The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

65: The Heaven and Earth of QingnangIn a suffocating silence, a hand suddenly reached out from under the rain canopy.

This hand was slender and clean, palm facing upward, steadily catching a few drops of falling purple rain.

Everyone’s gaze subconsciously shifted over.

Su Yun stood there, his other hand still in his pocket, his posture as casual as if he were watching the scenery from his own balcony.

The purple rainwater landed on his palm, not corroding his skin, but silently pooling into a small puddle of murky liquid. Su Yun looked down for a while, then suddenly, as if thoughtful, brought his hand to his nose and sniffed.

”Comrade Su Yun! Don’t move! It’s poisonous!” Qin Shuangyue was startled and subconsciously reached out to pull him back.

”It’s fine.”

Su Yun even extended the tip of his tongue and gently licked his fingertip stained with the rainwater.

This action turned the faces of the ministers nearby pale; the Minister of Health even began chanting a spell on the spot, intending to cast a healing spell.

”Hmm... The West really did find a loophole.” Su Yun smacked his lips and shook his hand with a look of disdain. ”But this smell of rotten apples, along with the sour stench of industrial wastewater... It seems Western alchemy is only at this level. They only care about lethality and don’t pay any attention to color, aroma, or taste.”

He turned around, looking at the grim-faced Dragon One, and then at Old Ross, who was still laughing wildly in the distance.

”Old Dragon, do you think this move is quite hard to solve?” Su Yun asked.

Dragon One sighed: ”If it were a clash of arms, I wouldn’t be afraid. But this kind of biochemical attack targeting the ecology... Our technical reserves are insufficient. Even if we started developing an antidote now, it would take at least a day. The crops can’t wait, and the people’s daily meals can’t wait.”

”So...”

Dragon One looked at Su Yun, his eyes full of expectation.

Su Yun smiled slightly; he naturally knew what Dragon One was expecting.

He stepped out from under the rain canopy and walked directly into the purple rain filling the sky.

The rainwater soaked his hair and clothes, but he was completely unconcerned.

”Comrade Su Yun!” Qin Shuangyue said anxiously.

With his back to the crowd, Su Yun raised his hand and waved it, signaling everyone to calm down. He looked up at the despairing purple firmament, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

”S-class virus? Genetic lockdown? Sounds pretty high-end.”

”But these Westerners seem to have forgotten one thing.”

Su Yun’s voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the curtain of rain, reaching everyone’s ears, even drowning out Old Ross’s laughter.

”They play with poison to kill people.”

”And on this land of ours, ever since our Old Ancestor Shennong tasted the hundred herbs, all poisons have only had two endings.”

Su Yun stopped, turned his head, and looked toward the prison wagon, his eyes clear and bright.

”Either they are made into medicine.”

”Or they are made into food.”

Old Ross’s laughter in the prison wagon came to an abrupt halt, as if someone had grabbed him by the throat. He stared wide-eyed, a sense of foreboding rising inexplicably in his heart: ”You... what do you want to do? This is a rule-based toxin combined with the zombie virus! Unless there is God’s purification, otherwise...”

”God?”

Su Yun shook his head and smiled, ”Sorry, this place is under the jurisdiction of King Yama; God’s hand cannot reach here. As for rules... let me show you what our rules are.”

He slowly closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank deep into his mind, where a skill on the panel was shining brightly.

[Host’s intent detected...]

[Analyzing environmental samples... S-class composite virus ”desolation”, determined to be ”ecological plague”.]

[Searching skill library... Skill ”Immunity to All Poisons” extracted successfully.]

[Releasing...]

Su Yun’s mind stirred.

If it were ordinary ”Immunity to All Poisons”, it might only be able to save the capital.

But now, what he was stepping on was 9.6 million square kilometers of hot land, and standing behind him was five thousand years of civilization.

”Since you want to poison this land, then I will prescribe a good medicine for this land.”

[Talent ”Territory is Domain” forcibly intervened!]

