The Omniscient

Chapter 63: The Underground Relic

History conceals far too many secrets. After organizing his thoughts, Huang Ji quickly devised a plan and knew what direction to take once he had integrated the Messiah group.

The first step was to uncover relics similar to the "Divine Shaohao."

Even finding just one of these items would allow Huang Ji to extract countless secrets and technologies.

He had already come across something similar in the past—the item hidden inside the belly of the Golden Buddha.

"Once I cure Grandpa, it looks like I’ll need to make a trip to Luoyang," Huang Ji thought.

To begin his plan, Huang Ji submitted an application to the Huazhuang Village Office and quickly became a proud temporary worker.

Under normal circumstances, the village wouldn’t have a resident doctor if not for Liang Yuan’s unique case. Typically, the town would assign a medical school graduate to work here briefly before they left, as nobody stayed long. The shortage of talent was dire, so when a university graduate volunteered to come, the village couldn’t be happier. After assessing Huang Ji’s skills, the Village Head had no doubts about his abilities.

Besides, it was Huang Ji—he knew everyone in the village inside and out.

However, Huang Ji made it clear that he was only here to gain some experience in a rural setting. Once the city’s public service recruitment exams were over, he would move on to work at a city health center.

The Village Head couldn’t argue with that; he had seen plenty of graduates who only stayed for a month before leaving.

"Alright then," the Village Head said, "it’ll be 1,600 yuan a month. As for accommodations, there’s a vacant room next to my house. It’s got water and electricity, and it used to be occupied by a young woman, so it’s very clean. Just bring your things, and you can move in."

"Thank you, Village Head," Huang Ji replied with a smile.

The Village Head waved it off and led him to the small room that had previously belonged to Dr. Liang. He handed him the keys to the clinic before heading to the village’s broadcast station to announce that a new doctor had arrived.

Huang Ji, now wearing a pair of non-prescription gold-rimmed glasses, set up the herbal decoction tools and simple medicine preparation equipment he had brought with him.

Seeing that it was still early, he grabbed his medical kit and began visiting houses door-to-door.

The villagers were like family to him, but since he had essentially changed his appearance, no one recognized him.

Using the excuse of being new and wanting to introduce himself, Huang Ji entered their homes, drinking tea and chatting with them while conducting simple health checkups.

House by house, he followed this routine. Most of the villagers were healthy, but for those with minor ailments, Huang Ji thought for a moment before prescribing medication on the spot.

For common illnesses, modern Western medicine was sufficient, and Huang Ji made sure to choose effective, easily accessible medications for his prescriptions.

He continued like this until he had visited most of the village. Finally, he knocked on the door of his own family’s home.

"It’s not locked! Cough, cough! Come in!" came Grandpa’s voice from inside.

Huang Ji opened the courtyard door to find his grandfather coughing heavily as he came out to greet him.

"Huh? Who are you…?" Grandpa asked, puzzled.

Huang Ji stepped forward to support him, his emotions surging.

Standing face-to-face with his own grandfather, he had to pretend to be a stranger.

Seeing his grandfather living alone, Huang Ji’s resolve to stop the impending disaster he foresaw became even stronger.

Putting on a smile, he said, "Hello, I’m the new doctor at the clinic, Ji Hua. You can just call me Xiao Hua."

That’s right—he had chosen the rare surname "Ji" (姬) for his fake ID. Most people who heard it orally would assume it was the more common "Ji" (嵇).

"Oh, oh, I heard about you on the broadcast. Come in and have a seat," Grandpa said warmly, just as welcoming as the other villagers.

The two entered the house, but Grandpa kept giving Huang Ji strange looks, his expression a mix of curiosity and doubt.

"What’s the matter, old man?" Huang Ji felt a pang of anxiety. Had he been recognized? He quickly tapped into Grandpa’s thoughts—normally something he kept blocked—and discovered the truth.

Grandpa hadn’t recognized him at all. Instead…

"Ah, nothing… Just wondering, why would someone as young as you bother with makeup?" Grandpa asked with a grin.

Huang Ji couldn’t help but laugh. He had altered his muscle structure and applied makeup to completely change his appearance, precisely to avoid being recognized. Clearly, his efforts had paid off.

Most people wouldn’t mention if they noticed his makeup, but Grandpa was as blunt as ever.

"Do you need something?" Grandpa asked.

