Douluo Continent: The Legend of the Gods

She pushed the introductory book toward Yun Qinglin, pointing to the page she couldn't understand earlier.

"Then can you take a look at this for me? I don't understand why the soul power is divided into three streams and then combined. Wouldn't it be simpler to just combine them into one?"

Yun Qinglin leaned over to take a look, then looked again, and then fell silent.

He didn't understand it either. His understanding of soul tools was limited to knowing that such things existed; this was the first time he had seen the diagram of the core magic array.

He stared at the page for a few seconds, then honestly said, "I don't know either."

Xu Jiujiu chuckled and quickly covered her mouth, afraid of disturbing others: "I thought you knew a lot of things. I always felt that you were much more mature than me. We can study in the Soul Guidance Department together in the future."

Yun Qinglin pushed the book back, "If one person can't do it, two people can study it together."

After a long while, he took the book back, thought for a moment, and said, "Then when I understand it, I'll teach you. When you understand it, you can teach me too."

"it is good."

If the Sun Moon Empire hadn't been so powerful during the era of Xu Jiawei and Xu Jiujiu, perhaps the Star Luo Empire could have gradually and steadily completed its transformation under the leadership of the brother and sister.

Xu Jiawei is visionary and resourceful; he knows what Xingluo needs. Xu Jiujiu is talented, has ideas, and is willing to learn new things. Together, they might really be able to change something.

"Yun Qinglin," Xu Jiujiu suddenly called his name softly.

He snapped out of his daze: "Huh?"

"Will you come to the library often in the future?"

"Probably."

After a long pause, she nodded, then wrote something on the paper for a while. She tore the paper off, folded it, and handed it to him. "These are some questions I jotted down while reading that book. There are some I don't understand. If you figure them out later, tell me."

Yun Qinglin took the paper, opened it, and glanced at it. There were seven or eight questions written on it; although the handwriting was childish, each question was written very clearly. He folded the paper and put it into his Star Essence Ring.

"it is good."

She smiled for a long time and then remained silent. She lowered her head and continued reading, turning the pages more quickly than before. Yun Qinglin also lowered his head and continued flipping through Mu Ping's manuscript.

The two of them read their own books, and neither of them left first.

The sunlight outside the window gradually moved to the west, slowly shifting across the tabletop. Dust motes floated in the beams of light, creating a stillness as if time had stood still.

After a long while, she suddenly spoke again, her voice very soft, as if she were talking to herself: "Do you know, many people have never read these books in the library. They would rather spend a whole day cultivating than sit here for an afternoon."

Yun Qinglin did not respond.

She continued, "My elder brother said that studying and cultivating are equally important. But many people can't do it; they think that if their soul power is high, they can do anything."

She turned a page in the book. "I don't think so. Soul power is soul power, and a brain is a brain. What's the difference between someone with soul power but no brain and those soul beasts?"

Yun Qinglin couldn't help but laugh. After looking at him for a long time, she laughed too.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing," Yun Qinglin said. "You're right."

After a long while, she proudly raised her chin, then lowered her head to continue reading. A moment later, she suddenly blurted out, "Yun Qinglin, aren't you a little different from other people?"

"What's different?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it," she thought for a moment, "but I just feel that you don't talk or act like a six-year-old."

Yun Qinglin paused in turning the pages of the book, then turned to look at Xu Jiujiu, "Sometimes you don't seem like a six-year-old. Children in the royal family are always more mature."

She didn't press the matter for a long time. She really enjoyed being with Yun Qinglin; he always did things methodically and calmly.

She speaks gently, unlike those people in the palace who are either extremely respectful or treat her like a child.

He wouldn't act high and mighty just because she was a princess, nor would he be perfunctory just because she was a child; she had never felt that way before.

The sun had sunk a little lower.

After a long while, he yawned, closed the introductory book, and hugged it to his chest. "I'm going to borrow this book. I still have to go to Xingyuantan to cultivate tonight. See you tomorrow, Qinglin."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Yun Qinglin also stood up and put the Mu family manuscript into the Star Ring.

As they walked to the door, she turned back and waved to him with a smile on her face.

He waved to her and watched her walk toward the palace.

