Beautiful doctor of Chinese medicine, Yu Gangan woke up from a coma one day to a cold, mysterious man. "Excuse me, you are...?"
A pair of profound eyes focused on her and replied, "Fang Zhihan, your husband."
Did this man take her for a fool? He was obviously a fraud!
A little while down the track, he pulled her into his arms and whispered beside her ear, "Who am I?"
This time, Yu Gangan froze and replied, "Fang Zhihan, my husband."
If he was a patient, then she was his sweetest medicine...

When Fang Zheng had slipped away and returned to his quarters, 
It was almost 11pm. 
Just as Fang Zheng was taking out his keys to open the door, a commotion occurred in the house next door which was occupied by two female university students.
"January brings frost, February brings warmth, March a combination of both. Caught in a dream as I was, unable to guard myself, my throat is filled with ash…" 
"Lin! Jia! Bao! Speak properly." 
"Tongtong, while I slept last night, I think I caught the Spring Flu. My throat is full of phlegm, and I'm completely fatigued. Could you pour some hot water for me and help me get better sooner?" 
"Lin Jiabao! You've spent the entire time in your bed, glued to your laptop and binge-watching series, and you even ate two bags of chips and half a box of tiramisu. Do you think I, Chen Tongtong, would believe you!" 
Fang Zheng shook his head. These two girls were night owls: never sleeping at night, and always kicking up a ruckus. 
It seemed that the previous incident had been banished from their minds, and they were still vigorous and energetic young people. 
Fang Zheng had just entered his twenties, but he grumbled to himself and continued to open the door. 
Just as he was stepping through the door, he heard movement behind him. The elevator let out a ding as the doors opened. It turned out it was Police Chief Wei, back from overtime. Even though he had been working overtime to this hour, his uniform was still impeccably well kept, without a single fault. It amplified the air of professionalism and bravery around him. 
They nodded at each other in the cordial manner that only neighbors did and that counted as trading greetings. 
The two of them were not men of many words. 
Fang Zheng did not take care to be particularly friendly. Everything would be the same as before, a peaceful existence. 
Furthermore, ever since they saw each other at the police station, this was the first time the two men had bumped into each other. With a variety of complicated cases, the police station was constantly requiring overtime to solve the case. It was very difficult for an officer to have a normal shift schedule, and therefore the two of them did not see each other much. 
"That matter regarding the list of novels last time, thanks." Police Chief Wei said to Fang Zheng as he opened his door. 
"Cooperating with the police has always been a civic duty of mine. Police Chief Wei you're too polite. In any case, you've already thanked me on WeChat." Fang Zheng smiled. 
"Furthermore, I even caused trouble for you by asking you for help to forward the video of the accident to the Traffic Police in order to apprehend the owner of the car that caused the accident. If I really did help you, I think we're even." 
"There was no issue of breaking principles for that. It can even be said to be a matter of public safety. If it were me in your shoes, I would have done the same thing." Police Chief Wei's eyes conveyed his honesty and candor. 
"Then I will hold you no longer from your rest, Police Chief Wei." 
"Yeah, you should get to bed soon too." 
The two men nodded at each other in parting, before entering their respective homes. 
As the door closed, Fang Zheng suddenly felt a wave of confusion wash over him. He suddenly felt… that the scene tonight was very familiar. 
It is unknown why every person will experience this feeling. Every now and then when something occurs or something is said, it will suddenly trigger a sense of deja vu, as though the same thing had happened in the same place, maybe 5, 10 years ago. 
Fang Zheng very quickly figured out why it was this familiar. 
The scene tonight: two female university students who did not sleep, bumping into his new neighbor Police Chief Wei, these were the same circumstances as the descent of the Blue Moon a few nights ago! 
This was just an episode, and Fang Zheng did not put much weight on it. He locked the door, and he pulled out the Human Skin Scripture in a rush. 
It was glittering. 
One symbol, two symbols, three symbols… 
At this moment Fang Zheng was like a little goblin, counting the glowing symbols up and down. 
It was ten symbols all in all, no more no less! 
'Instant wealth!' Fang Zheng finally knew what it meant to be rich overnight! 
Fang Zheng nearly forgot himself and cackled in glee. However, he quickly shut his mouth, and contained his joy within himself. 
This venture was not a loss. 
Neither was his little adventure to the bridge in vain. 
In the face of his overnight wealth, Fang Zheng was, naturally, unable to settle down. It was as though he had randomly dug a hole, easily found an entire seam of coal, and turned into a coal tycoon overnight. 
The source of the Blood Replenishing Medicine was now available. 
The Sacred Book of Tendon and Wash Marrow Transformation (Level 1), Maha Golden Immunity Shield and the other martial skills he had learned, would definitely rise by another level. 
Fang Zheng carefully pulled out The Sacred Book of Tendon and Wash Marrow Transformation (Level 1), First Level of The Nine Yang Divine Power and a few other secret tomes from his stash. With his overnight wealth, Fang Zheng naturally felt that his mood had lightened. 
However, when he thought it through, Fang Zheng decided to give up on the endeavor of improving the books which were badly damaged. 
Even though he had become rich overnight, and his savings had grown exponentially to ten symbols, it was exactly because of this that Fang Zheng had to be all the more cautious in choosing what he wanted to improve, and it would be prudent not to waste it. 
In the development phase in front of him, resources were naturally scarce and valuable. Therefore it was necessary to utilize every bit to its maximum and to do his best to maximize the benefits. 
Following some rumination, a plan began to slowly form in Fang Zheng's heart. 
Firstly, the Blood Replenishing Medicine was a definite priority when it comes to improvement. 
After that, he would utilize the Blood Replenishing Machine, then he would fully train the last two levels of The Sacred Book of Tendon and Wash Marrow Transformation (Level 1), First Level of The Nine Yang Divine Power and Maha Golden Immunity Shield. 
Regardless of what was said, since he had already upgraded it to the highest skill level, it would not do to waste it. 
Furthermore, these two elite skills secret books would result in being strong beyond comparison after improvement and would be sufficient to beat various normal skills. The Wash Marrow Book alone would strengthen the constitution, and using true Yang Qi he would combat the cold and suppress skills of poison. These were all signature moves of these filthy demons. Therefore, Fang Zheng urgently required these abilities. 
The third step would be to source a secret book of mental skill, in order to break down the illusions of out-of-body experiences. 
When that time came, the Three Energies[1] would all have its own skill. 
The first was the body. 
The second, Qi referred to the true Qi. 
And lastly, was the spirit; the mind. 
Having experienced two out-of-body experiences back-to-back, Fang Zheng felt a sense of anxiety that concentrated on his brows. 
Were it not for the out-of-body experience with the corpse cut in two occurring after he had already bought the fake secret books on Xbao, there definitely would be a copy of a secret book of mind martial arts in the 12 fake secret books that he had purchased. 
Step five would require some experimentation. In his heart, the idea had already taken root. Could a secret book which had been improved once be improved again? 
He did not refer to an incomplete book. 
He referred to a complete one such as the Maha Golden Immunity Shield.
…
Looking at the scribbles and notes on the small books… 
Fang Zheng's face immediately darkened. According to his calculation, ten symbols just were not enough! 
He had not gotten rich overnight, it was all a mistake. 
He was still on the poverty line, a drag on society. 
[1] A concept of Traditional Chinese Medicine, where there are three main energies that comprise a human being. The Body, Qi, and the Mind.


Missing people... Cars mysteriously falling off the Tongjiang Bridge... The world is going mad and it is up to Fang Zheng to prepare himself for it. What will he get himself into? What horrors will he face? Are YOU ready to join Fang Zheng on his journey to hunt the wicked? Ps. Save this one for a lonely midnight.

