Farm Girl's Manor

The newly improved prescription, after repeated trials, was confirmed to prevent and treat infected patients without leaving any sequelae. With Mo Yan’s nod of approval, it spread like wildfire within Wei Zhou.

Countless people were afflicted with the epidemic. In the eyes of doctors like Mo Yan, these patients quarantined at the isolation points were waiting for treatment. The overwhelming majority saw their illness as a death sentence, clinging to life with extremely faint hope only for the sake of their families.

When word spread that a cure for the epidemic had been found, they could hardly believe their ears. But when their persistent fevers began to recede less than two hours after taking the first dose, they finally believed in the potion’s effect and slowly rekindled their desire to live.

Although she took advantage of the time difference within the Space, the intense concentration still exhausted Mo Yan. After formulating the prescription, she collapsed into bed and slept soundly for a day and night. When she awoke, exciting good news came from every isolation point, easing her concerns.

"Yanyan, there’s nothing left for you to do here. Hurry back to Jing City and find a secluded forest for me to Transform. I can’t wait any longer," Xuetuan urged impatiently from within the Space, as Mo Yan leisurely got dressed, as if longing to give her wings to fly back that very night.

Mo Yan, somewhat helpless, soothed her, "We’ve waited so many years; a few more days won’t make a difference. Once the plague in Wei Zhou is fully resolved, I promise to go straight to the depths of Yuhua Mountain to let you Transform in peace."

The Heavenly Dao did not allow Xuetuan’s existence in this world. Only by accumulating enough merit could it look the other way. However, at the time of Transformation, Xuetuan would have to endure divine punishment, necessitating a deserted place. Otherwise, if innocent bystanders were harmed by the celestial power, the sin would be attributed to Xuetuan.

Hearing this, Xuetuan grumbled discontentedly, "The medicine you’ve made has no issues; these people will soon recover. We should head back to Jing City before they get well. By that time, the Space will have reached the Ninth Level, and you can immediately use the Nine Relics to aid my Transformation. Why waste time here for nothing?"

"You rascal, you’ve got it all figured out!" Mo Yan found herself torn between laughter and tears upon hearing Xuetuan’s well-reasoned plan.

While she understood the logic, her heart couldn’t let go of the people of Wei Zhou suffering from the plague. She was also worried about potential complications during her departure, and she wanted to ensure the crisis was completely over before she could leave with peace of mind.

"Hmph, this is about my freedom; how can I not scheme? If you were trapped for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, I wonder if you wouldn’t be in a hurry," Xuetuan pouted, conjuring a tear of self-pity.

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Two days later, all patients who drank the potion saw their prolonged fevers steadily subside without relapse. Five days later, symptoms like coughing blood entirely vanished. Eight days on, and the people who had been tormented by the epidemic for days were joyously taken home by their healthy relatives after the doctors confirmed their full recovery.

The medicine wasn’t supposed to work so fast; it usually took at least half a month to see results. But Xuetuan inside the Space couldn’t wait and urged Mo Yan to enhance the medicine with Spirit Spring Water, which also bolstered the patients’ immunity, halving their recovery time.

Spirit Spring Water, on its own, could neutralize viruses. But Mo Yan was human, not a deity. One day she would leave this world, and with her departure, both the Space and the Spirit Spring Water would vanish. However, the prescription for resisting the epidemic could be preserved to benefit all people, and that was the real reason she endeavored to research the cure.

During this period, Mo Yan’s name had slowly spread throughout Wei Zhou, and she was revered as a divine physician. Some, having discovered where she lived, came to express their gratitude. Though they did not find her in person, they insisted on kowtowing outside her door before leaving, filled with immense appreciation.

The red patterns on the Merit Pearl grew more numerous, and the accompanying immense Power of Faith made Xuetuan exclaim with delight. The day before Mo Yan had planned to return to Jing City, the Space that had been waiting for ten years leveled up without a hitch, reaching the Ninth Level, and Xuetuan underwent another transformation of form.

"Xuetuan, how did you turn into this?" Mo Yan stared dumbfounded at the white orb in front of her, larger than an ostrich egg, hardly able to believe it was the same soft and cuddly Xuetuan she knew for over a decade.

