The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

“This is by no means a mistake due to inexperience! Given Dan Shu’s medical skills and status, as you mentioned, if she had personally examined him…” Russell’s voice was icy cold, filled with intense questioning, “General Jing Yuan, do I need to say anything more?”

A deathly silence filled the study. Even the sandalwood smoke seemed frozen. The terrifying chill emanating from Russell and his overwhelming, blasphemous rage made even the seasoned Jing Yuan feel suffocated.

They poisoned over 100,000 innocent lives, killing people invisibly.

Okay, that's really great!

The abundant and powerful energy bestowed by the Pharmacist, which should have been used to save lives and heal the wounded, has been exploited in this way by such despicable people!

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Golden Branches Endure Through the Ages: Chapter 152 The Best Mulberry in March

Russell scrutinized Jing Yuan, noticing that the lazy smile that the general of Luofu usually wore on his face had vanished.

Instead, a deep-seated anger simmered within him. That flame burned silently deep within his golden eyes, dangerous and suppressed.

“It seems this has indeed touched a nerve.” Russell’s voice was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the silence of the room.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he pointed in the air, and a soft golden-green light flowed from his fingertips, quickly intertwining and condensing in the air.

The light quickly dissipated, and a piece of silk paper, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance, floated lightly onto the table in front of Jing Yuan. "Take it."

Jing Yuan's gaze was immediately drawn to it. Russell continued, "Fortunately, this disaster is not irreversible. Immediately find a physician and alchemist you truly trust and have them refine the elixir again according to this formula."

"Give it to the Cloud Cavalry soldiers who have taken the poison pills. The sooner the better."

Jing Yuan picked up the silk paper. The silk paper felt warm and smooth to the touch, and the abundant power flowing on it was like a living thing.

He quickly scanned the list of medicinal herbs, his brow furrowing slightly before relaxing again: "These are all common items that can be found on the Immortal Ship? Jing Yuan, may I be so bold as to ask what the effects of these pills are?"

"It can delay the onset of the demonic body." Russell's tone returned to its usual calm, yet carried an undeniable power.

"If someone takes a few more pills when they are at the critical point of demonic possession... they can be guaranteed to pass away peacefully and painlessly."

He paused for a moment and then said, “This painful threat, which comes from His blessing and ultimately leads to madness and destruction… it is time for me to end it with my own hands.”

Jing Yuan keenly grasped the key point in Russell's words: "Delay? Rather than eradicate? And cannot prolong life?" He asked tentatively, already having a vague answer in his mind.

"That's right. Its only drawback is that it can't extend the lifespan of the person who takes it. That's fair, isn't it? Being able to leave this world without pain is already a great fortune."

Russell turned his head and a faint, yet exceptionally pure, smile appeared on his face: "So this is not a regret. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the constant laws of the universe, and we should abide by them."

“Nowadays, villains are using poison pills to cause people to die unnatural deaths. As a doctor, it is my duty to treat them. I have no choice but to do my job.”

"But this is only limited to treating diseases; we still have to follow the laws of nature, don't you agree?"

"..." Jing Yuan was speechless for a moment, only lowering his head, his fingers unconsciously stroking the silk paper that contained the magical prescription.

Russell's efficiency in deciphering elixirs was astonishing. This Envoy of Abundance's mastery of pharmacology and understanding of the essence of life is truly admirable.

He took a deep breath to compose himself and bowed solemnly to Russell: "Mr. Russell, you are truly virtuous! Luo Fu is indebted to you for your great kindness."

"This elixir formula is of immeasurable value. Jingyuan... on behalf of the thousands of soldiers and people of Luofu, thanks you for your generous assistance!"

Russell waved his hand gently, and the stern aura around him receded like the tide, replaced by a kind and gentle smile. It was as if the cold and aloof doctor from before had never existed.

"No need for thanks. People often say that I, Bertrand Russell, am the strictest father in a life of abundance, but I know myself that I am ultimately just a doctor."

"To heal physical ailments, to ease emotional distress, and to save the world from its deepest suffering—this aspiration has never wavered. For so many years, it has remained steadfast."

With a sincere smile in his eyes, he said, "Besides, we are allies, aren't we? When allies are in trouble, how can we not do our utmost to help?"

