[Fantasy cultivation, contrast, reborn]
Su Wanci was reborn as a sickly invalid in the cultivation world. She coughed up blood every three steps, and everyone thought she wouldn’t live long.
Until she lived year after year, shedding one secret identity after another!
“Well... I only know a little...”
The Pill Peak elder fell to his knees, begging for another consultation: “I have all the spirit stones you could want! Please cure my baldness!”
The Sword Venerable stared at the mountain gate she had cleaved apart. “You call this knowing a little swordsmanship?”
Her teammates clung to her leg and wailed: “Please stop working so hard! Keep studying, and our sect will have to turn into a medical school!”
Astronomical consultation fees: rich people line up to pay, while she even covers the coffin costs for the poor.
Miracle medicine, wholesale: hair-growth pills, laugh-yourself-to-death talismans, and social-death packages. Guaranteed to put skeptics in their place!
The sect’s legendary overachiever: the disciples copy medical texts through their tears. “Help! Junior Sister says she’s ‘just started learning’!”