No wonder, no wonder the creature had stubbornly refused to tell her what would happen upon reaching the Ninth Level—it must have been too ashamed to say it!

"Waaaah, Yanyan, you bully! You big bully! I knew it, I knew you would despise me, waaah waaah—" From within the egg, Xuetuan’s sobs resounded mournfully, able to accept its transformation into an egg, but unable to bear the thought of being shunned by its master.

"Who’s looking down on you? That’s not true!" Mo Yan couldn’t help but laugh and cry. He simply bent down and cradled Xue tuanzi in his arms, stroking its smooth shell to offer comfort. And let’s be honest, this slippery egg was quite substantial in weight.

"Really? You really don’t despise me?" Xue tuanzi stopped crying, sniffling with a lack of confidence as it asked. If the eggshell had eyes, they would probably be looking at Mo Yan with a pitiable gaze right now.

"No, absolutely not!" Mo Yan shook his head with utter certainty, his voice growing even more sincere, "Even if you turned into a caterpillar, I still wouldn’t despise you."

"Caterpillar? You’re the caterpillar! Do you have to be so disgusting?" Xue tuanzi immediately got ruffled and forgot its sorrow, shouting out loud, seemingly triggered by some sore point concerning caterpillars.

Knowing that this little guy was in a sensitive period, Mo Yan didn’t take offense at its "insulting" words. He poked at the hard shell thoughtfully and asked, "So, now that you’ve become an egg, you can only break the shell and gain freedom once Space reaches the Tenth Level, right?"

Xue tuanzi rolled around restlessly, speaking with excited emotions, "That’s right, exactly! So, Yanyan, you better go back to Jing City soon. I can’t wait to transform."

Mo Yan patted the shell gently, signaling Xue tuanzi to be patient, and then he asked a very important question, "After you transform and become human, you’ll be able to move around freely in the human world. But I’ll need to set up a legitimate identity for you. Tell me, what identity do you plan to appear before people with?"

Xue tuanzi rolled around again but said nothing, clearly pondering this dilemma.

Mo Yan, holding the egg, didn’t offer any suggestions, allowing Xue tuanzi to make its own choice.

"Hehe, got it!" Xue tuanzi leapt excitedly, and the answer it gave was so shocking that Mo Yan nearly dropped the egg on the ground, "Yanyan, I want to be your sonny boy."

Mo Yan stared at the egg in his arms, thinking he had misheard, and asked again, "What did you say? You want to be what?"

Xue tuanzi, feeling pleased with its brilliant idea, didn’t notice the tone in Mo Yan’s voice and replied excitedly, "Sonny boy, I want to be your sonny boy!" That way, it could grow up in its master’s warm and tender embrace—perfect!

Mo Yan wore a troubled expression, unsure of how to reject the idea.

After a long wait without receiving praise from its master, Xue tuanzi finally sensed something amiss. Its voice was filled with immense disappointment as it asked, "Yanyan, are you despising me? You don’t want me as your ’son,’ do you?"

"No, no..." Mo Yan involuntarily shook his head, touching the shell even more gently to comfort the fragile little one, "You’re so adorable and so kind; I’ve always seen you as a friend, as family. How could I possibly have a ’son’ like you when Sixth Small is just two months old?"

Xue tuanzi was taken aback; it had indeed forgotten to consider the issue of time. "How about you just say I’m a child you picked up? That would work, right?"

Mo Yan thought about it and felt it was a feasible idea, yet he worried that gossip and rumors from others might hurt Xue tuanzi and cause it undue hardship, so he voiced his concerns.

Xue tuanzi, however, didn’t care in the least, speaking with a good mood, "I’m not a real child, why would I feel aggrieved? Besides, if anyone dares to provoke me to my face, hmm, I’ll make sure they can’t walk away unscathed!"

Towards the end, Xue tuanzi’s tone brimmed with eager anticipation. After enduring such dull days for so long, finally gaining freedom and not seeking fun would be a disservice to itself.

Mo Yan shivered, suddenly feeling sympathy for those who might become the toy for amusement in the hands of his Artifact Spirit...