“Allies…” Jing Yuan pondered the word, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

"Alright, that's all for now." Russell stood up, his movements swift, and casually grabbed the last exquisite Dream Eater roll from the table, stuffing it into his mouth without any hesitation.

"I should head to the Ten Kings' Office now. Remember, once this turmoil in Luofu has subsided, prepare a few boxes of fine tea for me as a token of my gratitude. That shouldn't be difficult for you, General of Luofu," he joked with a smile, his figure already gracefully walking towards the door.

"Rest assured, sir, Jingyuan will certainly serve you the finest new tea," Jingyuan replied loudly.

Russell's figure disappeared outside the door, leaving only the faint scent of medicine lingering in the air. Jing Yuan sat down again, his fingers carefully tracing the characters on the silk paper, feeling the powerful vitality and exquisite balance contained within.

His face still held an unquenchable amazement as he thought to himself, "Incredible... the methods of the Envoy of Abundance are truly..."

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The hustle and bustle of Changle Temple seemed to form two separate worlds from the solemnity of the Taibu Temple.

Walter Young leaned against a pillar, his gaze behind his glasses deep, his fingertips tapping his cane unconsciously.

The script of the Star Core Hunter, Kafka's bizarre behavior, the undercurrents within the Luofu Immortal Ship... countless clues swirled and intertwined in his mind, trying to piece together the hidden picture.

"Alas—" An exaggerated sigh broke Walter's reverie.

Beside her, the pink-haired March 7th was kicking pebbles at her feet listlessly, her cheeks puffed out like an angry little sparrow.

When she saw Xing approaching, she immediately pulled Xing aside as if she had found an outlet for her frustration and began to complain: "Xing! You're finally here! Don't you think they're all cut from the same cloth?"

"This involves classified information, ****! The Imperial Shipyard is like this, and so is the Imperial Divination Bureau! Everyone uses this phrase as their motto! Only General Jingyuan has a better temper and can say a few more words."

Xing had just settled down next to an idle sugar painting stall when she heard this and, unusually, spoke up for the person: "Everyone's at work, and everyone has their own rules. Please be understanding, March."

"I understand... but this is so boring!" March 7 muttered, her gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd. Suddenly, she sighed, a hint of nostalgia in her voice that she didn't want to admit.

"To be honest, Ah Xing, I'm actually starting to miss Sangbo a little. Even though he's always cheating and swindling people, at least... it's lively! He doesn't just spout nonsense all the time."

"Oh? My dear friend, it seems you still hold a place in Old Sambo's heart! That's why your longing has immediately summoned me to make my grand entrance!"

A slick and mocking voice emerged like a ghost from under the sugar painting stall cart that March 7th was leaning against.

"Whoa—!" March 7th was so startled that she jumped back like a cat with its fur standing on end, almost crashing into Xing's arms. She patted her chest, still shaken.

Xing stared wide-eyed at the blue-haired figure who slowly stood up from behind the stall and dusted off his clothes.

Her voice was filled with disbelief, "Star! Did you see that? It's an illusion! There must be something wrong with the air on this fairy ship. I'm actually hallucinating that swindler Sangbo's voice!"

She didn't even immediately look at the source of the sound; instead, she first sought confirmation from Xing.

Xing had already seen the person who came in. He raised his hand expressionlessly and pointed precisely behind March 7: "It's not an illusion, March. Do you want to look behind you?"

"Behind? There's just one deserted spot behind..." March 7th turned his head suspiciously, and the moment his gaze focused, an even louder "Holy crap!" burst out.

Sangbo was standing next to the stall, one hand on the edge of the cart and the other on his chest, with his signature exaggerated and somewhat irritatingly aggrieved expression on his face.

"Oh my, my two friends, is it really necessary to be so excited to see me? Didn't someone just say they missed me, Sambo? I had to answer the call and come here right away."

"And all I got in return were 'Wow!' and 'Holy crap!'" Sangbo clutched his chest, his expression exaggerated like he was performing in a stage play. "It's so heartbreaking! Sangbo, my heart is ice-cold, I feel like it's going to shatter into eight pieces and die on the spot!"

