Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Lieshan lay on the ground, panting heavily. His dizzy head gradually cleared, and his whole body was soaked in sweat, as if he had been pulled out of the water.

Upon seeing the familiar figure before him, he knew who had saved him.

Duobao.

The teacher who had always remained hidden in the shadows, silently protecting him.

"Enough." Duobao's voice rang in his ear, tinged with a hint of pity, "You're courting death."

Lieshan smiled weakly: "I won't die... With the teacher here, I won't die."

Duobao was silent for a moment, his voice somewhat muffled: "I can save you, but you can't bring yourself to die. If you encounter those special poisons, I'll have to go to the underworld to retrieve you."

Lieshan propped himself up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and carefully placed the plant that had almost killed him into the bamboo basket.

"It's poisonous, extremely poisonous," he muttered to himself. "The toxicity is potent, and the effects are incredibly rapid...!"

Duobao was speechless.

Has this disciple gone mad?

Having just escaped death, the first thing I did upon waking up wasn't to feel lingering fear, but to analyze the effects of the medicine.

"Give it a name," Duobao said irritably. "After all, it almost killed you."

Lieshan thought for a moment and said, "This herb is said to cause intestinal damage if eaten, so let's call it... Intestine-Breaking Grass."

Duobao: "..."

Lieshan slung his bamboo basket over his shoulder, enduring the lingering pain in his abdomen, and continued searching for the next medicinal herb in the mountains.

The discovery of Gelsemium elegans was just the beginning.

In the years that followed, Lieshan devoured dozens of plants every day, analyzing their medicinal properties and effects.

He goes into the mountains every morning and tries each one one by one.

He recorded some plants that were non-toxic and harmless, and even had some nourishing effects, labeling them as "edible" or "beneficial".

Some plants have only mild toxicity, causing only minor discomfort. He would record the degree and nature of their toxicity and consider how to utilize or avoid them.

Some plants are highly poisonous and can be fatal if handled carelessly, so he was extra careful and made thorough preparations before trying them.

Every attempt is like dancing before the forces of death.

He once tasted a purple berry that was sweet and juicy, but after eating it, he felt numb all over, had difficulty breathing, and his heart almost stopped beating.

Duobao intervened in time, using Daoist energy to protect his heart meridian, thus pulling him back from the brink of death.

He once tasted a white root, crushed it, and applied it to a wound, finding that it had an excellent hemostatic effect.

However, if ingested internally, it can cause severe vomiting and diarrhea, and in severe cases, it can even lead to dehydration and death.

Each time, it was a near-death experience.

Each time, it was a matter of life and death.

But Lieshan never stopped.

Because every herb discovered that is useful to humans can save the lives of the non-human race.

Some poisonous herbs, while not suitable for direct medicinal use, can be used for hunting, helping tribal warriors to kill powerful ferocious beasts.

Some herbs, though bitter in taste, can clear heat and detoxify, making them excellent medicines for treating insect bites.

There is another herb that, though it may look unremarkable, has the effects of replenishing qi and blood, strengthening the body, and helping tribal warriors forge their physiques.

Whenever he found a useful herb, he would dig it up from the forest and transplant it to an open space next to the village.

Over time, that vacant lot gradually turned into a small medicinal herb garden.

The tribespeople initially did not understand what Lieshan was doing.

All they knew was that this newcomer would go into the mountains every day and bring back a bunch of messy weeds. Sometimes he would chew and swallow these weeds, then writhe on the ground in agony, and sometimes he would even faint.

They thought this person had something wrong with their head.

One day, a child in the tribe was bitten by a poisonous snake. His lower leg swelled up and turned black, and he had a high fever that wouldn't go down. He was on the verge of death.

The clansmen were frantic, but helpless.

Upon hearing the news, Lieshan rushed over, glanced at the child's injuries, turned around and picked a few herbs from the herb garden, crushed them and applied them to the wounds, then boiled together the weeds from the trees into a pot of pitch-black liquid and forced it down the child's throat.

In less than half an hour, the child's body temperature returned to normal, the swelling subsided, and the child regained consciousness.

The tribespeople were dumbfounded.

From then on, no one thought Lieshan was crazy anymore.

They revered Lieshan as a god, calling him the "divine healer," and would seek him out immediately whenever they encountered any injury or illness.

Lieshan lived up to everyone's expectations and did everything he could to treat them.

This is the best opportunity to combine his own experience of tasting hundreds of herbs with practical application.

But he knew that his knowledge of herbs was still very limited.

On this land, there are countless plants waiting for him to discover, try, and record.

He can't stop.

Time slipped away quietly amidst countless brushes with death.

Lieshan has lost count of how many kinds of plants he has tasted.

Hundreds? Thousands? Maybe more.

All he remembers is that every attempt was a gamble.

The stakes were his life; he was betting on whether the plant was poisonous and what its effects were.

Most of the time, he lost his bets.

The plant was poisonous, and he could only wait in agony, hoping that Duobao would come to his rescue.

But there are times when we win.

He recorded all the useful herbs he discovered, noting in detail their appearance, growing environment, medicinal properties, usage, and dosage.

The recording tool he used was one of the few animal hides available in the tribe, where he wrote down the names and uses of the herbs in a crooked and messy manner.

His handwriting was terrible, but every stroke was imbued with the lessons he had learned from his many brushes with death.

After Lieshan had basically figured out the medicinal properties of the herbs within a radius of several miles of this tribe, he passed it on to the other members of the tribe!

He then bid farewell to the other tribesmen and continued on to the next tribe.

He knew that one person's strength was ultimately limited.

The entire human race consists of countless tribes and countless people; he cannot save them all.

What he can do is pass on this knowledge of herbs to more people, so that every tribe can have its own herbalist and be able to save themselves.

Whenever Lieshan visited a tribe, in addition to tasting hundreds of herbs, he would also select disciples from among the tribes and impart all the herbal knowledge he had recorded to them.

Tribes benefited from his knowledge of herbs, and the legend of him tasting hundreds of herbs spread widely across the land.

Many more tribes were eagerly awaiting the arrival of this "Shennong".

His stomach, refined by countless herbs, gradually underwent a strange transformation, becoming immune to ordinary poisons and able to easily analyze their medicinal properties and effects.

Similarly, without anyone noticing, the seal that Huanglong left on Lieshan had already begun to crack a little.

Lieshan's own cultivation level also began to recover without him realizing it.

Refining essence into qi—refining qi into spirit—refining spirit to return to emptiness!

Lieshan is doing something that no one has ever done before, walking a path that no one has ever walked before.

This is his unique path to becoming the Emperor.