It was morning and the air was fresh.
Lin Fan took a rinse and did some stretching. He had slept very well the last night. As he left the door, he saw a few children surrounding his car. They were touching his car in amazement.
The group of middle-aged women told their kids to be careful not to damage the car. When Lin Fan came out of his house, the surrounding neighbors walked towards him and said, "Lil' Fan, you must have a fortune, this is such an impressive car."
"No, it's given by a friend," Lin Fan smiled and said.
The neighbors didn't believe him. Who would be so generous to give him a car as a gift? If there was really someone like that, they wanted to befriend him too. Elder Wang was envious. He said, "I wonder who's your sugar mummy. 'Friend' indeed. Haha."
The car was really impressive and it was comfortable to drive. Lin Fan didn't bother to argue with Elder Wang as he knew that he was just jealous. He swaggered to his car as if he was trying to make him even more jealous.
In the shop.
There was no one yet and Lin Fan was furious when he saw what was happening on Weibo. Autumn Sword Fish Killer must have gone crazy. He actually sent over a hundred thousand bad comments in just one night.
"Liar, big liar."
"He is a fraud, everyone, please don't believe him."
"Incorrigible fraud, he cheated me of several tens of thousands."
On the previous night, Lin Fan had predicted that Autumn Sword Fish Killer was going to lose a lot of money. Judging what was happening, what happened the night before had really dealt him a big blow. Lin Fan had already known this was going to happen. The consequences were too devastating for Autumn Sword Fish Killer to handle.
It was supposed to be a simple date but it unexpectedly turned out to be a blackmail scam. He lost thirty thousand dollars in just one night. Autumn Sword Fish Killer put all the blame on Lin Fan. He spent the entire night flaming Lin Fan on Weibo.
Sigh, this kid is hopeless. What could Lin Fan have done? He allowed him to continue his rant. He might just explode if he had continued to hold it in.
Fraud Tian just sat there in boredom and watched Lin Fan as he mumbled to himself. He was a little taken aback but he was already used to it.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan started to study the Encyclopedia. It had many different types and classifications of knowledge. There were minor classes of knowledge and major classes of knowledge. As of then, he only had 13 encyclopedic points. He wanted to persevere till he could unlock the next page but he was running out of fuel.
Hey…!
Then, Lin Fan had an idea. Some of the major classes of knowledge could be further branched into several minor classes of knowledge. That was quite interesting. For example, for languages, it was a major classification of knowledge but it was further classified into other subclasses.
Chinese, English, German, Japanese, Korean… Within these subclasses, there were different numbers and symbols. If he wanted to unlock a particular language, he would require 20 Encyclopedic Points.
Then, he opened the medicine classification, which further branched out to Chinese and Western medicine.
He expanded the Chinese medicine class and there were countless sub-categories which included pharmacology, acupuncture, tuina massage(a form of Chinese manual therapy) and many others. The sub-categories in Chinese medicine required more encyclopedic points to unlock, they cost 100 Encyclopedic Points each.
Lin Fan was enjoying himself as he looked through the Encyclopedia's various classifications. But as he opened the one for Xianxia knowledge, the vast amount of encyclopedic points needed was insane. Even he did not dare to look through it.
"Little Boss…" a random voice attracted his attention as he was deep in thought.
He had not heard anyone call him 'Little Boss' in a long time.
"It's really Little Boss."
A girl who had a youthful outfit was actually shopping on the streets outside of his shop. But when she looked into his shop, she was drawn by who was in it. The young person sitting on the chair in the shop was the Little Boss whom she had been looking for.
Huo Han ran into the shop and placed her hands on the table. Her breasts bounced right in front of Lin Fan.
"Little Boss, I finally found you. Why didn't you reply me?" Huo Han was a little angry and she looked like a cat which had gone mad.
"Do you even have a conscience? You have my heart and yet you still heartlessly abandoned me. Are you even a man?" Huo Han grumbled.
When Fraud Tian heard what she said, he was heartbroken. She was such a beautiful woman. By what she had said, it looked like she was really attracted to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan stared at Huo Han in shock as he hadn't expected to run into such a fierce woman like her again.
"Stop, so what do you want?" Lin Fan asked.
"I want to eat scallion pancakes." Huo Han said without any hesitation.
Lin Fan waved her away and said, "Look, I'm a changed man now. I no longer sell scallion pancakes. Do you want to have a session of fortune-telling?"
"Little Boss, you have such great skills. Why did you change your career path? Why don't you make a scallion pancake for me and I'll have a session of fortune-telling with you," Huo Han replied.
She had been tortured by the days without scallion pancakes. She felt that her life was empty without them.
"Babe, I've really changed my career already," Lin Fan firmly replied.
"Little Boss, what do you want from me in exchange for the scallion pancakes?" Huo Han asked. Since she had finally found him, she swore to never leave his shop without getting some scallion pancakes from him.
Lin Fan was speechless. She was indeed fierce. At that moment, he felt really helpless.
Then, a group of people came to his shop.
Fraud Tian immediately went out to control the crowd and give out the number tags.
"Master Lin, we are here. We must be chosen today no matter what."
"To whoever gets chosen later, I am willing to buy your place for $300."
"Haha, just $300? You're belittling Master Lin's standard."
"Babe, look, I'm busy. I really can't make any more scallion pancakes," Lin Fan said as he pointed to his shop entrance.
Huo Han was shocked at the sight of so many people. She felt that everything was fake. So many people are queuing up just for a session of fortune-telling?
Huo Han became silent and as she left the shop, she turned back to look at Little Boss.
Lin Fan sighed in relief. She was finally gone.
But what Lin Fan didn't know was, that was just the beginning.
Despicable Little Boss, I will definitely make you continue selling scallion pancakes. Although you probably can't find a girlfriend by being a scallion pancake seller, if you can satisfy my appetite, I might give you a chance to woo me.
Then, Huo Han returned to her company and opened a chat group on her phone.
Group name: Look for Little Boss.
Members: 200 people.
Huo Han: "I've finally found Little Boss."
The group had been silent for quite some time, but suddenly, it became lively again.
Person 1: "Where? Where did Little Boss go to set up his stall?"
Person 2: "It's so difficult to locate Little Boss. He has vanished since that day."
Person 3: "To the pretty group creator, where exactly is Little Boss? I haven't eaten his scallion pancakes in such a long time. I can't control myself any longer."
Huo Han: "I saw him on Cloud Street but he has already changed his career. He's now a fortune-teller. I pleaded him to sell me some scallion pancakes but he refused."
Person 4: "What the… Did Little Boss really become a fortune-teller? How could it be? I have to make Little Boss return to the right path of life. How could he ruin his future like that?"
Person 5: "I suggest all of us together and pull Little Boss back."
Huo Han: "I agree, we will be stronger in numbers. For the sake of our scallion pancakes, we must take the initiative. Let's group together and split up the work."
"No problem. We will follow your instructions. For the scallion pancakes, we will give our all."
"We must capture Little Boss alive and make him return to his right path of life."
"Let's do our best!"
"This mission shall be called: Capturing Little Boss alive."
Meanwhile, Lin Fan was enjoying his tea and didn't know that something major was going to happen soon.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

