"Senior, is she an artifact spirit or a nascent soul? I can't seem to be able to tell," Black Halo said.
"She… is not of this world," Ning said as he looked towards the Divination God. "Just like me."
The man was surprised but not very much. He already knew Ning was not a human, so anything else that he said wouldn't be very surprising either.
They arrived at the town where Ning was planning to set up some sort of place to sell his artifacts to gather up some information when he realized that the town was exceptionally weak.
"Should we go somewhere else?" Saphandra asked. She looked around at the mortal town. They did seem unusually enthusiastic about what they were doing, but it was still a mortal town, so Ning's task to find some resources for his own secret realm wouldn't be complete here.
"It's fine. We can afford to waste a few days," Ning said and wanted to see what the townsfolk were so rowdy even during the afternoon.
It was almost as if there was some sort of festival going on here.
"Travelers, if you are here to get treated, you should start lining up. The healer should be coming anytime now," an old man said while passing by.
"Oh, a healer, huh?" Ning got curious. "Let's see what sort of healer it is to make the whole town go crazy."
Black Halo followed Ning and together they walked to the front where a group of people had already gathered up.
Then, a few minutes later, a man came flying through the sky and landed in front of the townsfolk.
"I'm sorry, I was a little late," he said as he quickly took his station in front of the group of people.
Ning was a little surprised when he saw the healer that these people were waiting for. 'So young,' he thought. The healer was barely 18 years old, going by his face.
When he asked the system, he learned that the boy was in fact 63 years old. For a Foundation realm cultivator in this world, that was still very young.
"He's quite talented," Ning made a passing remark. Black Halo said nothing as his eyes focused on the young man at the front.
"Please come," the young man said and one by one the villagers started walking up to him to get treated.
Ning watched as the young man started diagnosing the villagers and giving them some sort of pill to get them treated.
As he watched, Ning started frowning. There was nothing wrong with the treatment itself or the diagnosis, but it felt halfhearted as he wasn't giving them the most optimal treatment at all.
Ning stopped an old woman that was returning with a wide smile after getting her treatment and asked how much she was paying for this healer.
"Little Flower? He doesn't take any money from us. He treats us with what he has for free," she said.
"Oh," Ning was taken aback. "So… he's helping your town out of goodwill?"
"Yes," the woman said. "Not just our town, but every other town and village that is struggling financially. God bless the little Flower's soul."
'Ah, is that why he's doing a halfhearted job? Because he isn't getting paid so he can't afford to do it well?' Ning thought.
He continued watching the young man treat the villagers until he heard something. The young man gave a wrong diagnosis.
"That's not it," Ning sent a message through his divine sense directly into the young man's mind. "He has a parasite in him, not some random disease. Give him a pill to remove parasites."
The young man's eyes narrowed before checking the man in front of him again. His eyes widened when he realized he was wrong and quickly gave the right diagnosis and treatment.
Ning waited for a while and after 2 hours, the young man was done.
After finishing, the young man quickly walked up to Ning and thanked him for the help.
"Its fine," Ning said. "But why were your diagnosis and treatment so… inefficient?"
"I'm sorry, senior," the young man said. "I am not very knowledgeable, so I do the best I can."
"You don't know much? You should try learning more then. Being a half-leanred healer can sometimes do more bad than good," Ning said.
"I… I understand, senior," he said. "I will try my best to gather up some money for healing and alchemy books."
"Gather up some money? Do you not have enough money?" Ning asked.
"What I make, I end up spending for ingredients to make pills that will heal the poor," the young man said. "I can never have enough for myself."
"Why do you spend so much on them then?" Ning asked.
"I can't help it, senior," the young man said. "I come from a poor town, just like this one, so I can understand the struggle a common man has to go through to get treated for any injuries or diseases."
"After finding out that I had talent in cultivation, I made it my life's goal to heal people, and I have been doing just that for the past few decades," he said.
Ning heard the young man and smiled. "You're a good man," he said and patted him on the shoulder.
Right then, a light shined in front of the young man as 3 books appeared out of nowhere.
Ning handed the books to the young man, who could only stare at them blankly. "You will never need to buy another book to learn about Alchemy or Healing people."
Ning pointed at the first of the 3 books in the young man's hands.
"This book has everything you will ever need to learn about healing. It contains knowledge of all injuries, disease, and their treatments," he said.
He pointed to the second book. "This book has all the information about every single plant in existence and how they can be used to make pills. You will find these quite helpful when trying to come up with a pill to help people."
Ning then pointed at the final book. "And finally, you have this book. This will help you come up with recipes for any type of pills that could possibly be made with the ingredients that are available for you," Ning said. "All you have to do is write down what ingredients you have in it and it will come up with a recipe on its own."
"I guess this last one is more of an artifact than an actual book," Ning said.
"I have made sure they are bound to you, and none of these can be taken away from you except when you willingly give it away or die," Ning said. "This is a gift I give you for your kindness."
"Continue doing what you are doing. I wish you the best of luck."
Ning walked away as the stunned young man stood where he was, too stunned to move. The gift he had just been given were treasures that would make any man jealous.
Black Halo followed behind Ning as he walked away too, but he couldn't help but stare back from time to time at the stunned young man.
The visions he saw a few hours earlier were true. He had indeed witnessed it.
The Birth of a God.
