I'm Serious About Studying Herbal Medicine

As the number one sect, Canglin Sect is best known for its herbalism program.

Not because it has produced many renowned alchemists. The main reason is that anyone who studies herbalism for at least three months before switching to another academy often becomes a brilliant rising star.

They either land important posts in existing sects, establish new sects, or become highly respected rogue cultivators. Even those with no talent for cultivation can become lords, ministers, prominent merchants, and celebrated figures in the mortal world.

Canglin Sect's herbalism program is dedicated to supplying talent to every field.

People fight tooth and nail to get in, but the herbalism program only admits six students each year.

The number has no particular significance. It carries the best of wishes: may everything go smoothly. The dean only hopes that this year's students will manage to graduate.

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After Jiang Ningfei made it through round after round of selection and entered the academy, she imagined a place filled with the fragrance of herbs, where cultivation pills were supplied without limit.

In reality, Maoxiang Mountain, which had been designated as academy grounds, had pitch-black soil and barely even a single insect.

Several little wooden houses stood along a cross-section of the mountain.

The dean had been so imposing at the sect-wide selection. Who could explain how that person was connected to the figure sweeping dust at the academy gate?

You're telling me the person stir-frying food in an iron wok is the academy's lead instructor?

And one senior fellow student, who supposedly had been held back for years and still hadn't graduated, was clutching a book and muttering to a heap of black soil.

Jiang Ningfei figured that people really did have to grow through hardship. Anyone who could stick it out in this kind of environment for more than three months had to be a hidden dragon or young phoenix.

One day, she too would rise above the crowd.

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Disaster is about to befall the world. The only way to save it is to activate the ancient grand formation left behind by the gods.

Since the formation was left by the gods, only a god can open the gate to enter it.

Unfortunately, the last god fell three thousand years ago.

Legend has it that when this god ascended, they gathered the malice in their heart into a shard of their primordial spirit and sealed it away somewhere.

Even the most evil shard still belongs to a god.

So the cultivation world did everything in its power to find it.

Everyone knew what they were doing: using the god, then killing the god.

Coming soon: The Talisman Cultivation Exchange Student. Please add it to your reading list.

Pei Chaoxuan, the chief disciple of Wanfushan, arrived at the declining Tianji Sect as an exchange student.

Given the unpleasant history between them, everyone assumed he had come to humiliate this sect, whose talisman arts were in decline.

On his first day at Tianji Sect, Pei Chaoxuan immediately spotted the familiar figure in the crowd.

He walked up to Chang Su, who was leading her junior fellow disciples in grinding cinnabar, and performed the disciple's salute. His voice rang clear: "Pei Chaoxuan of Wanfushan, here to study as an exchange student. I hope you will teach me."

The entire place fell silent. Every disciple held their breath, waiting to see how he would provoke her.

But the rumored genius of talisman arts only glanced at the little smear of red still wet on Chang Su's fingertips, then said calmly, "The third stroke of your Breeze Talisman was sluggish when you circulated your spiritual energy last time. Would you like to try mine?"

Chang Su raised an eyebrow and sneered to herself: So he really did come to pick a fight.

No one knew that inside Pei Chaoxuan's Cosmos Sleeve were over a thousand spirit talismans he had drawn for her. Every stroke held ten years of unspoken feelings.

Only when the apocalypse arrived and he burned up a lifetime's worth of effort to draw his life-bound talisman did that deeply buried affection finally begin to come to light...

**A restrained, devoted, heaven-blessed prodigy x a resilient, optimistic, "wooden" beauty**

Theme: The path of cultivation is hard. Stand tall and carry the weight of the world.