Morning Dew. Leon knew he heard about it when Eton spoke of it.
So it was tea. As this part of his memory was awoken in his mind, Leon immediately recalled a series of facts about the Morning Dew. He tried it before, it was a type of tea with green leaves favored by Jon. The tea water made from the leaves also had a pale green tone, and when the needle-like leaves flowed up and down in the boiling water they almost resembled dancing trees in a luxurious forest.
As for the taste, Leon couldn't remember. Just bitter water maybe, because that was old Jon's favorite.
"Is there anything special about the Morning Dew?" Leon asked Jon.
There was only a tiny bit of doubt passing through Jon's eyes. "Not really. It's only tea. You two drank it before, and so did your parents. However, if there truly is something worth mentioning, then maybe…"
"Maybe?" Leon quickly followed.
Jon signaled the mute servant to go away first, before slowly speaking again:
"The seedlings of Morning Dew do not originate from this world. I took them here from another world."
Leon rolled his eyes before Jon could finish. "Yeah, right. Since Count Eton came for the Morning Dew, not you, I'll send him an invitation later on to come to the manor tomorrow evening, to drink this tea."
He had no intention to hear about Jon's "other world theory" or whatever.
With that, Leon turned and left.
Jon on the other hand, gazed at the tea box in Angor's hands and fell into silence.
…
Misty water vapor and smoke slowly rose.
Angor bent over the crafting table, watching the leaves in the glass rise and fall in the flowing boiling water.
The Morning Dew tea, nothing out of the ordinary could be seen on the outside.
Personally, Angor preferred gulping down strong tea with a milk flavor to his heart's content. He felt exceptionally satisfied when licking away all the rich milk and residue of tea leaves from his lips, along with the lingering taste. 
Jon would joke about it, saying only kids love milk. To present his mature side in front of Jon, Angor only drank tea with bitterness and the taste of grass in it as long as there were people around him.
He tried the Morning Dew countless times as well. Bitter at first, sweet when savored afterward. There was nothing particular about it though. So why did Count Eton ask brother about it? Was he really doubting the origin of the seedlings like Teacher mentioned?
Angor thought about this for a while without reaching any answer, so he just gave up and turned to some files that were collected in his teacher's bookshelf.
Most of the files were about knowledge of the Goldspink Empire and the surrounding nations. They included languages, cultures, history, characters, medicine, astrology and so on.
Angor finished an epic about a heroic warrior on the sea. Jon had left a comment under the book: Refined language, organized content, but far too many words of praise which could not be used to speculate possible historical facts. This can be a supplement to the historical materials of the Heylan Imperials.
Jon preferred research on physical data and biological forms in his early years. But later, he discovered that the physical constants represented by certain data did not obey the movement of the earth. This was when he finally realized the distinctiveness of this world. In his recent years, he focused more on organizing and researching literary historical data instead.
There seemed to be no historian or similar posts in Goldspink Empire or the surrounding nations, thus the historical data arranged by Jon over the decade was one of a kind.
Angor was also very much interested in the newly arranged data, so he was greatly focused when reading it.
After finishing the history book, Angor saw the tip of the next parchment, with Jon's comment written in Hanzi:
[Most residents in this world are unlettered, and it seems there's no universal knowledge yet. People in ancient China already knew the concept of round sky and square earth when addressing the macro environment they live in. It was incorrect, but it was a basic understanding about their planet. However, people in this world are only aware of their nations and countries, without the knowledge of anything beyond. I hope I can find the name of this world in some other files… Or give it a name, if I can't find one.]
After that, Jon started writing about the universal senses of worth of the people in this world.
As a local, Angor knew well about this data, so he rushed through it and grabbed another parchment.
A Guide to the Applicability of Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine in this World, completely written in Chinese Hanzi. Perhaps Jon and Angor were the only ones that could understand it in this entire world.
Dusk arrived unknowingly. The servant already lit a fire in the fireplace. Another gentle evening filled with warm firelight, cricket buzzes and the calls of crows from outside.
Looking in another direction, on the plains not far from Grue Town, rows of temporary tents sat around bright campfires. One giant, beautifully decorated black tent with golden edges in the center was exceptionally eye-catching, like a moon protected by a swarm of stars.
This place was a temporary camp for Eton Morn, although that black tent was not Eton's. 
Cold wind in the Month of the Freezing Earth howled. Without trees, the armored knights could not suppress their trembling. Count Eton noticed this and ordered a pair of garrison knights to patrol, while letting everyone else rest near the campfire.
When everything was settled, Count Eton slowly walked into the elegant black tent. The moment he entered it, he replaced his stern expression when giving orders with a look of respect and ingratiation.
There weren't many decorations inside the tent, though everything carried a trace of wonder. An old man wearing black robe and white beard sat in a corner, quickly writing something. A crystal ball was ominously floating beside him.
There seemed to be shifting mist inside the crystal ball. The old man would check it every now and then, before returning to his writing. Eton looked at the crystal ball only to feel faint all of a sudden, so he quickly looked away. 
"You found the Morning Dew?" A deep, hoarse voice came from the old man.
With a hint of fear, Eton told him about the conversation between himself and Leon Padt today, to the last detail.
"Oh?" The old man put down his quill and blew the crimson-colored ink on the paper dry. "So he didn't know about the Morning Dew, but his expression shifted when he saw the wooden box? Maybe there's something about the crafter of the box. Or rather, he or she is a Caster, too."
Eton carefully glanced at the patterns drawn on the paper. The crimson streaks formed waves, with strange lines and symbols intertwined within. His eyes instantly felt sore.
"The magic formula on this scroll is called 'Surging Waves'. It will help your battle against Heylan." The old man paused a little. "It's a pity that you aren't a talented one, otherwise I could take you away from the Old Earth using this chance."
Eton's expression fell dark, "Father, I'm okay if you just take brother Alan and sister. As for me, I can stay with the family."
The old man sighed in frustration. As he recalled his two grandsons, his expression became soft again. "The talent of wizardry is extremely rare throughout history. People couldn't find a single one among tens of thousands of people in some places. It's already god's blessing for our family to witness two talents in succession. Alan and Aleen are my grandson and granddaughter, so of course I'll look after them as best as I can.
"Too bad my talent is not outstanding. Soon, I'll have to rely on them." With that, the old man turned his gaze back onto the wooden box on the desk.
"Interesting carvings, but I sense no magical traces. It's probably just an ordinary craftsman." The old man shook his head. It was impossible to find a Caster on the Old Earth. Even element waves were completely constrained here. Occultist Wizards and Bloodline Wizards who did not rely on elements could not find any materials they needed here. This land was forsaken after all.
"Since that Leon wouldn't speak the truth, I'll make him." Eton bowed with one fist folded against the other hand and a trace of cruelty in his eyes. "Nothing is more important than father's breakthrough. I'll ask Mahl to take two rider formations and burn the Padt Manor to the ground tonight!" 
The old man didn't reply, which meant he silently agreed. He was a White Wizard, someone who would not slaughter ordinary folks for no reason. However, as this was about his own breakthrough, some bloodshed wouldn't hurt. Besides, the "White Wizards are good wizards" statement was a joke - White Wizards and Black Wizards had different standings only because of the different natures of the spells they wielded. They were the same when it came to the ideas of human value. They both tended to avoid unnecessary killing, though.
After discussing some matters after Alan and Aleen left, Eton bid farewell to his father and prepared to leave.
This was when the Knight Commander Mahl came and knelt in front of the tent, seeking an audience.
"Report for the Count. Just a while ago, Viscount Leon of the Padt Manor sent a messenger here, offering a letter of invitation."


