On the night when blood splattered in Yaolu, Su Qingyue knelt down among the corpses holding a broken sword.
Her grandfather's blood was still warm, soaking into the ancestral medicine bag at her waist. The bronze medicine bells engraved with the word "Su" were jingling with her trembling shoulders - three days ago, the Su family was the number one medical school in Jiangnan, and now she was the only one left alive.
"Pfft!"
The sweetness gushed out from her throat, and she tightly grasped a handful of bloody chrysanthemums, but the redness seeping out between her fingers suddenly condensed into mist.
The scent of medicine wrapped in blood spread to her fingertips. She heard the old ginseng whispering in her ear, saw the ice lotus spreading its petals in the snow, and even the pool of blood on the ground that was about to coagulate, became in her eyes the "returning yang ointment" that can renew the soul.
"The fragrance of the medicine enters the soul?" She stared at the pale gold lines appearing on her palm, remembering the fragment of the scroll her grandfather gave her before he died, "Every time I use it... My life will be shortened by three days?"
Anyone who kills my whole family should pay with his life.
Su Qingyue wiped the blood from her face and inserted the broken sword into her waist - so what about the Medicine Apprentice realm?
These hands that can control the spirit of medicine can crush poison and crush the enemy's throat bone!
"Miss Su, are you going to break into the Medicine Sect single-handedly?"
A cool male voice came from behind, and she turned around and ran into a scent of agarwood.
The man in the moon-white brocade robe leaned against the broken wall, turning a black iron medicine tablet engraved with the word "Shen" on his fingertips. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I am the medicine merchant of the Shen family in the Southern Region.
