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Chapter 1396: Extra: The Quiet One (3)_3
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The news spread, and the entire Great Wilderness was in an uproar.
Only then did the world understand that the Lone One never resisted...
It wasn’t because he couldn’t, but because he disdained it.
The invincible armies of the two great Ancient Clans, which swept across the Great Wilderness, were nothing but a wave of his hand in his eyes!
Instantly, the entire Great Wilderness was in a frenzy.
Countless tribes of the Human Race migrated towards the Yun Heng Tribe.
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The upheaval in the Great Wilderness soon attracted the attention of the Ten Thousand Tribes.
"Back then, it was hard enough to destroy Humanity City, and now, someone has actually created a path for the Human Race?!"
"Intolerable! The path he created for the Human Race dares to use our path of the Ten Thousand Tribes as a stepping stone?!"
"It was that War Beast, who once glimpsed the cultivation techniques of various tribes in Myriad Clans City, and even killed a Chaos Clan prodigy in the end..."
"But how did he do it? Such incredible brilliance... The cultivation techniques used by various tribes to train the War Beasts are nothing but the most basic and lowest level techniques..."
The high-ranking members of each tribe were shaken, baffled to no end.
However, no matter what, the threat from the Human Race had truly materialized.
For countless ages, the Human Race had been enslaved by the Ten Thousand Tribes. To prevent the birth of a great path within the Human Race, they slew the sages of the Human Race more than once. The massacre at Humanity City nineteen years ago was orchestrated by the higher-ups of each tribe. In that battle, Humanity City was bathed in blood, and every seed of hope was crushed.
Yet now, someone has still created such a grand path!
"Kill! Leave no loose ends, eliminate this person!"
A high-ranking member shouted!
A war among the Ten Thousand Tribes was about to unfold!
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According to ancient records, this great war lasted for thirteen hundred years.
During these thirteen hundred years, the flame of the Human Race not only wasn’t extinguished but grew stronger with each battle.
The path created by the Lone One for the Human Race spread everywhere; his path used the paths of the Ten Thousand Tribes as stepping stones, forging a supreme path for the Human Race.
The more intense the battles became, the more supreme beings were born within the Human Race. The divine skills and mystical methods of the Ten Thousand Tribes all perfected the path of the Human Race.
In the thousandth year, an unknown great battle erupted in Myriad Clans City.
Records state that the Lone One went there alone, while the greatest experts among the Ten Thousand Tribes waited in full array.
When the Lone One withdrew, Myriad Clans City had already become ruins, with not a single living being left.
The great momentum of the Human Race was definite, and over the next three hundred years, the remnants of the various tribes were completely eliminated.
The illustrious Human Race thus became the leader of the Ten Thousand Tribes.
The Lone One also became the Great Emperor in the same year.
He was the first Great Emperor of the Human Race in history.
Yet, after opening up a golden era for the Human Race, he was rarely seen.
Even after becoming the emperor, the Lone One remained alone.
He did not dwell in the Imperial Palace but wandered across the lands.
Often, no one recognized his identity; he was like a lonely, desolate wanderer.
Traveling the world, no one knew what he was searching for.
Years later.
In a small, ordinary town.
A middle-aged man arrived, and no one knew where he came from or where he was going.
He drank at a tavern, sitting alone in a corner, engaging with no one in conversation.
The innkeeper knew that such a person was just passing through and would not stay, so there was no excess enthusiasm.
But soon, the small inn came alive.
"Miss Yao is here!"
"Miss Yao, please come in. We’ve already prepared your meal."
The waiter enthusiastically led a young girl inside, followed by a group of raggedly dressed common people.
The young girl, dressed in pale yellow, was like a lotus emerging from water. She carried a medicine basket on her back and had a large medical book in her hands as she sat down.
The table was filled with good wine and food, all prepared for her alone.
She smiled, her smile blooming like a flower, and calmly ate her meal. The poor people who followed her, although eyes full of longing, remained quiet, not disturbing her.
Finally, after finishing her meal, she said:
"Thank you all for the meal... Well, we can start the consultations now."
Her gaze swept over the people who had come with her.
One by one, the poor approached.
"You’re suffering from an eye disease; you’ll need to drink water soaked with Yellow Spirit Grass and apply a paste made from lacquer tree bark externally,"
With each mentioned herb, she would open the medical book and point it out to the poor:
"See, this is Yellow Spirit Grass, found on the shady side of North Mountain. Be careful to distinguish it; don’t pick the wrong Spirit Grass with little thorns on the leaves, and when boiling the lacquer tree bark, use rainwater..."
She didn’t directly provide medicine, but instead inform them of the treatment methods and where to find the herbs.
The patients left joyfully.
Soon, the tavern was empty.
"Miss Yao, you’re really odd. Why do you treat these paupers for just one meal?"
The waiter cleaned the table, looking puzzled, and said:
"If you charged properly, with your medical skills, you’d have been rich beyond belief by now. If you care about your reputation, why do it for just one meal? That meal’s cost is nothing compared to a single consultation visit, it would be better to forego it and gain a grand reputation, wouldn’t it?"
But the young girl smiled and said:
"Money, as long as there’s enough, is fine. As for fame, there’s not much use if it’s too great."
"Treating illnesses is important, but the fee can’t be waived; otherwise, it would breed laziness. Compared to physical ailments, mental illness is harder to cure."
As she spoke, her eyes suddenly landed on the corner, on the shabby middle-aged man, and said:
"Who is he?"
The waiter shook his head and said, "Just a passing traveler."
But the young girl pondered for a moment, then walked over to look at the middle-aged man and said:
"I am a healer; you are ill, would you like treatment?"
The middle-aged man slowly raised his head and said:
"Thank you, I am fine, no need."
He drank his wine, eyes filled with melancholy and detachment.
He was clearly alive in this world, but the young girl suddenly felt he was as lonely as a star at the edge of the sky.
"No, you are indeed ill."
She insisted.
The middle-aged man said: "What ailment?"
"Hollow Heart Syndrome."
The young girl confidently said:
"Your heart is empty. If it continues this way, it won’t be long before you die, by your own hand."
In the middle-aged man’s eyes, it was as if rocks were slowly shifting, "Can you cure it?"
The young girl nodded firmly, "As long as it’s an ailment... I can!"
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Goodnight.