"Holy crap! Sambo, what are you doing here?" March 7 finally found his voice, pointing at Sambo with wide eyes.

Almost at the same time, Hoshino crossed his arms and repeated in a flat tone, "Damn it, Sambo, what are you doing here?"

"Hey! Ah Xing! Don't mimic me! You broken record!" March 7th protested, temporarily putting aside his shock at Sambo.

Sangbo chuckled as he watched the two interact, rubbing his hands together and leaning closer: "Oh dear, my two friends, don't be so surprised! As the saying goes, those destined to meet will find each other even from a thousand miles away. Since we can reunite in the vast starry sea and the boundless immortal ship of Changletian, that is an incredible destiny!"

"Come, come, let me tell you a touching story about Dr. Sang, a doctor with miraculous skills and a kind heart, who was appointed to a critical mission and traveled thousands of miles to aid the Luofu Immortal Ship."

Under the watchful eyes of March 7th's "You're kidding me!" and Xing's "Please begin your performance," Sangbo cleared his throat and began to tell his story with great enthusiasm and embellishment.

He recounted his outrageous story to the two of them: how he received Russell's Order of Compassion, how he was inspired by the grand vision of millions of compassionate physicians gathering in Luofu, and how he overcame all difficulties to reach the Immortal Ship. He described it vividly.

He particularly emphasized the sheer number of compassionate doctors – “The first batch was huge, like dumplings being dropped into a pot! And there are several more batches to come!”

"How many exactly? Heh, you'll have to ask Lord Russell for that. Anyway, from what I, Old Sambo, have seen, the Immortal Ship is now full of our comrades!"

"Pfft—cough cough cough!" March 7 choked on her own saliva, and she pointed at Sangbo's extremely flashy suit and laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"Merciful Doctor? You? Sambo Koski? Hahahaha! This is absolutely the most outrageous joke I've heard all year! A swindler who specializes in cheating and swindling has suddenly become Dr. Sambo, who saves lives? I must be having a nightmare! Xing, pinch me to wake me up!"

Xing cooperated perfectly and gently pinched March 7's arm.

"Ouch! You really pinched me! And you pinched me so hard." March 7th rubbed his arm, looking at Sangbo's injured expression that seemed to say "How could you not believe me?" and the handful of colorful, cheaply packaged candies he handed him, and finally realized that this was not a dream.

She picked up a piece of candy with an expression as if she had swallowed a fly: "So... Sambo, you came to Luofu really in response to Mr. Russell's call to become... uh, a compassionate physician?"

She emphasized the last four words, her tone filled with doubt.

Sambo immediately puffed out his chest, trying to appear more upright (though with little effect): "Of course! My friend, you're underestimating me!"

"Although I, Sangbo, am a bit shrewd in business, I am also a man of principle and a sense of responsibility! When Luofu is in trouble, and the magistrate of Fengrao raises his voice, how can we, as righteous men, sit idly by? Saving lives and healing the wounded is our bounden duty!"

He spoke passionately, but his eyes darted around, seemingly looking for an opportunity to slip away.

Xing watched Sambo's exaggerated performance in silence, then looked at the cheap candy in her hand, and finally looked up, her gaze piercing through Sambo's righteous pretense and pointing straight to the core.

She spoke slowly and softly, but it made Sangbo's smile freeze for a moment: "Responding to the call is just a pretense; the real purpose is to take advantage of the chaos and find business opportunities, right? For example, using the identity of the compassionate physician as a pass, or... reselling some scarce medicinal materials?"

"Uh... well..." Sangbo chuckled awkwardly, his eyes darting around, as if his secret had been exposed.

“Friends, let’s not say anything even if we see through it! It’s a win-win situation! Look, I even treated you to candy!” he said as he backed away.

"Oh dear! I was so busy catching up with old friends that I almost forgot! I also have a small gathering with a few other 'skilled and compassionate' colleagues! To discuss medical techniques and exchange experiences! It's very important! Let's talk about it another day! Another day!"

Before he finished speaking, Sangbo had already slipped into the crowded people beside him like a slippery eel, disappearing without a trace in a few flashes, leaving only the lingering words "Goodbye!" in the air.

March 7th held the candy, looking in the direction Sambo had disappeared, then glanced at Xing with a "I knew it" expression, and felt a wave of absurdity wash over her.