When he left the library, he did not go straight back to the small building, but instead took a detour to the offering hall.

Wang Xian'er wasn't there, so he told the guard on duty and took some herbs from the medicine storeroom in the offering hall.

Blood-activating vine, red ginseng, angelica, licorice, honeysuckle, forsythia, and isatis root—these are all common varieties recorded in Mu Ping's manuscript, and also the most common herbs in her previous life. These have commonalities in both worlds.

He took a little of each, wrapped them in paper, and put them into the Star Ring.

After a quick dinner, I returned to the small building; it was already dark.

First, spread the herbs out on the table and open each packet one by one.

The stems of *Blood Vine* are dark brown when sliced, with fine texture and a faint bitter aroma. Red ginseng has dark red roots with radial patterns on the cut surface, resembling tree rings. Angelica sinensis is in the form of light yellow, thin, oily slices with a strong, rich aroma...

He tried each method one by one, following the instructions in Mu Ping's manuscript.

First, cut off a small amount with a knife, smell it, then put it in your mouth and taste it, carefully discerning the sensation of the flavor melting on your tongue.

Then take an appropriate amount, put it into the medicine pot, add water, and light the fire.

After the water boils, reduce the heat to low and simmer. The color of the medicinal soup changes from transparent to pale yellow, and then to amber.

He stood by the fire, watching the medicinal soup boil and smelling the mingled aromas filling the room.

He meticulously recorded each one, noting the color, smell, taste, and how he felt after drinking the medicinal soup, writing them down on paper and comparing them with the records in Mu Ping's manuscript.

Most of the prescriptions that Mu Ping wrote down were usable and quite effective.

However, some prescriptions are missing a key ingredient, and the combinations of some prescriptions need to be adjusted.

He added annotations to each of the prescriptions, filling in the missing information with knowledge from his previous life.

After trying the last herb, he washed the medicine pot clean, removed the dregs from the table, and tidied up the papers, placing them together with Mu Ping's manuscript.

The moon has risen outside the window, and its light shines on the table, giving the yellowed pages of the book a touch of warmth.

He closed his eyes and began practicing distraction control. The two leaves held their positions for almost a minute before falling.

He picked up the leaves, preparing to practice again, when Electrolux's voice suddenly rang out in his mind's sea.

"You spent a long time looking at that manuscript today."

Yun Qinglin stopped and silently replied, "Yes. It was written by a senior who studied herbs his whole life, but unfortunately many of his knowledge was not passed down."

"Are you finishing up what she didn't finish writing?"

"It's not really supplementation. It's just comparing what I know with what she wrote. Some prescriptions are usable, some need to be modified, and some are still a bit lacking."

Electrolux was silent for a moment, then said, "You want to pass these things down."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

"Yes." Yun Qinglin did not hide anything. "The reason why common people cannot afford to see a doctor is not because there is no medicine, but because no one tells them how to use it. In Senior Mu Ping's manuscript, there are hundreds of common herbs alone. If more people can know about these things, many minor illnesses and pains will not have to be endured."

Electrolux's voice came through with a hint of interest: "Is this how traditional Chinese medicine was passed down in your world?"

"Yes. It's the accumulation of thousands of years, passed down from generation to generation. It's not something one person could accomplish."

"So you're planning to follow in her footsteps."

"It's not just about continuing," Yun Qinglin said. "I want to pass it on so that more people know about it. Not just nobles, not just soul masters, but everyone. Commoners should also have the opportunity to see a doctor."

He spoke calmly, but Electrox could hear the underlying meaning. It wasn't the impulsive passion of youth; it was something deep, something he had thought about for a long time before uttering.

"You have a lot of grievances about this world," Electrolux said.

Yun Qinglin didn't hesitate, her voice lower than before: "Yes. A lot."

He didn't continue. But Electrolux didn't urge him; he just waited quietly.

After a while, Yun Qinglin spoke again: "Elder Yi, the world I came from was imperfect. There were many problems and many injustices."

But at least, ordinary people can see a doctor when they are sick, and children can go to school when they reach the age of majority, instead of being trapped in one place for life because they can't afford it.

This world is different. Children from ordinary families can't even awaken their martial souls, not because they lack talent, but because they can't afford one hundred gold soul coins.

