
Xiao Zhuliu
萧逐流
by Traveler Returning Home on a Windy, Rainy Night1 (风雨夜归人1)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 641k Words
- Genre
- Ancient Romance
- Subgenre
- Fantasy Romance
- Updated
- 7mo ago
- English
- Request a translation
Synopsis
The moment a drop of blood from Xiao Zhuliu, an apothecary’s apprentice in Qingshi Town, touched a gray-green spirit stone, it ignited a legend of a young mortal who would become a hero across the Three Realms.
He was an ordinary boy who made ends meet by running a small apothecary. But this Qi-Drawing Stone, which concealed the “Myriad Manifestations Spirit Nexus,” set him on a path to mastering both medicine and martial arts. A touch of an herb told him its properties and how it could be combined with others; a clenched fist could train him to redirect force and control his strength with finesse; absorbing immortal treasures let him merge their spiritual essence and advance in cultivation. Even in a fight, he retained a healer’s principle of protecting people and refusing to kill.
From seizing grain from Blackwind Stronghold to save the people, to grasping the Way of Medicine in the Scripture Pavilion of Qingxu Sect; from accompanying the fox princess in Qingqiu to search for a Soul-Renewing Flower, to breaking the merfolk’s prison in the East Sea, his footsteps carried him across the Nine Regions of the Three Realms. Each time he reached a new cultivation stage, a bond of life and death awaited him: the wandering healer Su Qingyue guided him onto the path of medicine, the hunter’s daughter Ling Shuang fought alongside him on the battlefield, and Bai Linglong of Qingqiu taught him to control the wood element. His eight beloved companions each had their own remarkable skills. They weren’t there to rely on him, but to stand by his side: she ran a clinic to save lives while he wielded his sword to protect the rear; she laid traps to ensnare demons while he refined pills to restore vitality.
When the darkness of the end swept in with mutated immortals and demons, tearing the realms apart, and the spiritual essence in the River of Time gradually dried up from pollution, would he cling to a peaceful life, or shoulder the duty of protecting the world? Xiao Zhuliu looked at his brothers, the bear clan chief giving him a hearty slap on the shoulder and his senior brother from Qingxu Sect offering him a sword. He looked at his wife and children behind him, at the fire where Su Qingyue brewed medicine and the laughter of the children chasing spirit pets, and tightened his grip on the Shennong Cauldron and Xuanyuan Sword.
He gathered the spiritual essence of all living beings with the Myriad Manifestations Spirit Nexus, united the Three Realms through the shared resonance of his eight beauties, and finally cleaved the darkness apart with a single strike atop Mount Kunlun. After the war, he built Zhuliu City, opened a free clinic, and established a martial arts school to pass on his skills. He was still the same man who would crouch down to help
