Fairy, I Only Want to Gather Herbs

Wang Wuhuan transmigrated.

The good news was that, the moment he opened his eyes, a lovely young woman who had been his childhood sweetheart and playmate was waiting for him to return to their hometown and marry her. The bad news was that he had been born frail and weak. Every renowned doctor he had visited had said he wouldn't live to see twenty, and his fiancée was about to become a young widow...

[Four Natures and Five Flavors] [Rising, Descending, Floating, and Sinking]

Fortunately, he himself was an exceptionally skilled traditional Chinese medicine physician, the kind who could tell whether someone would live or die. And sometimes, he was even more accurate than the King of Hell.

Stranger still, this was a vast world teeming with demons and elusive immortals, yet its understanding of medicinal herbs and immortal plants was rather limited. It had yet to develop the concepts of meridian tropism, medicinal properties and flavors, or the distinction between nutritive and defensive qi.

With his three-foot sword and wordless book, Wang Wuhuan could seek out rare flowers and herbs across the land, nourishing his five viscera and six bowels to unleash the power of the Five Elements, and distinguishing the pure from the turbid and yin from yang to reveal the wonders of the infinite universe.

That day, he took up his brush and talisman. Mountains and rivers bowed, the stars and moon lowered their gaze, and the title of Immortal Venerable Wuhuan resounded throughout the cosmos.