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

Since that they had decided to do it, they would do it well.
As they were all young men and full of passion, after making up their minds, they all started to move enthusiastically.
Early the next morning, Yang Yuankang had already arrived at the Songtao Pavilion in the appointed place. 
He brought two crates of new crystal vials into Zhang Tie's room. Yang Yuankang and Zhang Tie then filled all the solution from the terrine into the vials. They got 138 vials of medicament in total. 
"These vials of medicament have no symbols. In the future, we should customize all the vials of medicament!" Yang Yuankang said.
"Where will we customize them?"
"It's available in the Breaking-Heavens Department. The students who cultivate to be alchemists would customize their personal vials for medicaments after being able to produce them. There are private symbols on their vials. You can call them trademarks. All the private symbols on the vials are trademarks. They are registered in the Alchemists Association and are the only private image-text symbols being protected by the Alchemists Association!"
"I'm not an alchemist. How could I register my private symbol on the vials?" Zhang Tie asked out of curiosity.
"You can. All the vials with medicament inside could be registered for exclusively private symbol in the Alchemists Association!" Taking a empty crystal vial of medicament, Yang Yuankang pointed at some special designs on it, "This crystal vial includes several unique patents from aspects like ingredients and craftsmanship. These patents are exclusively enjoyed by the Alchemists Association. The Alchemists Association monopolizes the production of all the vials and the right to register and authenticate the symbols on the vials!"
Zhang Tie nodded. He thought if this batch of solution could really sell well, as long as he could produce it on a large scale, he would definitely customize his own vials.
After filling the solution inside the vials, Yang Yuankang took away 120 vials. Zhang Tie asked to keep the rest 18 vials. For the 120 vials, Zhang Tie sold them at the price of 4 gold coins for each. 
Zhang Tie decided to set the price of each vial at 5 gold coins, which was 10% lower than the common LV 1 antidote on the market, leaving 20% of gross profit to Yang Yuankang and the other guys. 
Because medicament were usually very expensive. Most of stores and sales terminals would variate from 5% to 8%. As the first dealer of Zhang Tie, Yang Yuankang could enjoy 20% of the gross profit. This was really too profitable. 
As the condition for the cooperation between both parties, if they could sell these products successfully, in the future, regardless of the rising sales price of the terminals, Zhang Tie always provide them at least 10000 vials of medicament at the price of lower than 4 gold coins a vial so as to ensure their investment benefits as the first ones who dared to eat crabs.
After taking the 120 vials of medicament, Yang Yuankang became so excited that after bidding a farewell with ZhangTie, he hurriedly left.
Staying in his room, Zhang Tie smirked as he counted the 480 gold coins paid by Yang Yuankang for many times. He was filled with pleasure. This was Zhang Tie's first time making money with his real talent and ability. Previously, although Zhang Tie had manipulated more money than this, he actually didn't make it with his own ability. 
When the Gregory family compensated 5000 gold coins for him, they were actually paying for the life of a second lieutenant of the Iron-Blood Camp of Norman Empire. 
When in Blapei, although he took the position as an officer in the logistics department and could gain a lot of gold coins per week, that was due to the concern about him from the big figures of the Iron-Horn Army. 
Even though that rune ring was still picked up from the battlefield, it was due to good luck. 
However, today, with his own ability, he made 480 gold coins. Holding the heavy gold coins which weighed over 10 kg, Zhang Tie felt very satisfied. 
After Yang Yuankang left, Zhang Tie also left Songtao Pavilion with some money.
...
Seeing Zhang Tie falling off the 4 m high quincuncial piles once again, although standing on the ground steadily, Gu Caidie who was responsible for guiding Zhang Tie frowned her forehead with a serious expression at once. 
"Junior brother Zhang Tie, you seem not concentrated today! As you've made progress very fast during this period, you shouldn't slack off!"
"Yes, senior sister Gu!" Feeling embarrassed, Zhang Tie scratched his head as he slightly jumped up from the ground and stood back onto the piles. After practicing it for several days, although Zhang Tie could still not defeat those girls, his movements had become increasingly more flexible. He could stand longer and longer on the piles now. Even when falling off the piles, Zhang Tie could still stand on the ground safe and sound, instead of being that awkward at the beginning.
Today, because Zhang Tie was thinking about making money, he became a bit mind-absent on the piles.
"Although you have great strength on your feet, it was not enough, as you have to feel being both a nail and a spring on the piles, in each second, you should be at the equilibrium point between the nail and the spring. Only when you could fix and move your foot in a split second could you pass the test!"
Zhang Tie nodded.
After concentrating, Zhang Tie performed much better. Two hours passed very soon.
The moment it was finished, after bidding a farewell with Gu Caidie, Zhang Tie had hurriedly left the training field. 
Seeing that Zhang Tie was that anxious, Gu Caidie could only reveal a smile as she shook her head.
Even though afterTwo hours' training, when Zhang Tie left the training field for fundamental movements, it was still 9 am..
After leaving the training field, Zhang Tie directly came to the hall of the Middle Castle and queued up before the counter where he handed in money at the beginning. 
After the front ones handed in the monthly payment, it was finally Zhang Tie's turn.
Behind that counter was still those senior scholars who were wearing oversleeves.
"I want to rent a warehouse!" Zhang Tie directly gave his clan plate to a senior scholar.
Taking Zhang Tie's clan plate, the old man inserted it into the slot of the machine. After pulling down a drawbar, he looked at the data on the machine before nodding. "You have good credit. You can rent some facilities of Hidden Dragon Palace. What sort of warehouse do you want?"
"The area of the warehouse should be above 200 sq meters. It should have good access to water, wind and items. Additionally, the warehouse should be safe. Besides me, nobody else can enter!"
"The only one that meets your requirements should be the workshop for herbal medicine apprentices in the Hidden Dragon Palace. Each herbal medicine apprentice is equipped with a herbal medicine warehouse which covers 210 sq meters. The warehouse is access to to wind, water. Besides, its illumination and temperature are adjustable!"
"The workshop of herbal medicine apprentices? It doesn't sound too bad." Zhang Tie thought inwardly. 
"What about the rate?"
"The rent for each workshop is 15 gold coins a month! You should pay off one year's rent before being able to use it."
This price was still too high for purely renting a room; however, as it was in the Hidden Dragon Palace, it was still acceptable for Zhang Tie.
"Well, I want to rent a workshop then!" Saying this, Zhang Tie pulled out his purse and counted out 180 gold coins, which were a part of that paid by Yang Yuankang and the other guys. After the payment, only 300 gold coins left. 
"Your workshop is in the Poria Cocos Park in Herb Valley." The old man returned the clan plate to Zhang Tie as he give him a metal plate marked with "Poria Cocos". "This plate is the only secret key to open the Poria Cocos Park. Take it and register in the Administration Center of the Herbs Valley, where someone will guide you to the Poria Cocos Park!"
After taking a serious look at the metal plate marked with "Poria Cocos", Zhang Tie found it was a bit similar to his clan plate as on the back of each plate was graved with some secret metal grains.
Holding the secret key, Zhang Tie instantly rushed into Herb Valley. 
Herb Valley was beside the Lower Castle. It was not far from the Secret Knowledge Pavilion and was only over 500 m away from the Zhixing Department. Herb Vallley was in the east while the Zhixing Department was in the west with a ridge between them. This was a more tranquil small valley, which was covered with many herbal fields. The moment Zhang Tie entered this region, he had smelt the fragrance of many kinds of herbal medicines.
Those independent small parks were scattering in this small valley. On the way, Zhang Tie saw many rooms were named "White Peony Park", "Licorice Park", "Angelica Park", "Red Peony Park" and "Ginseng Park", etc...
Zhang Tie entered the Administration Center of Herb Valley to register himself. After that, a staff member guided him into Poria Cocos Park. 
There was a firm iron gate outside the Poria Cocos Park. After inserting the secret key into the slot on the iron gate, Zhang Tie twisted the handle on the iron gate to open it.
Poria Cocos Park covered more than 300 sq meters. It was divided into many small rooms, including a lab, lounge room and herbal medicine warehouse. There were some simple tools for processing herbal medicines. 
Zhang Tie was concerned about the warehouse most. After circling around the warehouse, Zhang Tie found some wooden brackets in the warehouse which almost filled the whole warehouse. He then faintly frowned, "I don't need these things, can you have someone move them out of here?
"These items are used to dry and store various  herbal medicines. Each herbal medicine apprentice would use them!" The staff explained as he thought Zhang Tie didn't know their purpose. 
"I won't use them!"
"Aren't you a herbal medicine apprentice?" The staff asked out of curiosity. 
"Who told you I was a herbal medicine apprentice?" Zhang Tie asked.
"But what do you rent it for..."
"I have money, I want to pickle vegetables here!" Zhang Tie smirked...

After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten.
In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive.
A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger.
The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!
Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together!
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**


These Life Destruction powerhouses gradually crowded together around the stone platform. Some of them used their perception to investigate the stone platform, and there were even some that used their hands to examine it, hoping that they would be able to trigger some sort of switch to a secret room or some other lucky chance. There were even some who suspected that this array formation was related to the Demon Emperor's medicine garden.

However, no matter what they did, the stone platform array formation gave no response.

Those who looked couldn't help but turn to glance at Xuan Wuji. However, they saw that Xuan Wuji had already withdrawn his sense and had passed through the corridor as if he had no intention of staying here.

These people pondered over this stone platform for a bit longer and finally gave up.

Perhaps Xuan Wuji really was just a tad curious about this stone platform, and there wasn't anything particularly special about it. Anyway, it was best that they stayed tightly together with Xuan Wuji for fear that they would miss the medicine garden.

Thinking like this, several second stage Life Destruction old fellows first left.

But at this time, Lin Ming touched the stone platform, his hand covering a rune on top of it. These many Life Destruction masters had constantly been touching it to sense something, so this sort of minor action didn't arouse anyone's suspicions.

Lin Ming was clearly aware that this stone platform was in fact an ancient transmission array.

The Demon God Imperial Palace occupied a range of land over a hundred miles long and wide. There were countless paths inside, and trying to leave from the inside was very troublesome. Therefore, within the Demon God Imperial Palace, there were four or five transmission array points like this.

Lin Ming remembered two of these transmission array points, and one of those that he remembered was this one.

'Xuan Wuji most likely knew about this transmission array from the Demon Emperor's letter. It's highly possible he even knows how to activate this transmission array. The reason that he investigated this array a moment ago was likely to determine whether or not he would be able to use it. He's thinking to use this transmission array to leave by himself after the treasure hunt is over.'