[Skill dimension elevation in progress...]

[Historical heritage detected: Shennong tasting the hundred herbs, hanging the pot to save the world, Green Bag Classic, Compendium of Materia Medica...]

[Concept reshaping in progress...]

[Skill ”Immunity to All Poisons” mutated into—]

[Shennong Medical Immortal · Green Bag Heaven and Earth]

[Description: In ancient times, there was Shennong, who tasted the hundred herbs to save the common people; later there was the Medical Saint, who hung the pot to save the masses. All of my kind, endlessly thriving. Even if a deadly poison falls from the sky, it can be transformed into sweet rain that nourishes all things.]

[Effect: Within the territory, forcibly strip away all concepts of negativity, toxins, and plagues, converting them into life energy. All life forms determined to be ”domestic creations” (including people, plants, water sources) gain the ”vibrant” status.]

[Note: That is the fragrance of medicine, the smoke and fire of life boiled into the bones over thousands of years.]

Su Yun suddenly opened his eyes.

”Rise!”

He stomped his right foot heavily on the ground.

”Boom—!!!”

A dull, loud noise, like the heartbeat from deep within the earth, instantly spread throughout the entire square, traveling along the earth’s veins across the whole city.

Immediately after, in the shocked eyes of everyone, a huge bronze phantom appeared without warning in the Void Realm behind Su Yun.

That was not a War God, nor was it a sharp sword.

That was a... medicine furnace!

A bronze medicine furnace with three legs and two handles, archaic in its entirety, carved with mountains, rivers, plants, birds, beasts, insects, and fish!

This medicine furnace stood a hundred feet tall, as towering as a mountain, floating just like that above the capital, crowding out the purple rain filling the sky until it dimmed and lost its luster.

”This is...” Minister of Agriculture Liu Nong looked up, his mouth open wide enough to fit an egg.

”What a medicine furnace of mountains and rivers!” Dragon One muttered to himself, an unprecedented light erupting in his eyes.

Qin Shuangyue and the others also looked up at the sky, eyes wide open.

The moment this medicine furnace appeared, the nauseating, rotten, fishy stench in the air was forcibly suppressed by a few degrees.

But this was not enough. Su Yun stood beneath the medicine furnace, as small as an ant, yet his Aura was like that of a god. He grasped the air with his right hand, as if holding an invisible giant hammer.

”For any poison that causes illness, there must be a cure. Take heaven and earth as the furnace, take creation as the craftsman.”

”Refine!”

The next second.

In the Void Realm, it seemed as if an invisible giant hand held an equally huge jade pestle and smashed it fiercely into the illusory medicine furnace.

”Dang—!!!”

This sound was not the clashing of metal and iron, but a clear, resonant sound that went straight to the Soul. It was like the morning bell in a deep mountain temple, or that reassuring sound when an old Chinese doctor grabs medicine.

With this impact, the lid of the medicine furnace was blown open with a roar.

A visible cyan wave of Qi, like a volcanic eruption, spewed out from the furnace mouth!

That was not smoke; it was light, it was Qi, it was the ”Medicine Soul” condensed from five thousand years of wisdom!

This cyan Qi was extremely domineering. It did not choose to avoid the purple rain, but instead, like an Azure Dragon swimming against the current, it roared and charged into the thick, dirty purple clouds.

In an instant, a rich, inseparable fragrance of Chinese herbal medicine swept across the entire city!

It was not a bitter taste.

This scent was extremely complex yet incredibly harmonious. There was the refreshing coolness of mint that cleared the mind, the lingering subtle sweetness of licorice, the gentle and soothing warmth of mugwort, and the fresh fragrance of honeysuckle dispelling the gloom.

This was not a chemically synthesized fragrance; this was the herbal tea mom brewed, the mugwort hung during the Dragon Boat Festival, that bowl of bitter yet sweet medicinal soup from when one was sick as a child.

It was the unique scent of this land, the fragrance of life. At the very moment this fragrance permeated, a miracle happened.