"The people of the tribe call you Shennong and want to bestow upon you the title of the Shennong Clan." Jiang Wenji looked at the finished animal skin scroll, carefully examining it in her hands. Seeing what was written and drawn on it, even she was astonished.
"Shennong Clan?" Jiang Wen couldn't help but be surprised upon hearing this surname. How did he suddenly become the Shennong Clan?
He had been here for quite some time and naturally knew what kind of people could be called gods.
Just like the giant cauldron he had seen in the Tuoba Clan, which the Tuoba people called the Divine Cauldron. And the Emperor sitting in the royal capital of Taicang, the Tuoba people called him the Divine Ruler.
To be given the title of 'Divine' meant that it was something extremely sacred and respected in the hearts of the tribe members.
"Yes, the herbs you guided them to make saved many people. Everyone now knows what to do when they are injured or sick. No one has died in the settlement these past few days, and many tribesmen who would have died from illness have recovered. Everyone feels that you saved them, just like a divine being. So they feel that the surname Shennong Clan is suitable for you," Jiang Wenji said with a smile in her voice. Her eyes never left the animal skin scroll, and after reading it, she sighed deeply.
"This 'Compendium of Herbs' that you wrote, if it were to be spread, it would truly save the people of the world's tribes. Even the Emperor's achievements are not half as great as yours."
As Jiang Wenji spoke, a bitter smile appeared on her face: "I cannot let you spread this thing."
"Why?"
"The Emperor forbids it," she sighed. "If you were to truly spread this throughout the world, then you should be the one to be the Emperor. In the past, the abdication of the Three Sovereigns has always been praised as a good story, but your merit of saving the world and helping the people is probably even greater than the Three Sovereigns. If you don't become the Emperor, will the people of the various tribes be convinced?"
"Just because of this, you can't spread this 'Compendium of Herbs'? Are the lives of the tribesmen not worth mentioning?" Jiang Wen asked, puzzled.
"You don't understand," Jiang Wenji said with a hint of helplessness.
Jiang Wen thought for a while and roughly understood Jiang Wenji's meaning. It was nothing more than his merits being too great, causing the Emperor to be wary of him.
"How about this, since this 'Compendium of Herbs' cannot be spread, find a few clever and intelligent tribesmen and teach them this 'Compendium of Herbs'. Let them help treat the wounded in the settlement, how about that? These people can be called pharmacists. When everyone gets used to the existence of pharmacists, then make this 'Compendium of Herbs' public. How about that?" Jiang Wen thought of a way to minimize the presence of the 'Compendium of Herbs'.
Jiang Wenji thought this suggestion was very good and gladly adopted his idea.
In the following days, Jiang Wen selected several clever people from the gathered tribesmen. Then, he taught them the 'Compendium of Herbs' and told them that this 'Compendium of Herbs' was bestowed by a divine being. In the future, if they wanted to pass it on to others, they would need to kowtow three times and bow nine times to become their teacher. And they must not reveal this thing, lest they be punished by the divine being.
Where would the tribesmen understand these things? Naturally, they solemnly agreed. They even knelt in front of Jiang Wen to become his disciples, calling him the Ancestor of Shennong.
With these pharmacists helping to treat the wounded in the settlement, the construction of the settlement also progressed rapidly.
Jiang Wen saw the method they used to build the city walls, which was to have several people carry giant stones that were ten meters long, and then use their hands and bronze weapons to chop and flatten them. Finally, they used mud to stick them together, forming a tall city wall.
Jiang Wen felt that this was not smooth enough and tried some other methods to strengthen the adhesion effect. In the end, he really found a suitable thing. It was something like lime, which was split from the stone and then thrown aside to accumulate.
Everyone thought this thing was useless, but they never expected Jiang Wen to burn it into ash and then mix it with soil to become a new adhesive. Using this thing to build defensive city walls was not only extremely strong but also not afraid of rain erosion.
Jiang Wenji was overjoyed when she heard this news and heavily rewarded Jiang Wen in public. This not only accelerated her speed of building the city but also allowed her to build more magnificent city gates.
Using this cheap and practical adhesive, the settlement quickly built houses with gravel. Compared to sleeping in grass huts in the wilderness, these stone buildings were obviously safer and more comfortable.
In just half a month, a huge city had taken shape. The tribe's warriors guarded the city walls, watching the surrounding situation. People constantly entered and exited from the city gates, sending various supplies into the city.
As the number of tribesmen here increased, more and more people came here to live and trade. From the original settlement of no more than a thousand people, it had now become a city stronghold of nearly ten thousand people.
During this time, Jiang Wen re-entered the realm of Refining Qi and Transforming into Qi, and he could use all kinds of spells. He found a large piece of black iron stone in the mountains and used the Samadhi True Fire that he had re-refined to forge a flying sword for himself. He also forged stronger iron weapons for the other people in the tribe to deal with the increasingly dangerous fierce beasts.
Outside the city, he used earth magic to pull a moat to protect the city, which was convenient for the people in the city to drink water.
During this time, Jiang Wen also tried to pass on the Life Fire cultivation method he knew to everyone, but unfortunately, there was not a single person with spiritual roots in the entire settlement, which made Jiang Wen feel quite regretful.
One day, he was walking leisurely by the river when he heard crying coming from the riverbank.
He walked over and saw a child crying, so he asked the child what had happened.
The child saw Jiang Wen and knelt down, and then said: "Noble, it's just because my parents both died at the hands of cultivators. Today, I saw the water and missed them, so I cried sadly. If I have disturbed you, please forgive me."
"It's okay."
Jiang Wen sat down next to him and chatted with him to learn where he came from.
The child used to be a child in a tribe of a thousand people. Later, when the great fog descended, although the people in the tribe had sacrifices, they were not effective, and in the end, only half of them survived.
Later, demon beasts attacked the tribe's settlement, and only one in ten of the remaining people survived, leaving only a hundred people to migrate to the Tuoba Clan.
Who would have thought that they would encounter cultivators on the road and be taken away half of them. The child's parents were among them.
All the tribes living in this world know what the consequences will be if they are taken away by those cultivators. The child felt sad when he thought of his parents' death.
Jiang Wen comforted the child, but unexpectedly discovered that this child actually possessed spiritual roots. He asked the child's name, and the child said: "I have no surname. My parents call me Qi."
"I want to take you as my disciple, are you willing?" Jiang Wen nodded when he heard the name and told him his intention.
How could this child not be willing to listen to this? He knew that the pharmacists who lived well in the city were disciples of the noble in front of him. He quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Very good," Jiang Wen smiled as he stroked the child's head. "Since your name is Qi, then I will give you a surname. Your surname will be Xiu."
"Xiu Qi? Xiu Qi! Thank you, noble... Thank you, Master!" The child called out extremely excitedly.
"Xiu Qi, not bad," Jiang Wen smiled and suddenly thought of something. He was stunned and muttered to himself. "What was Yan Gongli's master's name? It seems to be Xiu Qi too?"
