Born with Five Spiritual Roots, I Refine Divine Pills in a Medicine Cauldron and Raise a Sword God

Yun Qiao transmigrated.

The first thing she did after waking up was stand on the spirit-testing platform and listen to the crowd laugh.

"Five-element spiritual roots? The most good-for-nothing of the good-for-nothings!"

With one order, she was thrown into the lowest-level servant quarters of the Qinglan Sect.

By chance, Yun Qiao touched some weeds, and the battered medicine cauldron she'd worn since childhood suddenly grew hot.

Words appeared in her mind: [Bitterleaf grass. Cold in nature, mildly toxic, can be used to make hemostatic powder.]

Could this cauldron analyze the properties of every medicinal substance?

But before she could figure it out, a hot potato landed in her lap.

She was assigned to care for the genius Ling Qingxuan, who had supposedly gone berserk during cultivation and had all his meridians destroyed.

He told her to get lost, but she discovered a shocking secret in his discarded medicinal herbs.

[Cold-Bite Poison. Slowly eats away at the meridians and spiritual roots, and can be disguised as cultivation deviation.]

What did that mean? Wasn't he supposed to have gone berserk during cultivation, with all his meridians destroyed?

Had she stumbled upon a conspiracy to murder a genius as soon as she transmigrated?