After everyone had broken through the Demon God Imperial Palace's defensive barrier and entered, the defensive barrier was able to repair itself, completely sealing everyone within. If anyone wanted to leave, they would have to spend another four or five days breaking through the barrier again. In addition, with going back and forth within the Demon God Imperial Palace, it might take seven or eight days longer.

If Xuan Wuji grabbed the treasures, he would be able to use this transmission array to leave. As for everyone else, they would be stranded within the Demon God Imperial Palace, unable to compete for the treasures he had.

This was a really well thought out plan.

Thinking of this, Lin Ming's lips curved up with a hint of a devilish grin. After entering the Demon God Imperial Palace, nothing had gone right for him. As for obtaining the Nirvana Dragon Root, the hope for that was slim enough to send one into despair. Lin Ming no longer entertained any ideas of obtaining a lucky chance. Rather, it would be good enough if he could ruin Xuan Wuji's day.

With the assistance of the Demon Emperor's memories as well as the understanding he had of ancient array formations, Lin Ming quickly understood the structure of this transmission array and also the specific array symbol order to start it.

Within the Imperial Palace, every transmission array had a specific set of array symbols that needed to be ordered for the transmission array to start. If the array symbols were not in order, then the transmission array simply would not activate.

Lin Ming looked as if he were aimlessly fumbling around with the ancient array, but his two hands were actually repeatedly rubbing a row of three symbols, quietly changing their order.

The only way that Xuan Wuji would be able to decipher this new order of array symbols was if he was as equally skilled in the concepts of ancient transmission arrays as Lin Ming.

'I don't know when, but if Xuan Wuji is really planning on using this transmission array to leave, I wonder just what sort of expression he'll have.' Thinking of this, Lin Ming's heart was bubbling with anticipation.

After modifying several array symbols, Lin Ming calmly withdrew his hands behind his back. Even Mu Yuhuang, who was standing near Lin Ming, didn't suspect anything as she saw Lin Ming touch the stone platform. She only smiled and said, "Forget it Lin Ming, this stone platform is not some ordinary platform. Even if there is some sort of lucky chance sealed inside, it isn't something we can start by just touching it. Let's get walking."

"Yes, Master Ancestor." Lin Ming casually said as he followed Mu Yuhuang away.

...…..

The further they walked, the more difficult it became to move forwards.

Everyone also became increasingly careful.

Besides that dangerous Toxic Gray Frog puppet, there were also many mazes and deadly traps. When they arrived at a corridor, a gray projectile shot out. Nanyun Wang managed to dodge it, but it directly pierced through the chest of an old man behind him. Immediately, a large hole the size of a man's head appeared in his chest, and a scorched smell filled the air.

Without even a chance to speak, the old man instantly died on the spot.

As everyone saw this, the atmosphere became even grimmer. Lin Ming also sucked in a breath of cold air. He knew that there traps in this part of the Imperial Palace, but he wasn't clear about most of them. If he had entered the Demon God Imperial Palace by himself, then he would have absolutely died here.

At this time, they were only several miles away from the Demon Emperor's medicine garden.  The closer they were, the slower their pace became. Xuan Wuji, Abbott Whitebrow, and Nanyun Wang led the way, releasing all of their senses and keeping their guard at the highest level.

Finally, the group tentatively passed through the last hall. They came onto a slightly dimmed staircase and after passing through another corner, they encountered a massive stone gate.

The stone gate was 100 feet high and appeared extremely heavy and thick. Atop the stone gate, there was a massive eye that was carved onto it. Around the eye, there were many scattered flame-shaped patterns. This looked like an extremely strange and mysterious totem.

As Abbot Whitebrow and Nanyun Wang saw this stone gate, they gathered next to Xuan Wuji.

Xuan Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light, but he maintained his calm and collected appearance. Slowly, he walked over to the stone gate. According to the Demon Emperor's letter, behind this stone gate was the Demon Emperor's medicine garden!

After pouring in so much effort and paying such a great price, he had finally made it to the Demon Emperor's medicine garden!

At this time, even the calm Xuan Wuji couldn't help but worry over what would happen. Regarding the spells and traps that were laid down in the Demon Emperor's medicine garden, the Demon Emperor's jade slip did not record enough details.

Only the approximate type of spell was described onto the jade slip, without any precise details or explanation. Not just that, but the description of the array formations used terminology from tens of thousands of years ago, and they had scant little to do with Xuan Wuji's current understanding of array formations. He simply wasn't able to understand the complex arrays that lay within.

These past years, Xuan Wuji had put forth all his effort and gathered all sorts of things together in a flimsy patchwork of ideas. He had read through all sorts of ancient texts, and yet he only found a  single viable way to barely break through the array formations inside. But he didn't know whether or not this method would work.

Xuan Wuji took a deep breath, and pushed in the stone gate. There were no spells on this stone gate; all of them would be located within the medicine garden.

With a rumbling sound, the 100 foot high stone gate swung open.

As the stone gate opened, everyone's vision was suddenly filled with light, as if a dazzling sunrise had risen within the dark corridor. As everyone saw the scene in front of them, they were struck by amazement.

Behind the stone gate, there was no clear blue stone path, no stone platform, no trap puppets. Instead, it was a fairy-like land of prairies and forests that seemed to come from a dream. And strangest of all was that this prairie was wrapped in fluttering white snow, as if a blanket of white silk had fallen over the land. In this cold weather, a gorgeous frosty glaze filled the world; it was heart-achingly beautiful.

And in the center of this prairie, there was a winding river. This river hadn't frozen, but it still emitted a chilling energy. This cold river in this wonderland of snow was marvelous and hard for one to immediately accept that it would appear in this massive palace. It was difficult to accept such a strong visual difference.

Xuan Wuji was the first one to step into this snowy world. The other Life Destruction old fellows behind him hesitated, and then began to follow after him.

As Lin Ming saw this image of the Demon Emperor's medicine garden, he wasn't too surprised. He had some faint memories of this from the Demon Emperor's memories.

After entering this frozen wonderland, Lin Ming immediately felt a biting chill in the air. The Demon Emperor had planted the Nirvana Dragon Root in his medicine garden, and the Nirvana Dragon root was a cold-attribute treasure. If he was correct, then after the Nirvana Dragon Root was grown here, it began to naturally gather cold energy around it, causing this miniature frost world.

This chill seemed as if it could drill through his bones. It wasn't much to these Life Destruction old fellows, but Lin Ming had no choice but to revolve his true essence to protect his body. This was the only way he was able to prevent the cold air from entering his body.

At this moment, Lin Ming felt a warm current enter his body. As he turned to look, he saw that Mu Yuhuang was injecting her fire-attribute true essence into him.

"Lin Ming, stay behind me. Once we enter the medicine garden, don't get too close in order to avoid the true essence shockwaves from any battles that might occur."

"Mm, I understand." Lin Ming nodded as he sensed Mu Yuhuang's concerns towards him. He was also well aware that if these old Life Destruction fellows really decided to fight each other, then the true essence shockwaves alone would be able to kill him.

...…

The Demon Emperor's medicine garden was around 20 to 30 square miles large. The area where the Nirvana Dragon Root was planted was in a small core area at the center of the medicine garden, where the spiritual pulse of this land was located.

As for everywhere else, it was just common spiritual land. As everyone walked in a bit, the Black Flood Dragon Clan's Patriarch gave a sudden cry. He immediately moved, flying hundreds of feet away.

"Azure Orchids! It's really Azure Orchids!"

In front of the Black Flood Dragon Clan Patriarch, there was a group of purplish blue flowers. The flowers were wrapped in thick ice and looked unremarkable.

"Haha, what great luck!"

The Black Flood Dragon Clan Patriarch carefully reached down to pick up this bunch of Azure Orchids, placing them into his spiritual ring. Azure Orchids were ingredients for ancient medicines, and were extremely difficult to find. The Black Flood Dragon Clan just happened to have a medicinal formula that used Azure Orchids, but he never imagined that he would unexpectedly find them here.

As Xuan Wuji saw the Black Flood Dragon Clan Patriarch gather the Azure Orchid flowers, he didn't say anything. Compared to the Nirvana Dragon Root, these tiny little Azure Orchids were nothing at all.

