Healing Is a High-Risk Profession

[Upcoming novels on my author page, Alchemy Is an Endangered Profession and My Hapless Sect Can Do Anything, are eagerly awaiting your bookmarks! Blurbs below.]

About this novel:

In her previous life, Qiao Ranran failed to see people for who they truly were-and died at the hands of the original novel's male lead.

Given the good fortune of another life, she decides to treasure her survival and steer clear of the protagonists. The world is so vast, and there are so many patients. Is earning money not appealing enough, or does she not have enough studying to do?

Even the gravely injured young man by the roadside is much more handsome and docile than the original male lead.

But her last life was too short for her to learn that, after the original novel's plot concluded, this cultivation world was destroyed by a great demon.

That demon's name was Pei Ling, and he would return from the abyss.

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In his previous life, Pei Ling failed to stop the massacre of his family. He became a demon on the spot, only to be ambushed by so-called righteous cultivators and imprisoned in the abyss, condemned never to be free again.

Yet he still gnawed through bone and devoured blood, returning from the abyss to bury the entire cultivation world alongside his despair.

Suddenly reborn, he finds himself back by that roadside, back at the most helpless moment of his life. He cannot help wondering whether this is Heaven's punishment, forcing him to drown in despair all over again.

Then, at that very moment, a pair of hands carrying the scent of medicinal herbs forcibly pulls him back from the abyss.

Suddenly, the world is different.

It's not that I no longer want to destroy this world. I'm just afraid I won't be able to hold you tight.

Pei Ling, utterly self-righteous: "You clearly have ulterior motives."

Qiao Ranran, dead-eyed: "I'm just giving you acupuncture..."

[A laid-back little healer who wants both her life and her money-and turns spectacularly cowardly at crucial moments VS a deeply unhinged, obsessively devoted demon lord who can beat up the male lead and tear apart the Heavenly Dao itself.]

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[Upcoming Novel No. 2]: Alchemy Is an Endangered Profession is eagerly awaiting your bookmarks on my author page!

After her death, Gu Shengsheng wandered the mortal world as a lonely ghost, watching rivers, mountains, seas, and human lives change. But while watching the 'Heavenly Scourge' destroy the world, she gets caught in a bolt of heavenly lightning-and blasted three hundred years into the past.

When she opens her eyes again, she finds the teenage 'Heavenly Scourge' looking at her with a complicated expression. She suddenly remembers that, after she died, he was the one who had an unexpected fit of kindness and gave her a proper burial.

Excellent. Apparently, she isn't quite as dead as she thought. She is also clutching a scripture, The Primordial Alchemy Heart, provided as a bonus by the Heavenly Dao.

As she ponders this, Gu Shengsheng coughs up another mouthful of blood. Outside her window, the young 'Heavenly Scourge' also coughs up blood.

Gu Shengsheng: "Huh?"

*

Everyone says that Lin Ying, the Demon Child, is forsaken by the Heavenly Dao: a born demon destined to destroy the world.

So, in his previous life, Lin Ying destroyed the world. See how cooperative he was?

Unfortunately, after the destruction, the Heavenly Dao slapped him three hundred years into the past to start all over again.

Lin Ying, thoroughly sick of the world: "Damn Heavenly Dao! You unfilial brat!"

Then he looks up and sees a young girl at a nearby window-the very girl who should have long since become a corpse in his previous life, whose body he had even collected in a rare act of kindness. She has a stalk of spirit-binding grass between her teeth and is choking so badly her eyes roll back. She looks as though she might die at any moment, but she is definitely alive.

Lin Ying: "Huh?"

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The Cangmi Realm's alchemical heritage has been lost for thousands of years. Yellow-grade pills are almost impossible to buy, even for a fortune; black-grade pills can bring everyone out in pursuit. Ordinary cultivators can only chew raw spiritual herbs or swallow hand-rolled medicine balls. Making medicine is hard, and alchemists have all but died out.

Until one day, the alchemical legacy reappears in the Cangmi Realm. Longevity Valley emerges from nowhere, its gates crowded with visitors, its pills nearly impossible to obtain.

The poorly informed masses finally believe that heaven-grade pills really exist. And the person who can refine them is actually a frail young girl without a scrap of cultivation, so delicate a gust of wind could blow her away, who still coughs up blood from time to time.

Who would believe that?

Fine. They all believe it.

Anyone who didn't was beaten and sent flying. They really don't dare disbelieve.

Who could have imagined that this pale, fragile girl, who looks so easy to bully, keeps a vicious dog behind her that bites anyone it sees?

Lin 'Vicious Dog' Ying: "Would it kill you to be polite?"

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One day, Gu Shengsheng asks Lin Ying:

"What made you decide to come with me back then?"

"Hmm. Probably because I caught a familiar scent on you."

"Huh? What scent?"

"The scent of another poor sucker who's been slapped by the Heavenly Dao."

"..."

