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Common · One of 400

Shennong

“The fields remember both names; the plow only knows the hands.”

A Bamboo immortal of The Mortal Realm

3 known connections · an open question

The living story

The story so far

The Divine Farmer: the culture hero with the crystal belly, who tasted a hundred herbs in a single day — seventy of them poison, says the telling — to learn which ones heal and which ones kill, and taught the people to farm in between. Tradition merged him with Yandi long ago. The fields remember both names; the plow only knows the hands.

Happening now

He is walking the herb garden right now, crystal belly catching the light, tasting a leaf and frowning — not poison, just bitter. The plow waits by the field. The hands remember.

What may come

When the last herb is tasted and the last field taught, Shennong will sit down at the edge of the hundredth field, and the crystal belly will finally rest, and the farmers will bring him the harvest — not as tribute, but as thanks. He will taste it. It will not be poison. It will be dinner.

Connected

The Mortal Realm

They started human. Mostly. The Monkey King, the sea goddess Mazu, Guan Yu and his long beard, the Kitchen God filing his annual report — and the First Emperor’s clay guardian, who has stood his two-thousand-year watch without blinking.

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At a glance — details & stats
Element
Bamboo
Court
The Mortal Realm — legends who walked the earth
Rarity
Common
Personality
Shennong. The Divine Farmer: the culture hero with the crystal belly, who tasted a hundred herbs in a single day — seventy of them poison, says the telling — to learn which ones heal and which ones kill, and taught the people to farm in between. Tradition merged him with Yandi long ago.
Edition
One of 400
Stats
power 76 · speed 52 · charm 84
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