She shook her head, trying to shake the equation "shrewd businessman Sambo = compassionate doctor" out of her mind.

“Hey, Ah Xing,” March 7th’s voice was filled with helplessness, “Do you think this guy… he really came to Luofu to help?”

"I have a feeling that wherever he goes, trouble follows. Mr. Russell... does he really know anything about this guy?"

Xing twirled the cheap candy between her fingers, the wrapper making a soft rustling sound.

She gazed at the bustling crowds of Chang Le Tian, ​​the towering buildings of the Taibu Si casting long shadows in the unique light of the celestial vessel. In the end, she simply shrugged, casually stuffing the candy into her pocket, offering only one answer:

[Who knows what he's doing here? Anyway, these candies look pretty good, I might as well have a couple first.]

[Alas, the calamity of the Immortal Ship began with Sangbo; I think it's doomed. Let's escape for our lives!]

I don't think we need to worry about this matter that has nothing to do with us. General Jingyuan will handle it.

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Golden Branches Through the Ages: Chapter 153 The Bloodstained Patrol Arrow

"Hmph, the calamity of the Immortal Ship began with Sangbo. I think the Immortal Ship is doomed. Let's hurry and escape for our lives," Xing said to March 7.

March 7 rolled her eyes and sighed deeply, saying, "Sigh, it's pointless to ask you anyway, I won't get any proper answers! What kind of ridiculous dream did I have!"

She shook her head violently, as if trying to shake the ominous premonition out of her mind.

"It's all that Sambo's fault!" she said angrily, hands on her hips. "Hey, where were we? Oh, right, back in Belloborg, we got on the most wanted list for no reason as soon as we got off the train, and we had to run around trying to contact all sorts of forces to deal with Star Core and Cocolia. Back then, even taking a breath was a luxury!"

Her tone gradually turned helpless: "But what now? We've arrived at this celestial ship, Luofu, and look, all we can do is wait, and wait some more!"

“Waiting for one approval process, waiting for the next approval procedure, all our time is wasted on this endless waiting, it’s a complete waste of life…” she said, spreading her hands in frustration.

"Chasing, running away, or just waiting... that's probably life..."

March 7th's tone suddenly carried a hint of melancholy, which was inconsistent with his usual lively image, and his gaze drifted into the distance.

“Waiting here won’t solve anything,” Xing said, her playful expression fading. “Why don’t we go for a walk in the square? It’s better than just sitting here like idiots. Maybe we’ll stumble upon a turning point.”

“Yes, you’re right.” March 7th nodded, perking up again. “Then let’s go to Changle Tian Plaza and see what’s new.”

She paused and muttered to herself, "I hope I don't run into that Sambo guy again. Every time I see him, nothing good ever comes of it. He's like a walking trouble-making machine."

The two crossed the uniquely carved and painted covered bridge of the fairy boat and headed towards Changle Tian Square, where the crowds were relatively concentrated.

The scene at Changle Tian Square was quite different from what they had expected. The once bustling leisure area was now filled with makeshift stretchers and medical tents, and lay with sick patients.

The air was thick with the smell of herbs and a faint, unsettling odor of decay.

Many patients showed signs of the initial manifestation of demonic possession. Other patients were mostly suffering from recurring old injuries, and they were all placed here for convenient centralized treatment.

"Dr. Bai, we are so grateful to you!" An elderly fox-man with white hair and beard, but still a robust physique, excitedly grasped the hand of the busy fox-man healer in front of him.

He was dressed in a faded, old-fashioned Yunqi military uniform, his shoulder armor bearing the marks of time.

"Since taking the medicine you prescribed, the old injuries in my bones have really healed! The excruciating pain and itching are gone! Now, I can finally live a few years of comfortable life!"

Bai Li, known as Doctor Bai, was carefully putting several celadon medicine bottles into the large medicine bag he carried with him.

Upon hearing this, the bushy tail twitched gently, and it responded softly, "Grandpa, I can certainly do my best to alleviate your physical pain. However..."

He paused for a moment, his clear eyes looking directly at the old Yunqi. "With my medical skills, I can only extend your lifespan by a maximum of five years. That's the limit."