."

Yun Yi wasn't surprised that Shen Qingqing knew he was going to kill the Reincarnators—after all, two of the people on the list she gave him had died in the past month, which would make anyone suspicious.

He was surprised that the other party directly gave him such a strong target and said it without any hesitation.

Shen Qingqing shook her head:

"The other side also wants to kill the Reincarnators, and they've already set their sights on our alliance."

"Even if you don't make a move, I will team up with a few other reincarnators to take her down first."

"It's not that I'm very confident in you, it's mainly that I'm very confident in your master."

"I saw your master a few days ago, and he felt exactly the same as he did twelve years ago."

"I really don't know how weak you were in your original world to have such an awesome master."

Yun Yi did not respond.

If we have to make a comparison, his strength in the real world is no more than that of a Golden Core cultivator.

Among the reincarnators in this world, his strength is indeed pitifully low—the Zhao Duo that the clone killed earlier was equivalent to a Void Refinement Grandmaster in the real world.

Of course, the other party was originally just an ordinary person, but after many reincarnations, he accumulated points by force.

In terms of raw power, they certainly can't compare to those who have climbed step by step to the Void Refinement stage, but in terms of survival skills, the latter are far inferior.

Such strength is considered relatively low among the reincarnators in this world—after all, Zhao Duo is the eldest son of a first-rate power, and in terms of status, he is even higher than Yun Yi's wealthy father.

After exchanging a few more words, Yun Yi got up and left.

Unbeknownst to him, Shen Qingqing gazed in the direction he had left, a thoughtful expression on her face.

It was as if he had confirmed something, but in the end he still shook his head.