A sickly, disabled, scheming matchmaker bottom x a temperamental genius medicine cultivator top
"Fair prices, no tricks! Song Jinhuan, the cultivation world's number-one matchmaker, is at your service!"
At eighteen, Song Jinhuan reached the top of the Heavenward Ranking. Then, overnight, he fell from grace and became a sickly wretch who coughed three times with every step. Even his indestructible companion vine regressed into a fragile little thing.
Song Jinhuan wasn't worried. Who says you need cultivation to make it in the cultivation world?
A silver tongue, uh, I mean, a sincere heart will do just as well.
What? The leader of the demonic cultivators wants to sell some land? Hey, Elder of Hundred Herbs Valley, I've found medicinal fields with fertile soil in a remote location.
What? The junior sword cultivator wants someone to spar with? Hey, senior shield cultivator, here's a job that pays spirit stones and builds your strength.
What? The heir of the Beast Taming Sect is looking for a rare demon beast? Hey, young prince of the demon clan, here's your chance to take down your brother.
What? Someone's looking for Song Jinhuan, the cultivation world's number-one crooked matchmaker? Sorry, no one by that name here.
The countless spirit stones he swindled and conned people out of became all kinds of rare treasures, barely keeping him alive.
When he felt his time was up, he lay in the snow and waited to die. Then someone smelling strongly of medicinal herbs picked him up.
Later on...
"A fourth-grade breakthrough pill personally refined by the peerless genius medicine cultivator Bai Yi, exclusively represented by Song Jinhuan, the cultivation world's number-one matchmaker. There's only one. Interested?"
Theme: When life is going well, make the most of it.
