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

"Ha, where shall we go for a stroll now?" Having registered, Shasha excitedly tugged at Yanyan, seeking her opinion.


"No need, I wish to find an inn to rest," Zhiyan shook her head, lacking interest.


"The inns are all overcrowded right now, if you don't mind, you could stay at our place," Sharon offered with a gentle gaze, speaking softly to Zhiyan.


"What's there to mind or not mind? Is Yanyan that sort of person? Come on, I'll take you to see our house, and you can pick any room you like," Shasha said, pulling on her hand and running forward before Zhiyan could reply.


In less than twenty minutes, Zhiyan arrived at a private residence under Shasha's guidance, with its tall gate and wide courtyard filled with countless flowers. It lacked the luxury one might imagine but was tranquil and comfortable, highly suitable for living.


Zhiyan chose a room far from the siblings and once she closed the door, she flashed into her Qiankun Bracelet.


Chapter 39 Cold Cauldron Controls the Fire