[Cultivation] [Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio] [White Snake]
After dreaming for a thousand years, he wakes up as a humble apprentice apothecary in Qiantang County.
He thinks he’s landed the easy life: borrowing an umbrella on Broken Bridge and earning the White Snake’s gratitude.
But when he opens his eyes, he discovers that the human world has already rotted to its core.
In the mansions of the highborn, painted-skin demons rouge their lips on embroidered beds;
Beyond Guobei, at the Orchid Temple, dry bones pile up into graves;
In the City of the Wrongfully Dead, the Old Demon of Black Mountain sits on the throne of the King of Hell;
In the imperial court, the old monk Pudu chants Buddhist scriptures;
Inside Jinshan Temple, clay statues weep blood as the gates are shut...
Human life is as fragile as paper, and mortal bodies are all food for the demons.
Looking at the medical text nearly worn to shreds in his hands, Xu Xian understands:
Studying medicine cannot save this cannibalistic world!
He can treat difficult illnesses, but not the demons lurking in people’s hearts.
He can save the common people, but not a world overrun by monsters!
In this life, he seeks no mercy from gods or Buddhas, and needs no protection from a wife!
With medicine in his left hand, he will heal the world’s wounds;
With a sword in his right, he will slay every demon under heaven!
“Monster, I could tell at a glance that you weren’t human!”
“Great might, Heavenly Dragon... Ahem, wrong line.”
No matter:
Once his sword is drawn, if there are no immortals in the Three Realms, he’ll become one, and if there is no road in the human world, he’ll carve one himself!
