Melancholy guest

China's youngest heir to the medicine throne, Leng Zhiyan, was betrayed by her sister and her soul transmigrated, attaching itself to the meek and timid Ouyang Zhiyan, who was naturally self-deprecating!

Her powerful soul took residence, and inadvertently unlocked the Spatial Spiritual Device Qiankun Bracelet, gaining medical tomes and cultivation scriptures. Her seemingly useless body was rapidly healed; she cultivated medicinal herbs, bonded with Demonic Beasts, and the Demon Doctor shook the world at the age of nine!

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In a world of Sages, the Demon Doctor emerged. She was frail and petite, yet her true strength was hidden deep. With silver needles dancing like falling flowers and rain, and a melody that made all beasts submit, she was the outcast abandoned by all, the waste spoken of by the populace.

With a faint smile, she stirred up a storm of blood and gore!

Who says children cannot fend off enemies, who says women are inferior to men? She is the Demon Doctor, and also a Witch, deciding life and death or using poison with a mere thought.

Excerpt One:

"Hmph, you lowlife, don't think that knowing a bit of medicine will help you secure a foothold in the Ouyang Family!" Ouyang Qin said with hands on her hips, taunting in a domineering manner!

"Exactly, looking like someone people shun and dogs despise, born without a mother's care, always good at seducing men everywhere!" Another young girl said with disdain, laughing in agreement!

"Swoosh! Swoosh!" A glint of cold light flashed, and two silver needles accurately pricked the lips of the two girls. Ouyang Zhiyan looked up, her delicate and smooth face blossoming with an innocent smile, "I'm sorry, dear sisters, you are so eloquent that even my precious silver needles couldn't help but want to get closer to you"…

Enduring in silence and keeping a low profile does not mean weak and incompetent. One may insult her, but they must first be prepared to die!

Excerpt Two:

"Yanyan, come home with me!" Ouyang Jin's dark eyes were profound, speaking gently and earnestly, his chiseled face tinted with the joy of rediscovery.

"Home? Any place could be my home, but the Ouyang Residence!" Zhiyan looked up, her deep black pupils cold and indifferent, giving off a sense of detachment as distant as the ends of the earth.

If one has caused hurt, why bother to retain? Leng Zhiyan's most scorned things are these entangled mundane matters.

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In the Mainland where experts are revered, indifferent as she was, she traveled the world with her bare hands, contracted Demonic Beasts, refined Elixirs, commanded the realm of myriad flowers, cultivating to become the Lotus Sage, overlooking all under heaven.

Nine-year-old Magic Doctor

"His approach was right," Elder Fei drifted forward, suddenly uttering a sentence. The Demon Realm and humans were inherently entangled in complexity, and given his identity as the Demon Emperor, it was better to leave early.


"Yeah, since we're all not close, it should be this way," stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground, Zhiyan said with irritation. In her past life, she had made countless acquaintances, but this was the first time she felt completely at a loss.


This person was too cold, indifferent to a point where she found no way to begin, and it was driving her crazy.


Having spent half a month in Misty Ridge, it was strange to say, her luck this time was explodingly good. Not only had she not encountered a single Demonic Beast, but she had also collected numerous precious herbs. Just the ones fit for refining Elixirs above Third-grade numbered in the dozens, not to mention the common foundational herbs.


Chapter 37: Being Provoked