BDSMST -Chapter 129 The Medical Dao on the Stone Wall

Jiang Suisui slowly came back to her senses from the wondrous feeling of having established a connection with the spring’s source. She looked at Gu Yan beside her, whose face was full of concern, and gave him a reassuring smile to show that she was fine.

“Congratulations, Spring Master, for receiving the recognition of the Sacred Spring,” the High Priest said, his voice filled with joy and excitement.

“High Priest, just now… I seemed to hear the voice of the Medicine King,” Jiang Suisui said as she recounted what she had just experienced.

The High Priest grew even more respectful upon hearing this. “As expected, the Spring Master is someone destined by heaven. Before the Medicine King Patriarch passed away, he infused a strand of his divine soul into the Sacred Spring. It was meant to wait for a fated person and personally pass down the knowledge of his lifetime. It seems that you have already received this inheritance.”

“Inheritance?”

“Yes.” The High Priest pointed to the enormous stone wall beside the Spring of Life, smooth as a mirror. “The Medicine King Patriarch’s inheritance is carved onto this ‘Inheritance Stone Wall.’ In the past, we could only see some superficial medical principles and farming methods. Only the Spring Master who has gained the Sacred Spring’s recognition can see the true core content carved on the wall.”

Jiang Suisui walked up to the stone wall.

The wall was about ten zhang tall and several dozen zhang wide, formed from a single massive slab of bluish stone. When she had looked at it before, there had only been some vague carvings on it.

But now, when she gazed at the wall again as the “Spring Master,” the scene before her was completely different.

The once-blurry carvings became crystal clear in her eyes. Countless tiny characters and complex patterns seemed to come alive, flowing and rearranging themselves across the wall until they formed vivid three-dimensional images.

At the very top of the wall was a massive star chart.

But the markings on it were not any constellations she recognized. Instead, it formed a complete diagram of the human body’s meridians and acupoints. Each acupoint corresponded to a star, and the paths of the meridians formed different constellations.

This theory treated the human body as a miniature universe that resonated with heaven, earth, and nature—profound beyond measure.

Below the star chart was an ocean of medical knowledge.

From the basic diagnostic methods of observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking, to the profound art of acupuncture; from prescriptions for common illnesses to treatment strategies for rare and complicated diseases; from identifying and processing medicinal herbs to refining and combining alchemical pills…

Everything imaginable was included.

Jiang Suisui felt her heart surge with excitement.

She already possessed modern medical knowledge, and now, as she examined this ancient yet profound system of Chinese medical wisdom, many theories she had never fully understood before suddenly became clear. The two completely different medical systems clashed and fused in her mind, sparking countless new ideas.

She realized that the Medicine King’s medical techniques far surpassed the scope of this era.

His understanding of human anatomy, his knowledge of pathogens and plagues, and even his concepts of surgical treatment bore astonishing similarities to modern medicine. Yet in certain aspects—such as the use of meridians and qi—his methods possessed a mysterious depth that modern medicine could not reach.

Beside the medical knowledge were detailed illustrations of the various plants found in Medicine King Valley. Every plant’s appearance, medicinal properties, growing environment, and cultivation methods were recorded in meticulous detail. Many of them were rare varieties that didn’t even exist in her Spirit Spring space.

On the other side of the stone wall, however, was what captured the attention of Bai Ling’er and Bai Yutang.

That side was covered with intricate blueprints of various mechanisms.

There were designs for defensive devices such as repeating crossbows and traps, productive machines like automatic waterwheels and interconnected mills, and even some unbelievable creations—“wooden armored mechanism beasts” that could imitate birds and animals and move on their own.

The ingenuity of the designs and the breadth of imagination left Bai Ling’er—who prided herself on being a descendant of the Mohist school—completely astonished.

“My heavens… this… this is practically a miracle!” Bai Ling’er exclaimed, clutching a set of blueprints she had just copied down. Her little face flushed red with excitement. “So levers and gears can be used like this! If this design for the ‘Flying Kite’ can actually be built, people might really be able to fly!”

Gu Xuan, however, was more interested in the mechanisms related to agriculture and water management. He tugged at his father’s hand and excitedly pointed at a blueprint of a “field-plowing puppet” that could automatically till the soil and sow seeds.

“Father, look at this! If we can build it, farming in Woniu Village won’t be so hard anymore!”

Gu Yan looked at the contents on the stone wall. Although he did not understand medicine or mechanical engineering very well, he could see the rigorous logic and tremendous power behind the designs meant for military defense. Inwardly he sighed in admiration. If the first Medicine King had not devoted himself wholeheartedly to medicine, he might well have been an unparalleled military genius.

Jiang Suisui immersed herself in this vast ocean of knowledge, and before she knew it, a long time had passed.

Her gaze finally fell on the very top of the stone wall—an area surrounded by cloud patterns.

There was a passage of text carved there, completely different from the rest, almost like a prophecy.

“The master of the spring’s source arrives bearing Heaven’s mandate, commanding the transformations of yin and yang and holding the power over life and death.
Yet the Heavenly Dao seeks balance—gain and loss always accompany each other.
If you wish for withered wood to bloom again, you must endure the strike of wind and thunder.
If you wish to save the people from water and fire, you must pass through trials of nine deaths.
Remember well: a healer’s benevolent heart can save people—but it can also kill.
The use of power lies within a single thought.”

Reading these words, Jiang Suisui suddenly felt her heart sink.

“If you wish for withered wood to bloom again, you must endure the strike of wind and thunder…” she murmured.

The prophecy seemed to suggest that the path ahead of her would not be smooth.

She thought of the possible epidemic that might break out beyond Wolong Mountain. She thought of the curse borne by the Guardian Clan. She thought of the countless people of this era struggling amid illness and hunger.

The inheritance she had received was an extraordinary opportunity—but it was also an immense responsibility.

“Spring Master, what did you see?” the High Priest asked softly when she noticed the unusual look on Jiang Suisui’s face.

Jiang Suisui told her about the prophecy.

The High Priest did not seem surprised after hearing it. She sighed lightly.

“The Medicine King Patriarch once said that nothing in this world is obtained without reason. Since you have gained such great power, you must naturally bear the corresponding karma. But please rest assured—our Guardian Clan will always be your most loyal support.”

Jiang Suisui nodded.

She looked again at the line on the wall: “The use of power lies within a single thought.” Her gaze gradually became clear and resolute.

No matter how many dangers and obstacles lay ahead, she would remain true to her own heart.

Her eyes returned to the stone wall again, and a small line of text caught her attention. It was a note written beside the description of a plant called the “Fruit of Life.”

“This fruit is condensed from the spiritual energy of the Sacred Spring and ripens once every hundred years. It can neutralize all poisons in the world, cleanse the marrow, and possesses the power to bring the dying back to life. However, for it to grow, it must be nourished by pure, unstained blood and supplemented with the essence of a hundred herbs to shorten its maturation period.”

Pure blood? The essence of a hundred herbs?

Suddenly, a bold idea formed in Jiang Suisui’s mind.