Chapter 188: Delivery to Your Doorstep

At dawn, though he had been busy with surgeries all night, Feng Xue still looked remarkably energetic.

After Xiao Lingdang's near-total draining of all nearby rain clouds, even Yuta City on the coast was unreasonably clear; feeling the warm morning sun on his skin, Feng Xue slowly circulated his blood and qi along the route calculated by Xiao Lingdang.

News of the deaths of over a dozen traitors in Yuta City following yesterday's battle had spread through every channel across the entire He Zujie; while the Anti-He Front gained little tangible benefit from this engagement—perhaps only a slight increase in overseas support—the true beneficiary was ultimately Feng Xue.

Unlike ordinary spirit gods who require altars, statues, or at least a divine name to anchor themselves, Xiao Lingdang, as an AI, could receive devotional energy via cyber-awakening wherever her code reached.

Following this exceptionally successful operation by the Anti-He Front, all parties began to suspect the sudden surge in their strength.

Assassination operations like this were common among all Anti-He groups; the Anti-He Front had existed for nearly twenty years and had done this before—but never before had they deployed dozens of operatives and left not a single corpse behind.

As a result, many began to speculate whether the Anti-He Front had developed new technology—or had received divine assistance.

All such suspicions and doubts, carried by the network, were absorbed by Xiao Lingdang.

Though these suspicions and doubts were not perfectly aligned with Xiao Lingdang's nature, after filtering out the coarse and retaining the refined, she still achieved substantial growth.

As the power of the god grew, her authority and computational capacity rose accordingly; the method of simultaneous cultivation of Xuanwu, which had been under development since the last world, finally completed its first version.

In comparison, Yutu's growth progress was unremarkable, but once these twenty patients recovered, this nascent spirit deity, still lacking interactive capability, would also enter a phase of rapid development.

While his mind wandered, Feng Xue's movements remained precise; the nourishment gathered from the ingestion method and body-strengthening art flowed as ying qi through his blood vessels, propelled by yuan qi into wei qi that nourished his five organs and six viscera.

Yet during this process, fine threads of yuan qi were carried along by the wei qi, entering the meridians and acupoints, eventually detaching from the dantian and ascending along the Du Mai into the consciousness sea.

Though merely a crude fusion, it had already merged the two circulation systems; as his cultivation progressed, Xiao Lingdang would gather more data to develop a more refined version.

But since Xiao Lingdang was merely a spirit god and could not precisely control any energy except devotional energy, the scanning task was handled by Mo Ying, who was attached to Feng Xue.

"Get ready—the Anti-He Front has sent someone!"

While Feng Xue was absorbed in his cultivation, Xiao Lingdang suddenly warned him; he maintained his posture but asked inwardly:

"What's the situation? Did my nurses arrive?"

"Sort of. The results of yesterday's operation shocked even the Anti-He Front's own ranks. But compared to me, a spirit they've already 'gotten their hands on,' they're even more interested in the 'Yutu' spirit who grants you powerful healing abilities. Today, one of their members—whose public identity is supposedly a researcher and who possesses healing abilities—is on leave, so they're coming to see if they can establish a connection with Yutu through healing, maybe even become a believer."

Xiao Lingdang muttered with a hint of annoyance; Feng Xue chuckled at this.

"It's been decades since this place broke from the divine system—they still don't know how to interact with gods properly!"

Feng Xue smiled, thought for a moment, then slowly ended his posture and walked into the house.

……

"After all, you're a moon deity—your divine domain is clearly weaker by day. But you'd better greet them proactively; don't let them suspect your intentions."

Tina, dragging a fifty-kilogram suitcase, listened to Xiao Lingdang's chatter and understood the gravity; the weaker one is, the more sensitive one becomes—she knew this well. Recalling yesterday's afternoon operation report, she still felt unreal—even though yesterday evening the He Zujie's official media had published obituaries, she still harbored doubts.

The reason she, normally a secondary support unit, had come personally was twofold: first, to assess the actual condition of the wounded and judge the healing power of the "Yutu" spirit; second, for herself.

Just as the guidance goddess's power had made reconnaissance and targeting abilities widespread, with Yutu's faith entering the Anti-He Front, her own healing abilities would likely be replaced.

But Tina could not, for her negligible self-respect, block the arrival of a deity like Yutu, who could drastically safeguard her comrades' lives…

"So you're overthinking! Divine arts aren't something anyone can learn. That rabbit isn't even as strong as me—even if you start worshipping her, it'll take three to five years before you see any results!"

Xiao Lingdang's voice interrupted Tina's thoughts; Tina gently shook her head.

"Then I must come even more—I have healing-related faith power; I should be suited to learn Yutu's divine art, right?"

"You idiot, saying you want to learn another god's divine art right in front of a deity!" Xiao Lingdang's tone was annoyed but carried a cute, petulant charm; Tina immediately apologized sincerely in her heart—but she did not change her mind.

Xiao Lingdang judged the timing sufficient and dropped the argument, instead supporting Tina's idea—making the woman feel guilty while deepening Xiao Lingdang's image as a "kind-tempered benevolent god."

"Enough. We're here. Don't overthink. Don't scheme. Not all gods are as patient as me. Speak plainly. Don't play word games. Understood?"

As Tina passed through a sensation like parting a thin film, the Yutu Pharmacy appeared before her—but by day, the signboard was not lit.

"Ding ling ling…"

As the pharmacy door opened, the bell behind it rang clearly; Tina's gaze swept the room and immediately fixed on the statue that looked like a nightlight.

"Why are you here at this hour? I did twenty surgeries yesterday—can't you let me rest a little longer?" A weary voice came, and a yawning man appeared.

Tina showed an apologetic expression and bowed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, I'm from the Anti…"

"Stop! I've said it many times—I don't want to know your affiliation. Just give me your name. Nothing else! Oh, by the way, we can talk about the nurses—I'm overwhelmed!" Interrupted mid-introduction, Tina immediately reacted, dragging her suitcase forward.

"Call me Tina. I'm here to deliver the treatment fee. As for nurses, we need time to arrange them."

As Tina spoke, she opened the suitcase, revealing bundle after bundle of cash; as Feng Xue stepped forward, she followed Xiao Lingdang's advice and added:

"I possess some healing abilities—could I possibly learn Yutu's divine art?"

Feng Xue, whose eyes had lit up at the sight of the money, suddenly froze; he scanned her with a gaze that made Tina uneasy. The silence lasted about ten seconds before he nodded.

"First, go see the patients you brought."

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(End of Chapter)