With such a valuable treasure awaiting him, he naturally didn't have any interest in fighting with the Black Flood Dragon Clan Patriarch over such little things.

However, no one imagined that the Azure Orchids were only the beginning.

Next, all sorts of various plants appeared. And for most of them, their value was no less than the Azure Orchids.

"Medium-grade earth-step Blue Spirit Grass!"

"3000 Year Essence Melting Fruit!"

"Medium-grade earth-step Misty Clear Tea!"

....

As the group continued through, they constantly saw all sorts of precious medicines. This land had existed for tens of thousands of years without a single person setting foot inside; the number of medicinal herbs that were growing here was really too many.

In the Realm of the Gods, countless legends fought over a mysterious cube. After the battle it disappeared into the void. Lin Ming stumbles upon this mystery object and begins his journey to become a hero of the land.

The same Martial World from Wuxiawrold. Not claiming ano. credits or anything for this. Made for personal use and convenient reading in offline.

"No chemotherapy and transplant?" Yun Xiangxiang was taken aback,
"It has been discussed for a long time in theory, but no actual breakthrough after all this time," Song Mian took Yun Xiangxiang to his work desk. He opened the documents related to leukemia from his computer.
The jargon in them overwhelmed Yun Xiangxiang. She pushed the computer away. "You can just explain it to me."
Song Mian chuckled as he sat beside Yun Xiangxiang. "To put it simply, the Western medicine will conduct immunotherapy from the cells, while the Chinese medicine would regulate the liver, spleen, and kidneys."
"You're planning to use both methods of treatment?" Yun Xiangxiang asked again.
Song Mian nodded. "Leukemia is categorised as either acute or chronic. A successful treatment is highly probable by only using Chinese medicine to treat acute leukemia. But if it's chronic leukemia, regulation through Chinese medicine might not make it."
"Acute leukemia has a higher rate of success instead?" Yun Xiangxiang was perplexed. From what she heard, acute diseases were supposed to be the troublesome version.
Song Mian gazed at Yun Xiangxiang gently. His smile was mesmerising. "Acute diseases attack fiercely. If the medicine is prescribed correctly, the effects would be tremendous."
"But if a chronic disease breaks out, that would mean the disease is already there for some time. The body had been damaged to an extent."
Yun Xiangxiang only realized that now. She placed her chin on one of her hands as she looked up to Song Mian. "I want to know your opinion on Chinese and Western medicine."
"Knowledge does not belong to any nation. There are pros and cons to Eastern and Western medicine," Song Mian gave a neutral answer.
"So...which of them has more pros, and which has fewer?" Yun Xiangxiang's eyes turned. She asked Song Mian a difficult question on purpose.
"It depends. The one you need is the one that has more pros," Song Mian touched Yun Xiangxiang's nose with the tip of his fingers.
Chinese medicine is a more stable choice, but it is a slow process. Most people treat time as their lives now.
Even if they knew that Western medicine would not be able to get to the root of the disease, they would still choose Western medicine. They could not afford to waste time.
An increasing number of rich people started choosing Chinese medicine now as they had the time to go through the treatment after all.
Western medicine works fast, but the human body could resist it easily. Western medicine also comes with relatively larger side effects.
After all, Western medicine targeted symptoms, whereas Chinese medicine treated all the parts of the body in pursuit of balance.
Quick results were not the only advantage of Western medicine. Western medicine would have an advantage in most diseases that needed emergency surgery.
As a medical practitioner, Song Mian would never look down upon someone's skill, even if he would never abandon his nation's traditions.
This was why he learned both Chinese and Western medicine.
Nothing is all powerful. Chinese and Western medicine could coexist due to their own pros. It would benefit mankind if they could be used together seamlessly on many diseases.
"I would still encourage our countrymen to learn about Chinese medicine more," Song Mian sighed.
"More and more people are actually paying attention to Chinese medicine now," Yun Xiangxiang nodded.
"Father has been pouring his efforts in nurturing and protecting the ingredients of Chinese medicine over the past two years," Song Mian resigned.
Too many elements are involved in Chinese medicine. Nurturing of talents, protection of the ingredients, legacy of the prescriptions...
"I believe in you," Yun Xiangxiang held Song Mian's hand.
She knew that Song Mian was not the only one who was working hard, but she would give more support and encouragement to him.
Song Mian went to the hospital where Dong Chen was the next day. It was a pity that Yun Xiangxiang could not go, as her lectures had started. Yun Lin went with him instead. When Yun Lin came back, he looked up to Song Mian like he was a god.
"Elder sister, did you know? The director came to welcome Brother Mian himself when Brother Mian arrived at the hospital. The director even brought a lot of doctors along and followed behind brother-in-law."
When Yun Xiangxiang came back from reporting in to school, Yun Lin regaled Yun Xiangxiang with everything he had seen today excitedly.
It was a colorful tale that was ripe with emotions. He finally concluded, "All men should be like Brother Mian. That's what success looks like!"
To be standing on the top in one field. Yun Lin seemed to have understood something. He too wanted to be the top in his favorite field.
"Elder sister has to move to the Song Manor for a while. You come too. Move back here after your school starts," Yun Xiangxiang loved to ruffle his hair.
Every time Yun Lin's hair was ruffled by Yun Xiangxiang, he would comb it slowly with his cheeks puffed. Recently, he had even gotten himself a little mirror.
"Don't be so pleased of yourself," Yun Xiangxiang snorted.
Song Mian took them for a roasted duck dinner and sent Li Xiangling and Song Meng to their campuses before slowly driving back to the Song Manor.
It was already very late when they arrived. Master Song met up with them. There was already a place cleared out for them.
Yun Xiangxiang and Yun Lin lived in a little courtyard. Both their rooms were neighboring each other.
Yun Xiangxiang needed to wake up earlier in the morning. It was farther from her university here. She had to avoid the peak hours.
Song Mian actually got up to make breakfast for her. Master Song too woke up early to practise.
"It's in the lunchbox. You can have it while you're driving or in school," Song Mian handed an insulated lunch box to her after Yun Xiangxiang finished washing up.
"Thanks for your hard work, Ah Mian," Yun Xiangxiang gave him a quick kiss before hopping into her car.
She of course had to finish the good stuff in the car. Everyone would grab it after she arrived at her dorm room.
Even so, Yun Xiangxiang still kindly bought some morning snacks from the cafeteria for them. The trio were still sleeping when she arrived.
"Wake up. You're going to be late if you sleep in," Yun Xiangxiang woke them up not-so-politely when she stepped into the room.
The trio foggily washed up before sitting around the table to have the snacks Yun Xiangxiang bought for them.
Tao Manni's eyes were still sleepy. "Xiangxiang, don't you need to get used to it? I wake up at ten during the holidays."
"I wake up at five thirty every day," Yun Xiangxiang replied.
Tao Manni was dazed. She decided to not speak. She lowered her head to finish her snacks.
"Oh yeah. Xiangxiang, the rankings for our course was released yesterday night. You are in third place." Ma Linlin remembered the main business. "Our class snagged two places in the top three. The class president is in top place. Second place comes from the class next door."
"Xiangxiang, give me some of those smarts," Feng Xiaolu was upset when she remembered that she had to retake the exam.
She went to class every day. Even when they say that a university student that does not skip class is a failed one, she still dared not to skip out on classes. Despite that, she still failed.
Yun Xiangxiang could still place third within their course even when she took nearly three months leave to film. Would that mean that she could be first place without leave?
"If you wake up at five thirty in the morning like I do, I guarantee you can be first place in our course."
Everyone was smart in this school. They were top students from their home. They did not need anyone else's smarts.
"Look at me. I look like this when I wake up now. Do you expect me to sleep with a book in my hand if I wake up at five?" Feng Xiaolu squinted.
"Bad news! Bad news!" Yun Xiangxiang was about to say something when Zhu Yuan rushed in hurriedly.
She dashed to stand in front of Yun Xiangxiang. Anxiously, she said, "Xiangxiang, the class president of the third class is appealing for a recheck of the results. She thinks that your results are not legit."
"My results are not legit?" Yun Xiangxiang was astonished.


