Chapter 3

Yunling moved quickly, went to the shaman, and soon returned with a bowl of dark brown herbal soup in a pottery bowl.

"Big brother... come and drink the medicine, the shaman's medicine is very effective..."

Seeing the little girl's happy expression as she brought the medicine, Fang Luoya could only take it with a bitter smile, bringing it to his nose to sniff. A pungent smell of green herbs hit him.

Smelling this, Fang Luoya sighed inwardly. It was clear that these herbs had not been processed properly, at most they had been dried a little before being boiled.

Although Fang Luoya, whose ancestors were a six-generation lineage of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, had some doubts about the effectiveness of such crudely prepared herbal soup, seeing the hopeful look in the little girl's beautiful and pure eyes, he could only grit his teeth and drink the entire bowl of bitter soup in one go.

Seeing Fang Luoya drink the soup thoroughly and cleanly, the little girl's face showed happiness and admiration. "Big brother, you're so amazing... Dad and I hate drinking medicine the most, but you finished it in one go, so amazing!"

"Um um..." Feeling the strange sour and bitter taste lingering in his mouth, Fang Luoya winced, nodded, and laughed dryly, quickly reaching for a bamboo cup by the bed and gulping down two large mouthfuls of water, which made him feel a bit better.

"Alright, big brother, lie down for a while... The shaman said that two of your ribs might be cracked, so you need to rest well. In a couple of days, you'll be fine!" After saying this, Yunling took the pottery bowl from Fang Luoya and happily walked out the door.

"Better in a couple of days?" Fang Luoya frowned and muttered, "How can broken ribs be fine in just two days? This old man seems reliable, but why is he boasting like those quacks on the street? He didn't even try to stabilize my broken ribs!"

Thinking about this, he suddenly remembered something. "Pfft, pfft, pfft... My family is the true six-generation lineage of traditional Chinese medicine... But it looks like my ribs will take at least half a month to recover, and there doesn't seem to be any tape or anything to stabilize the chest wall... I don't know how long it will take to get better! Sigh..."

However, just as Fang Luoya had lain down for a short while, he suddenly raised his eyebrows because he felt a strange warm sensation rising in his lower abdomen, slowly spreading to his limbs.

"What's happening?" Fang Luoya frowned, feeling the warm sensation spread throughout his body, then gradually dissipate, leaving only the two places where his ribs were broken. These areas began to feel warm as well.

Under the influence of this warmth, the dull pain seemed to gradually subside, and even a slight tingling sensation began to appear.

"Could it be the effect of that bowl of soup? How can such crudely prepared stuff be so effective? How long has it been since I took the medicine? Two minutes? Three minutes? When did herbs become so magically quick? Is this the bones healing?"

Fang Luoya was taken aback, looking out the window in confusion, wondering what kind of place this was and why it was like this.

After a while, he was woken by the pleasant voice of the little girl.

"Big brother, I've cooked you some mountain mushroom soup and some grilled meat... Come and eat, the shaman said you need to eat more meat..."

While eating, Fang Luoya casually chatted with the little girl and gradually learned about his current situation from Yunling:

He was now in a place called "Heavenly Green Mountains."

The people here, including Mu Yong, called themselves the "Shaman Tribe." Mu Yong's family lived in a small Shaman tribe of about five or six hundred people, who survived by farming, hunting, and gathering herbs.

There were many other Shaman tribes in the area, and beyond the Heavenly Green Mountains, there were said to be many large tribes and cities, but there were no modern things like airplanes or cars.

From this, it seemed that he had indeed come to another world.

According to the rules of the Shaman tribe, since Fang Luoya did not know his origins and could not leave, he automatically became a member of the Shaman tribe.

After learning this from Yunling, Fang Luoya could only sigh inwardly.

It seemed he had indeed come to another world, and it might be impossible to return.

However, his luck seemed to be good, as he now had a relatively safe place to stay in this world.

Mu Yong and Yunling, who seemed to be quite nice to him, were his current support. He could only take things one step at a time.

Fang Luoya found himself recovering quickly. After taking the herbal soup Yunling had prepared, eating a lot of mildly flavored grilled meat and soup, and sleeping for a night, he was surprised to find that the pain in his chest seemed to have completely disappeared.

He touched the two places where his ribs had been injured the day before, but felt no pain at all, as if he had never been injured.

He raised his hands and stretched his chest, but felt no discomfort. Fang Luoya was completely stunned.

"Alright, it's really better! Could it be that it wasn't broken ribs, just bruising?" With this hard-to-believe doubt, Fang Luoya got out of bed and stepped out of the small wooden house for the first time.

He didn't see the little girl outside, and Mu Yong was also not around, probably out hunting.

The shaman had said something about a shaman initiation and needing sacrifices, so Mu Yong was probably busy with that.

Fang Luoya looked around the house. Yunling's wooden house was not large but not small, with about three or four rooms. This made him feel relieved, as he would have his own room if he stayed long-term.

Stepping outside and standing at the edge of the small stone platform, Fang Luoya began to truly understand this world.

It didn't seem too different from his previous world, just with fresher air and a more comfortable environment.

Looking at the dense, continuous mountains and the vast, blue sky in the distance, he felt his heavy mood from the past two days lighten considerably. The wide, green view was very soothing.

He glanced down from the stone platform, which was actually a sheer cliff. Seeing the steep cliff face, he couldn't help but gasp.

These two father and daughter must have nerves of steel. Though the view was beautiful, the cliff was so high that there was no railing. If someone fell, it would be almost certain death...

After standing by the stone platform for a while, Fang Luoya, who had developed a slight fear of the cliff, stepped back and began to wander around leisurely.

Next to the house was a small stone path, and Fang Luoya followed it down.

Turning around a few large trees, the view opened up, revealing a small but orderly village.

The village was not large, built on a large cliff, with steep rock walls on both sides. Two waterfalls cascaded down the rock walls, merging into a small river that wound through the village and then fell off the cliff behind it.

Looking at this village, which seemed like a hidden paradise, Fang Luoya took a deep breath and walked forward.

As he walked, he curiously observed his surroundings. The wooden houses in the village were similar, differing only in size.

Under the eaves of many houses, large pieces of fresh or half-dried meat were hanging.

Under the eaves, he often saw women in animal skins, with yellowish skin, using axes or heavy knives to chop up animal carcasses and make them into dried meat.

Seeing these women easily carry a large piece of wild boar and throw it onto a chopping block, Fang Luoya was amazed. He couldn't imagine having even half their strength.

Some three- or four-year-old children were playing around these women, but they stopped and looked curiously at Fang Luoya, who was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, when they saw him.

Many of the women looked at Fang Luoya with curiosity but didn't pay too much attention. They nodded and smiled kindly, confirming his identity, and then continued their work.

Fang Luoya smiled awkwardly, nodded in response, and continued walking.

As he approached the center of the village, he began to hear a rhythmic shouting, as if someone was training.

Curious, Fang Luoya turned and walked in the direction of the sound.