He was Shen Qingwu, the most inconspicuous good-for-nothing in Cangwu Sect’s servants’ quarters. On the day his spiritual roots were tested, the testing stone didn’t light up at all.
No one could have guessed that the moment he cut his hand on a broken Spirit-Identifying Stone he found in the back hills, the Myriad Realms Herbal Canon System would quietly awaken, while his bloodline as a Myriad Medicines Sacred Physique was unsealed.
From then on, he could identify anything. A withered tree stump was a Chaos Green Lotus, a discarded pill formula was a lost ancient recipe, and every weed on the mountain was a heavenly treasure.
He identified treasures, face-slapped his foes, killed enemies above his level, and crossed tribulations with pills. For everyone else, a tribulation was a gateway to the underworld. For him, it meant taking supplements. Even the Heavenly Dao had to strike him with extra bolts of lightning because his foundation was so strong he could take it.
He refined myriad medicines and acquired a sacred cauldron. He mastered all nine arts of pills, talismans, arrays, puppets, poison, and plants, rising from a servant to the lord of the Myriad Medicines Immortal Sect, then sweeping through the three realms and ascending to godhood.
But only when he refined the Myriad Medicines Sacred Pill did he understand: the physique coveted for ten thousand years by the Extraterritorial Demon Emperor was never a talent. It was the final move left behind by the Ancient Medicine Emperor for this world.
My tribulation is your tribulation.