"Not really, I’m just making my rounds, getting to know everyone. I’ve already visited the Village Head, Aunt Wang, and Big Brother Hua… I’m stopping by every house," Huang Ji said.

"Cough, cough, cough… Hold on a moment," Grandpa said as he walked into the inner room, coughing heavily. Huang Ji heard him spit thick phlegm into a spittoon.

When Grandpa returned, he was carrying a tin of tea leaves, intending to make tea for Huang Ji.

Huang Ji quickly took the tin from him and said, "Let me do it!"

As he prepared the tea, he said, "Old man, you’ve had this cough for years, haven’t you?"

Grandpa nodded. "Yes, it wasn’t so bad when I was younger, but it’s gotten worse over the years."

"Let me take a look," Huang Ji said, holding up the medical kit he carried with him.

Grandpa chuckled. "It’s an old problem; there’s nothing to see."

Ignoring him, Huang Ji pulled out a stethoscope and, putting it on, said, "I’ve checked everyone else. This is my job, so I won’t leave you out."

He deliberately spoke bluntly, knowing Grandpa’s stubborn nature. If he started talking about doing it "for your own good" or saying things like "you can’t neglect your health," Grandpa would refuse outright.

Grandpa had always been a contrarian. The more you argued with him, the more he’d find ways to counter you, no matter the topic.

But in reality, he didn’t truly resist; he just liked to argue for the sake of it. So instead of wasting time talking, Huang Ji simply got to work.

By the time he entered the house, Huang Ji had already diagnosed his grandfather’s condition. With his current level of medical expertise, he could perceive the state of someone’s health with incredible clarity and detail, like a human universal diagnostic device.

Using the stethoscope was just a pretense to find an excuse to act directly.

"How about here?" Huang Ji pressed the stethoscope against Grandpa’s chest and suddenly used his thumb to apply pressure to a specific point on his chest and abdomen.

"Ah… Ah! That feels a bit better!" Grandpa exclaimed, surprised.

"Emphysema, huh? I know this condition well!" Huang Ji smiled and said, "My grandfather had the same issue—constant coughing—but later an old Chinese medicine doctor cured him."

"Really? He’s cured now?" Grandpa asked in shock.

Huang Ji nodded and then pulled out a fine needle from his kit, carefully inserting it into one of Grandpa's hidden acupoints. Instantly, the alveolar capacity of his lungs increased.

"Take a deep breath!" Huang Ji instructed.

Grandpa instinctively took a deep breath and immediately exclaimed, "Ah! Ahh… It hurts!"

Of course, it hurt. Simply expanding the lung capacity wouldn’t solve the problem because Grandpa’s emphysema was caused by a narrowed chest cavity compressing the alveoli. If the alveoli swelled too much, they would instead damage the lung membranes, much like trying to inflate a balloon in a confined space.

Naturally, Huang Ji had more in store. He began massaging various major acupoints around Grandpa’s body. As the muscles started to relax, Huang Ji suddenly pressed his fingers into both sides of Grandpa’s rib cage. With a firm motion, he lifted upward, squeezed inward, and then forcefully pulled outward.

A soft "crack!" sounded as Huang Ji expanded Grandpa’s chest cavity and widened the intercostal spaces.

In an instant, the shortness of breath and tightness in Grandpa’s chest disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented feeling of clarity and ease!

"Feeling better now?" Huang Ji asked with a grin.

"Comfortable! So comfortable! Amazing, Doctor Xiao Hua. No other doctor has ever made me feel this good," Grandpa said, breathing greedily.

Huang Ji continued massaging to solidify the results.

Next, he only needed to provide Grandpa with medication to repair the long-compressed and damaged lung alveoli and bronchial passages.

"My grandfather had the same condition as you, and I still have the prescription. I’ll head to town this afternoon to get the medicine for you and bring it back," Huang Ji said.

"Good, good!" Grandpa replied joyfully, repeatedly thanking him.

Before experiencing Huang Ji’s methods, Grandpa might have been stubborn and dismissive. But now, after feeling the results, he couldn’t bear the thought of going back to his old state of breathlessness. How could he not give Doctor Xiao Hua’s prescription a try?

"Also, I have a dietary remedy to help regulate your condition. It uses simple ingredients and medicinal herbs. Keep some at home, brew it yourself, and drink it regularly over the long term, and this illness won’t relapse," Huang Ji added.