What he doesn't say is that the light in Gu Shengsheng's eyes somehow pried open the cracks in his heart that day-and one glance became an eternity.

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[Upcoming Novel No. 1]: My Hapless Sect Can Do Anything is eagerly awaiting your bookmarks on my author page!

Wen Que transmigrates into a cultivation world and gains a positively heavenly master and fellow disciples:

Her master is an immortal paragon, revered by all.

Her eldest senior brother possesses innate sword bones and forges himself into a sword.

Her senior sister is peerless in grace and attains the Dao through music.

Her junior brother is pure as ice and jade and heals countless people.

Her junior sister is the daughter of an illustrious family and a descendant of royalty.

And she is the useless third disciple, stuck awkwardly in the middle, who can get struck by lightning while cultivating at home.

Of course, only after that lightning strike jolts her awake does she discover that every member of her heavenly sect family is actually a hapless sucker-and not one of them is destined for a good end.

This collection of walking disasters is going to be doomed sooner or later.

Before Wen Que can sort out all the details the lightning strike knocked into her head, she sees her shamelessly flirtatious junior sister parading around with a pretty young man she has just 'snatched' and brought up the mountain. Clutching her head, Wen Que cannot help ranting inwardly:

We're doomed! That cheating little flirt! Why does she snatch up absolutely anyone? Does she have any idea he's the little prince of the neighboring demon realm? They're turning the place upside down looking for him! They'll be at our gates ready to fight in a day or two!

Her junior sister: "Wen Chirp-Chirp, say that again?"

Wen Que: "Huh?"

Every disciple of Venerable Luofeng of Boundless Peak in the Tianyang Sect is dazzlingly talented. Only his middling third disciple shows no particular gifts, and people often forget she even exists.

Even Venerable Luofeng himself frequently forgets he has such a disciple. The others rarely notice this junior or senior sister either-until one day, they discover they can hear Wen Que's thoughts. Thoughts that happen to concern them very, very personally.

Aaaah! Second Senior Sister, don't go! If you leave the mountain this time, you're never coming back! That damned fiancé of yours will stab you to death on your wedding night! He's going to kill his wife to attain the Dao! Aaaah!

Her second senior sister, just about to leave, stumbles. What?

The next day, Second Senior Sister beats her worthless fiancé half to death, collects his 'compensation,' and leisurely returns to the sect. She even generously gives Wen Que more than half.

Wen Que: "Huh?"

Her junior brother is happily about to share the pastries his childhood sweetheart sent him when he hears Wen Que muttering inwardly.

If I remember correctly, those pastries are leftovers from a banquet at his childhood sweetheart's house. Haven't they been sitting around for several days? They must be past their expiration date by now, right?

Her junior brother: ???

And if I remember correctly, that banquet was held to arrange her engagement. Isn't Junior Brother going to get dumped the next time he goes home?

Her junior brother: !!!

A few days later, her junior brother returns looking pale, but his eyes are clear and relieved. He presses a storage pouch full of medicinal pills and spirit stones into Wen Que's hands. "Third Senior Sister treats me better than anyone else in the world!"

Wen Que: "Huh?"

On a rare visit back to the sect, her eldest senior brother actually wears a faint smile on his usually expressionless face. He has found his long-lost family, and even his gaze has softened.

Seeing him looking so hopelessly besotted makes Wen Que's heart tremble:

My poor sucker of an eldest senior brother has no idea that his family knew where he was all along-and they were the ones who abandoned him in the first place! They're only asking him to come back now because they want his sword bones. They're going to gouge them out and transplant them into that so-called younger brother of his!

Her eldest senior brother: "..."

Not long afterward, Eldest Senior Brother returns to the sect with blood staining the ends of his hair. He tosses Wen Que a storage pouch. "There's enough in here for you to forge a decent bonded sword."

Wen Que looks bewildered. "Eldest Senior Brother, did you just get back from robbing someone?"

He nods. "Yes."

Wen Que: "But Eldest Senior Brother, I'm not a sword cultivator!"

Her eldest senior brother: "..."

Even Venerable Luofeng, who spends his days lamenting life in the forbidden grounds behind the mountain, hears the thoughts of his overlooked third disciple:

Oh, Master's crying again. Should I tell him that his wife reincarnated ages ago, and no forbidden technique he uses will ever bring her back?

Venerable Luofeng: ???

If Master keeps crying in secret like this, won't his wife have married someone else by then?

Venerable Luofeng: !!!

Venerable Luofeng bursts out of seclusion and sweeps past like a gust of wind, scooping up the muttering Wen Que along the way.

Wen Que: "Huh?"

As the least noticeable disciple on the Tianyang Sect's Boundless Peak, Wen Que often thinks: Without me, this hapless sect family is going to be doomed sooner or later.

The hapless sect family: "You're absolutely right!"

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Theme: As a healer, one must hold firm convictions and uphold one's principles. However perilous the road ahead may be, never lose your compassionate heart.