Yun Xiangxiang was a well-regarded celebrity in her previous life. 
This life, she wants to be a proper actor. 
Have a good reputation, rather have nothing than everything and not rely on the words from her fans. The products are quality. Firmly plant her own feet to the ground and only rely on herself to take the throne, step by step. 
Yet, she accidentally got entangled with a world-class big shot.
Ever since then, the world-class big shot followed her on Weibo. He would gift her advanced technological goods for protection. Create rings that no one else can wear but her. He would glorify her family name so he can go through fire to watch over. 
Until he finally embraced her, "It's too dangerous for you. You can only be safe if you become my wife." 
Yun Xiangxiang: ...


Di Jiu nodded before he replied, "If I intervene now, I could save her. However, if we delay helping her, I can't guarantee that she will survive."
Signs of vitality were metaphysical. Di Jiu could sense the woman's slowly deteriorating signs of vitality, but he was uncertain when those signs would disappear completely.
Lin Bo fell to his knees with a loud sound and looked at Di Jiu earnestly as he pleaded, "Please save Lian Shayu…"
Lin Bo had no idea whether Di Jiu could actually save Lian Shayu, but the girl was already dead, so there could be no worse consequence than death. 
Di Jiu nodded as he told Lin Bo, "Please go to my room and bring my bag."
"Sure, sure!" Lin Bo did not ask Di Jiu how he intended to save the girl. He just rushed out and did as Di Jiu had requested.
As soon as Lin Bo left, Di Jiu started to quickly strike different acupuncture points on Lian Shayu's body. It was obvious that she had suffered from a heart-related disease, so Di Jiu did not understand Lin Bo's decision to administer a heartrate-quickening drug. However, that was no longer important. He just had to focus on the fact that Lian Shayu was not completely dead. 
There were many different cases of false death. In Lian Shayu's case, her heart had stopped temporarily, which had caused her to fall into a temporary death-like coma. If she remained in this state for a certain period of time, then she would die for real.
Back when Di Jiu had been studying medicine in the Ji Nation, the occurence of false death could be reversed with some extra effort. Di Jiu had practised the Major Conduit Internal Records and the Di Clan's Sabers' Qi, so each stroke he made was full of Essence Energy.
A constant stream of Essence Energy was being transferred from Di Jiu's strokes into Lian Shayu's body through her acupuncture points. Lin Bo, who had just returned with the backpack, watched in awe the speed that Di Jiu's hands moved over Lian Shayu's body. Lian Shayu's body ascended from the bed and started rolling in the air. Lin Bo could see clearly that Di Jiu's hands did not remain in contact with Lian Shayu's body for long.
What kind of skill was that?
Lin Bo, who had been a Deputy Chief Physician at the Ai Bo Hospital, could be considered an experienced doctor, yet he had never seen the moves that Di Jiu was executing before.
After more than 10 minutes of these strokes, Lian Shayu moved towards the floor. Lin Bo noticed a stream of hot air leaking from Di Jiu's forehead. This was almost similar to the legendary qigong.
As Lian Shayu descended, Di Jiu grabbed a few medicinal herbs from his backpack. He crushed the herbs by rubbing his hands together and placed them in Lian Shayu's mouth. He proceeded to keep administering the same strokes on her body. 
Lin Bo was excited to see Lian Shayu's throat move as she swallowed the crushed herbs Di Jiu had placed in her mouth.
When Di Jiu finished administering those strokes, he reached into his bag for a towel to wipe his sweat away. Then, he turned to Lin Bo and said, "She will be awake in a few minutes. You will need to find a way to explain how you saved her and take her away."
Lin Bo walked over to Lian Shayu's side and squeezed her wrist to check for her pulse. "She's awake… She has really come back to life!" Lin Bo said excitedly.
His excitement made him incoherent. Lian Shayu was still unconscious, but Lin Bo could feel a pulse on her wrist.
Di Jiu gave Lin Bo a pat on the shoulder before he said, "Calm down. She did not come back to life. She had never died in the first place. It was just a case of false death. She has not regained consciousness yet, but her blood circulation has been revived."
"Sir…" Lin Bo stuttered.
Di Jiu waved his hand indifferently as he replied, "My name is Di Jiu, Doctor Lin. Please do not call me sir. I have not earned it…"
Di Jiu was reminded of his time in Pearl City. Even though there had definitely been other loafers besides him and Qu Xiaoshu, who had not had a lot of experience in this occupation, they had still been highly respected and addressed politely.
"Yes, Master Di. Given your medical expertise, you could easily be appointed as the hospital's chief physician."
Di Jiu interrupted Lin Bo before he could finish his sentence. "Doctor Lin…"
"Please do not call me Doctor Lin, Master Di. You can address me by my name, or just call me Xiao Lin. That will do," Lin Bo said, placing his hands tensely against his sides.
Di Jiu's medical expertise had shocked Lin Bo, who was too excited to stay calm. As a medical practitioner, he felt a sense of admiration for Di Jiu.
Lin Bo's excitement showed accurately his admiration for medical expertise. Although most people would look up to Di Jiu's abilities, Lin Bo, who had been a Deputy Chief Physician at a hospital, knew clearly how high Di Jiu ranked in the medical field.
Di Jiu's technique was most definitely worth Lin Bo's respect. This had been a special technique used by the first major physician of the Ji Nation, Xue Tuo. The technique was called the Five-Yin Six-Yang Hand. 
In order to learn the Five-Yin Six-Yang Hand, Di Jiu had sought the support of his father, Di Shan, and even offered the Di Family's most treasured possession, an 1,000-year-old ginseng, to Xue Tuo as a gift. However, the 1,000-year-old ginseng alone had still been an inadequate price for this technique. It was the combination of the 1,000-year-old ginseng and the Di Family's status that had given Di Jiu the opportunity to master the Five-Yin Six-Yang Hand. 
The Five Yin, which were also known as the five elements, were the lungs, liver, kidney, heart, and spleen. Each element represented metal, water, wood, fire, and earth respectively. The Six Yang were the gallbladder, stomach, large intestine, bladder, and sanjiao. 
Di Jiu had mastered this technique better than Xue Tuo. After he had mastered the Major Conduit Internal Records and the Di Clan's first saber move, his display of the Five-Yin Six-Yang Hand had become more formidable than Xue Tuo's.
Di Jiu chuckled as he said, "Do you think it would be difficult for me to become a doctor given my medical expertise? I came here to seek peace though, and there is no place around the hospital that is quieter than this one. Therefore, you do not need to recommend me for a doctor position at the hospital or ask me to treat patients here."
"I'll keep that in mind," Lin Bo replied quickly. "Are you a Chinese Medicine practitioner, Doctor Di? Chinese Medicine takes longer to heal patients, but I thought it no longer mattered. I did not know that real Chinese Medicine was so powerful." 
"I am not a Chinese Medicine practitioner, but I have read about Chinese Medicine. Chinese Medicine is immensely profound. It actually follows the evolutionary theory of nature, so it is a natural means of human medical treatment. You are right, though. Chinese Medicine is unable to treat terminal illnesses," Di Jiu answered truthfully. 
Lin Bo looked at Di Jiu with a puzzled expression. "I saw you use two types of herbs just now and crush them with a certain technique…"
"In my opinion, Western Medicine is just a form of Chinese Medicine. The Yin and Yang already exist in nature, just like the male and female gender. If there is a Yin, there must also be a Yang. Every ailment has its medicinal cure. The reason Chinese Medicine may not be able to cure certain ailments is that the right medicinal herb has not been found yet. Western Medicine uses man-made techniques to extract the medicinal properties of these herbs to treat illnesses that Chinese Medicine cannot," Di Jiu explained patiently.
"Some people who studied Chinese Medicine created a lack of expertise in the field. Medicinal herbs may be scarce or hard to find, which makes Chinese Medicine less effective compared to Western Medicine. The decline of the practice of Chinese Medicine in the near future is normal and expected."
"How can we reverse this decline?" Lin Bo had completely forgotten where he was. He felt like he had gone back to the time when he had been asking questions at school.
"It's inevitable," Di Jiu replied coldly. 
Earth's resources were becoming increasingly scarce. The discovery of the Fairy Planet could ease the decline of Chinese Medicine in the short term, but it wouldn't do so for long. Human greed would continue to propel the decline of Chinese Medicine. The remaining quantity of medicinal herbs would run out, and mass production of man-made medicine would definitely take less effort than cultivating medicinal herbs. 
For the sake of efficiency and revenue, mankind would not spend any time cultivating medicinal herbs. It would rather invest time and energy into creating synthetic drugs for medicinal treatment.
"Ah… Doctor Lin? Where am I…" Lian Shayu, who had regained consciousness, interrupted Lin Bo's next question.
When she surveyed her surroundings and realized she was not in the hospital ward, she was relieved to see the familiar face of Doctor Lin.