Grandpa enthusiastically agreed, deeply grateful.

In reality, this wasn’t a remedy for preventing relapses—it was a longevity formula.

Back in Shanghai, Huang Ji had extended his lifespan beyond his natural limit by relying on the first layer of the Inner Canon. Yet he had never stopped studying ways to develop medicinal recipes that could replenish deficiencies in the body and prolong life.

Now, seeing his grandfather, Huang Ji tailored a personalized version of the longevity formula, optimized specifically for Grandpa’s health condition. This was what he called Longevity Formula 2.0.

As always, customization was key.

The same formula might yield 80-90% effectiveness for someone with a high compatibility but only 60-70% for someone less compatible.

This longevity formula, when consumed daily, could extend a person’s life by 5-7 days for each bowl.

What did that mean? If Grandpa stuck to it for ten years, he could live to the full natural limit for men—120 years.

Unfortunately, Grandpa didn’t have any genetic mutations that could further extend his lifespan. Some individuals with mutations could even push their natural limit to 140 or 150 years, but no formula alone could achieve that. Even Huang Ji himself still needed viral mutations to alter his own genetic makeup.

"Thank you so much! Really, thank you!" Grandpa said sincerely.

"It’s nothing. My grandfather had the same illness, and we were lucky to meet that old Chinese medicine doctor," Huang Ji replied modestly.

A few hours later, Huang Ji stayed for a meal at Grandpa’s house before finally leaving.

Huang Ji believed in thoroughness. After treating Grandpa, he didn’t stop there but continued his house-to-house visits.

The village had over a hundred households, and he didn’t finish until nightfall.

Now, he only needed to prepare the medication to repair Grandpa’s alveoli and bronchial passages. After a week of treatment, Grandpa’s illness would be completely cured.

Huang Ji intended to stay and watch over Grandpa until he made a full recovery before leaving.

But he wouldn’t remain idle during this week. He knew this area was rich in ancient relics.

Tracing back to ancient times, to the west of this region was Yudu Yangcheng, the capital built by Yu the Great. To the east was Shun’s Yucheng.

Four thousand years ago, the Xinzheng area had been a vast expanse of wetlands. One ancient city was swallowed by floods and buried under layers of silt in an instant.

This ancient city was part of the Youxiong Kingdom’s territory. To be precise, from 4,700 to 6,000 years ago, Xinzheng was known as the Youxiong Kingdom.

Around 4,500 years ago, the area became Zhuanxu’s domain. At that time, Zhuanxu had not yet become emperor. Instead, he served as the Zhuhong—the head of fire-related affairs—and built a city called Zhuhong Kingdom.

Zhuanxu’s legendary battle with the Gonggong Kingdom took place here. Over time, the tale evolved into the myth of Zhuhong fighting Gonggong. In truth, Zhuhong was merely Zhuanxu’s title at the time.

The exact details of the battle remain unclear, as the main conflict didn’t take place here. The Gonggong Clan launched an initial assault by damming the upstream waters and then breaching the dam to flood Zhuanxu’s Zhuhong City, initiating the fight.

This led to the complete destruction of Zhuhong City, turning it into a wasteland submerged in wetlands. Consequently, the city was abandoned.

Later, during the eras of Yao and Shun, the remnants of the ancient city came to be known as the Ruins of Zhuhong (Zhuhong Zhi Xu).

"Yesterday, when I stood above the park in Xinzheng City, I sensed a flood from four thousand years ago that engulfed an ancient city. That city was, in fact, the Ruins of Zhuhong."

"By then, no one lived in the city anymore—it was essentially an abandoned ruin. When the flood came, the entire site was buried underground."

That night, Huang Ji led Lin Li to explore the area near Caogouchang Village, west of Xinzheng City.

In the wild countryside, looking westward toward Shizu Mountain and eastward toward Xinzheng City, Huang Ji walked across the fields and hills for over an hour before finally stopping at a depression to the east of the Shangshen River Reservoir.

He pointed at a patch of farmland and said, "This is it."

"Uh… We’re wandering around here in the middle of the night. Big bro, are you planning to rob a tomb?" Lin Li asked, slinging a shovel over his back and holding a spade in his hand.

"No, not robbing a tomb," Huang Ji replied with a shake of his head.

Lin Li nodded, relieved to hear this.

But then Huang Ji added, "We’re digging up an ancient city."

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