At the moment when the Nine Netherworld Fire burned all the immortal bones, Yao Chenzi still held half of the Nine Turns of Resurrection Grass between his fingertips. As the medicine king in charge of all medicines from other worlds, he once used golden needles to overcome disasters and used alchemy to defy heaven. However, he finally blocked the demon's ambition to devour the fairyland and ended up with his soul destroyed.
"If there is an afterlife, I will use medicine as my blade and martial arts as my shield."
At the seventh moment when his soul dissipated, the biting cold suddenly pulled him back to consciousness. The smell of disinfectant penetrated into my nose, the ceiling of the dilapidated rental house was crumbling, and my wrists were still stained with oil stains from cheap instant noodles. A strange memory flooded into his mind: Earth, China, Lin Feng, a junior student at Jiangcheng Municipal Medical University. Both of his parents were dead and he was in debt of 30,000 yuan. He had just received a notice of withdrawal from school for failing seven subjects. Even his girlfriend of three years ran away with the rich second generation.