In the endless Universe is eight primordial laws. Each of the eight laws have been fused with a supreme expert, but unbeknownst to everyone, there is a ninth law in the universe. It tears open the Primordial Chaos and is beyond reach.

Di Jiu—whose name is a homophone for 'ninth'—is the ungifted son of a powerful Di family clan in the Ji Nation as he lacks martial roots. Unwilling to resign to his fate, he practices medicine, hoping to one day cure himself. 

One day, the king orders a massacre of the Di family, forcing Di Jiu to flee. He ends up traveling to a portal into a post-modern Earth where cultivation has been made possible with the appearance of Planet Fairy.

What awaits Di Jiu in his bid to seek revenge and figure out the truth while he switches between dimensions?

Chapter 882: Pagpunta sa Lahat upang Makintal ang Iyong Reputasyon (3)
Ang kamay ni Huo Mian na naghahalo ng kape ay huminto para sa isang segundo; pagkatapos, iniling niya ang kanyang ulo ...
 "Um ... sinabi sa akin ng aking ina na mayroong isang tunay na sikat na tradisyunal na doktor ng Tsino kung saan siya nakatira, at maraming mga mag-asawa ang nabuntis matapos na makausap siya. Ang Chinese medicine ay makakasakit sa katawan, kaya hindi ba ito magiging mahusay kung nalutas ang iyong problema? Sinabi ng aking ina na magaling siya, at dahil may oras tayo ngayon, gusto mo bang pumunta suriin ito?
 " Karaniwang tumanggi si Huo Mian, ngunit ngayon, sumagot siya, "Oo naman."
Pagkatapos, pinag-maneho ni Huo Mian ang sarili at si Zhu Lingling sa kalye na tinutuluyan ng kanyang ina. I
to ay isang lumang pang-industriya na distrito; Si Zhu Lingling ay lumaki doon, at dahil nasanay na ang kanilang pamilya, hindi nais ng kanyang mga magulang na ilipat ang lahat patungo sa bayan.
Sa bandang huli, sila ay nag-ikot at lumiko hanggang sa makarating sila sa labas ng isang bakuran sa isang hutong.
Isang aso ay nagsimulang tumahol sa kanila sa sandaling sila ay naglalakad sa…
 "Anong kailangan mo?" Isang matandang babae na may kakaibang tono ang lumalakad palabas ng bakuran.
 "Kumusta, nandito kami para kay G. Wang," naalala ni Zhu Lingling na ang pamilyang ito ay pinangalanan na 'Wang'. "Oh, nandito ka ba para magpasuri?"
"Oo." Tumango si Huo Mian.
 "Halika, ang bayad sa konsulta ay 20 yuan." Nilabas ng matandang babae ang kamay nito.
Bago nagkaroon ng pagkakataon si Huo Mian na maabot ang kanyang bag, Si Zhu Lingling kaagad na binigay sa matandang babae ang 20-yuan bill.
Pagkatapos, dinala niya sila sa isang maliit na bahay, kung saan ang isang matandang lalaki na nasa bandang 80 taon o kaya siya nakasuot ng pang-basang salamin at nag-aayos ng gamot.
Ang buong silid ay nangangamoy Chinese medicine.
"Matandang lalaki, may pasyente ka."
 "Sige, naintindihan ko." Ang matandang lalaki ay may perpektong pagdinig at tumigil sa ginagawa niya kaagad.
Pagkatapos, tumalikod siya at dahan-dahang lumakad patungo kina Huo Mian at Zhu Lingling.
"Alin sa inyo ang pasyente?"
 "Ako," sabi ni Huo Mian.
 "Ano ang sakit mo?" Tanong ng matanda sa lahat ng seryoso.
 "Um ... pakiramdaman mo muna ang kanyang pulso, at pupunta tayo mula doon," ayaw ni Zhu Lingling na sabihin sa kanya ni Huo Mian na siya ay basal; magiging sobrang nakakahiya.
Tumango ang matanda at sumenyas para umupo si Huo Mian sa upuan.
Pagkatapos, inilagay niya ang isang wrist pad sa ilalim ng kanang braso ni Huo Mian at sinimulang pakiramdam ang kanyang pulso.
Siya ay mukhang napaka propesyonal; ang totoo ay, nag-aral si Huo Mian ng Western medicine, kaya hindi siya naniniwala sa tradisyunal na Chinese medicine.
 Gayunpaman, hindi maraming mga tradisyunal na Chinese medicine ang umiiral pa, at maraming mga nagtapos sa medikal na paaralan na may pangunahing kaalaman sa Chinese medicine na nagkunwari na mga manggagawa ng himala, na nagrereseta sa mga pasyente ng iba't ibang Chinese medicine. Ang Chinese medicine ay hindi nakakamatay, ngunit ang isa ay kailangang umangkop sa lunas sa kaso upang makita ang mga epekto.
Kung hindi ito binanggit ni Zhu Lingling sa kanya ngayon, hindi niya binalak makita ang isang tradisyunal na doktor na Tsino. Dinala rin ito ng kanyang ina, ngunit wala siyang sinabi.
"Doktor, kamusta na ang kaibigan ko, may mali ba sa kanya?" Sabik na tanong ni Zhu Lingling.
Dahan-dahang inalis ng matanda ang kanyang kamay at sinulyapan si Huo Mian. "Kulang ka sa parehong qi at dugo, at ang iyong sinapupunan ay malamig ... Nagdurusa ka ba sa mga panahon ng pulikat?"
"Oo." Tinango ni Huo Mian ng magalang ang kanyang ulo.
"Dapat mong alagaan ng mabuti sa iyong katawan, o kung hindi man ay ang pagbubutis ay magiging mahirap," bulalas ng matanda.
Nagpalitan ng sulyap sina Huo Mian at Zhu Lingling ... "Kailangan bang uminom ng gamot?" Tanong ni Zhu Lingling.
"Kung pinagkakatiwalaan mo ako, maaari akong magreseta sa iyo ng ilang Chinese medicine. Kung hindi mo ako pinagkakatiwalaan, huwag mag-atubiling pumunta sa isang parmasya at humingi ng gamot sa pag-init ng sinapupunan. Iminumungkahi kong kunin mo sila ng 3 buwan," ang matandang lalaki ay paalalahanan sila.
"Maaari mong inireseta ang mga ito para sa akin," naisip ni Huo Mian na ang punto ng matanda; mula sa isang pananaw sa kanluranin na gamot, nasuri din niya ang kanyang sarili sa isang malamig na sinapupunan.
Pagkatapos, bumili sila ng 200 yuan na halaga ng Chinese medicine mula sa matanda.
 Nang makarating na siya sa bahay, nagsimulang pakuluan ni Huo Mian ang gamot, at sa lalong madaling panahon, isang amoy ng butas ng ilong ang pumuno sa buong kusina.
Kinailangan niyang uminom ng tatlong mangkok sa isang araw, isang pakete bawat oras. Ang amoy nito at lasa ay kasuklam-suklam.
 Ang gamot ay higit sa lahat ay binubuo ng mga kilalang halamang Chinese medicine, at ang mga nag-iinom ng gamot na Tsino ay malalaman kung paano ito nakakadiri.
Matapos uminom ni Huo Mian ang buong mangkok, naramdaman niya ang pagbulwak ng kanyang tiyan; sa huli, hindi na niya ito makukuha. Tumakbo siya sa banyo at nagsimulang sumuka.
Pagdating ni Qin Chu sa bahay, si Huo Mian ay patuloy na pumupunta pa rin sa banyo; pinilit niya ang sarili na uminom ng lahat ng gamot ngunit hindi mapigilan. Ang kanyang buong hininga ay muling nangamoy ng mga halamang Chinese medicine ...
 "Sinta ... anong problema?" Sumimangot si Qin Chu.


Seven years ago, after their breakup, he disappeared without a trace. 
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