When they get sick, they can only tough it out; if they can't tough it out, they die. It's not that there's no medicine, it's that no one treats them, and no one tells them how to treat it.

He paused.

"In my past life, I was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who ran a small clinic. Business was alright. I wasn't a saint, and I never thought about changing the world."

But after coming into this world and seeing those ordinary people, I thought, if I can do something, then I will. It's not much, just helping one person at a time.

Because he once lived in a world of light, he couldn't bear to see the darkness in the lives of ordinary people.

Electrolux didn't respond immediately. After a long pause, he spoke, his voice very soft: "What you just said, I thought about when I was young too."

"And then?"

"Later..." Electrox's voice became distant, as if recalling something from long ago, "Later, I took a different path. By the time I wanted to turn back, it was too late."

"In my past life, I read about the methods of the soul in a book."

"The Art of Souls?"

Electrolux indeed snapped out of his reverie and became somewhat interested in what Yun Qinglin had said.

He explained the general concept of Huo Yuhao's Soul Spirit Technique from the original work: Soul beasts voluntarily sacrifice themselves, their souls attach to the Soul Ring, establish a contract with the Soul Master, retain their consciousness, and can even continue to cultivate and evolve.

He spoke very briefly, but he touched on the core points.

"This method seems to be very helpful to the world." Electrox didn't press for details about who the person was. "But Qinglin, you need to think about something..."

"This kind of contract is not difficult to establish. It uses the soul as a bond and life force as a bridge to connect two lives. The principle is not complicated, but making it stable is not easy. The contract provided by the person you mentioned is probably incomplete."

"Incomplete?"

"Hmm. If I'm not mistaken, after that contract is established, the soul beast's soul is bound to the soul master. When the soul master dies, the soul beast dies. This isn't an equal contract; it's more like a master-slave contract."

Yun Qinglin's heart stirred. He had only mentioned the Soul Spirit Technique to Ilex, but he hadn't expected that the other party would immediately have an idea.

The Soul Spirit Technique in the original work was indeed not good; it even accelerated the extinction of Soul Beasts.

Electrolux continued, "A true contract should be fair. The soul beast voluntarily sacrifices itself, and the soul master provides life force to nourish its soul. Both sides get what they need and achieve mutual success."

If a Soul Master dies, the Soul Beast should be able to leave, find another Soul Master, or cultivate alone again. If the Soul Beast wants to leave, the Soul Master should let it go. That's what a contract is. What's bound tightly is called a shackle.

"Can it be modified?"

Electrolux didn't answer immediately. After a while, he said, "Yes. But it will take time. I can't do it in my current state."

"Once I recover somewhat, I can give it a try. First, we need to establish the framework and clearly define the rules of the contract. After a soul beast sacrifices itself, how should its soul be preserved, how should it grow, and how should it fuse with the soul master's soul power without losing its own identity? These all require repeated testing."

He paused, then said, "The person you mentioned took a shortcut. He probably doesn't have time, so he had to use the fastest method to create the soul. But we're different; we have time. We can take our time and pave the way."

Yun Qinglin nodded: "Then let's take it slow."

Electrolux smiled. In fact, he knew who Yun Qinglin was talking about. If he had the time, he would never have provided only a half-finished product. In that case, his ending in the original world would probably not have been very good.

But Qinglin himself may not have realized that he always unconsciously takes care of everyone's feelings in a gentle way. It is not surprising that such a child was chosen by the spirit of this world.

Perhaps Qinglin didn't want to know the original ending.

He had heard Yun Qinglin tell him that there was a divine realm in this world, where one could live forever and control the fate of beings in the lower realms at will, which was completely different from the laws of his original world where the gods needed to mend the laws of the entire world.

But Elex also keenly noticed the seriousness in his eyes when he mentioned the realm of the gods; perhaps the enemy this child would face was even more powerful than he imagined.

However, Electrox felt a long-lost challenge and a hint of excitement. He was originally a rebel, from the Son of Light of the Church of Light to the Necromancer God. What did it matter if he went against the heavens?

Since he has chosen Yun Qinglin's spiritual sea as his dwelling place, he will do everything he can to help him, even if it's just the realm of gods.