Volume 1, Chapter 45: Li Shizhen Suffers Drug Poisoning, Daughter Li Zixuan

"So it is the Sage of Medicine, Mr. Li Shizhen! This junior, Xia Jingtian, pays his respects to senior!" Xia Jingtian said respectfully.

As a descendant of a traditional Chinese medicine family, he had been nurtured by his grandfather since childhood and was well-versed in the ancient masters of traditional Chinese medicine.

The reason Li Shizhen was honored as the "Sage of Medicine" was due to his extraordinary contributions to herbal medicine. Born into a family of physicians, Li Shizhen loved medicine from a young age and resolved to become a renowned doctor who could cure illnesses and save the world.

After years of study and practice, by the age of thirty, he had already become a famous physician in his local region. Later, the Prince of Chu invited Li Shizhen to the royal estate to manage the affairs of the Bureau of Fine Physicians due to his exceptional medical skills. Three years later, recommended by the Prince of Chu, he entered the Imperial Academy of Medicine in the capital to become...

When refining her weapon, Luoyao also considered its utility as a staff. Casting spells with the Sage’s Fang would yield equally powerful enhancements.

One was stunned for a moment, while the other was passively restrained. Such a stalemate actually lasted for quite a while.

What they had not anticipated, however, was that Asumu Lian was not dead. The Danzhu Kingdom had once tribute-offered a Danzhu pearl to Gula, capable of neutralizing all poisons, and the king had bestowed this pearl upon his eldest legitimate son.

The air currents stirred his long hair, revealing sharp, sword-like brows and closed eyelids. His flawlessly sculpted face remained as calm as an ancient, unrippled well.

Qingque shook his head hastily. "With my level of skill, riding a warhorse is barely manageable. I don't even need to race to know—I'll definitely be last, and the first place will undoubtedly be Sun Bu'er."

"Since this is a roaming hunt competition, wouldn't it be somewhat inappropriate for you all to wear armor?" Ji Hao did not wait for Zhao Wuming to speak, immediately turning to question Shen Chuan.

As time passed, the two of them also realized that it was guarding against them, so they stopped trying to get involved in the commotion.

However, as the album sales began to slow down and decline, some discordant voices emerged in the outside world.

Totem-practitioners who rely primarily on medicinal pills for cultivation never reach very high realms in the end. Among practitioners who consume pills like cattle eating grass to cultivate, there has never been a single powerhouse at the Four-Palaces or Hundred-Totems realm to this day.

With a deafening roar, the vital energy crashed against the formation, but the formation remained completely motionless. Refusing to give up, Mu Tianzi called upon everyone to cast spells together once more. This time, she forced out the power of the Myriad Spirits Array of Infant Origin. The four streams of vital energy, with Mu Tianzi's as the core, merged in mid-air and struck straight toward the center of the Nine-Palaces and Eight-Trigrams Array.

Yet upon learning that this was all caused by Chen Ming, everyone in the Chen family gnashed their teeth in hatred toward him.

Old man Lu looked at his foolish younger sister with utter disdain. In the past, this sister's mind had been quite sharp, but for some unknown reason, she had grown increasingly muddle-headed lately.

Zheng Xiu’s profile of this person surfaced in his mind once again. This was a figure a generation senior to him; calling him Uncle Huo was entirely appropriate.

Inspector Megure behind him, however, could no longer care that he hadn't yet finished vomiting his breakfast, and hurriedly reached out to cover Conan's mouth... You've got to be kidding me—a super god of war who single-handedly defeated a fully armed army of nearly ten thousand men from the front, slaughtering every single one of them without leaving a single survivor.

Hearing the sound, Chen Ming looked over and saw a young man dressed in luxury brand-name attire, holding a glass of red wine, walking slowly toward him.

Being able to be reborn after death within the alien space known as the "Ghost Domain" was the greatest source of confidence for Old Master Zheng when entering it.

The white undershirt beneath his jacket clung tightly to his body, leaving its full contours completely exposed. He knew the sensation of holding that in his hand.

Listening to Shui Yan's words and observing his demeanor, whether it was the generals or the other Qi soldiers, they all seemed somewhat surprised, their hearts filled with lingering anxiety.

Yan Lingyun looked at the huang-and-black warning tape hastily strung up around the city's finest resort hotel, guessing that its market value would likely struggle to recover for the next few years.

Luo Taoahua looked at the portion of food in her bowl, which was half smaller than usual, and once again began to mutter complaints under her breath.

Without a word, he pulled off his outer jacket and draped it over Gu Liangxi. Suddenly enveloped by the man's scent, Gu Liangxi was somewhat dazed, and could only grip the jacket tightly to keep it from falling, completely clueless about his intentions.

Gu Bei pulled out a key and handed it to Hesheng. Hesheng uttered a brief acknowledgment and left, turning back just before departing to give Gu Bei a meaningful look.

A star region he had never even heard of was nothing short of fairy tales to him now. By the time he actually had the ability to reach it, heaven knows when that would be.

A companion is like a companion tiger, especially a gentleman of this sort—far from being a true gentleman, his temper tends to be all the more volatile.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, even without a trace of powder or rouge, she radiated full youthfulness. Described thusly by Ye Xuanhua, though it detracted slightly from her beauty, it instead revealed a touch of delicate frailty, making her all the more pitiable.

The head of the technical department was holding a hard drive, his face somewhat pale, save for the bright red imprint of five fingers on the left side of his face, which looked like a brand and would likely take days to fade.

Before long, Haoyan led people to begin setting up formations for the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range. The power of Chiyou's Command token was indeed astonishing; it was estimated that even a Void-Refinement stage expert would find it difficult to break the array set up with it.

Haonianchen, who was actually the bat demon, was happily leading the way ahead, while Xixi intentionally lagged a step behind, as if she had something to say to Haoyan.

"Actually, it's not replication, but rather letting you see yourself clearly. What is your purpose in coming here? To form a golden elixir?" the thousand-year-old withered tree said with a playful tone.

For some reason, looking at her angry expression made him inexplicably happy. Gazing down at her from above, he lowered his head slightly and caught sight of the expanse of snowy whiteness at her collarline, sending a sudden ripple of strange sensation through his body.

It made her begin to imagine what it would feel like to take off the clothes and touch it directly—the sensation would surely be even better.

He was entirely clear on the ins and outs of the matter. In order to help the young master of the Wu family vent his anger, driven by his own greed, he had stirred up this whole mess. Therefore, now that Wu Yi had suddenly summoned him out, his conscience was trembling with guilt.

"Hey, hey, what kind of look is that?" The red-haired man's mouth twitched frantically. He merely knew Luffy's background and was administering a preventive vaccine in advance.

The setting sun cast a red glow across the horizon. The location of that withered tree was now a scene of utter devastation, leaving only a circular crater fifty meters deep spanning several miles—the result of the collision between the ninth heavenly tribulation thunder and the energy barrier formed by the withered tree.

Back in the day when the crown prince had not yet been designated, mutual rivalry and struggle were understandable. Yet Bieshan had provided guiding advice: the heavenly sun had risen, and logically they should have given up long ago. So why were they always like a centipede that refuses to die even when smashed?