First Frame

[Transmigration and Rebirth] "Medicine Cultivator Is a High-Risk Profession" Author: Da Hei Ai Chi Yu [Completed + Side Stories]

Synopsis:

Qiao Ranran failed to see people's true hearts in her past life, dying at the hands of the original book's male protagonist.

Having the fortune to be reborn, she decided to cherish life and stay away from the protagonist. With the world so vast and patients so numerous, was money hard to earn or were her studies not plentiful enough?

The heavily wounded youth by the roadside was far more handsome and docile than the original book's male protagonist.

Yet her past life was short-lived, and she did not know that this

Cultivation

world, after playing out the original book's plot, would be destroyed by a great demon lord.

That demon lord was named Pei Ling, and he would return from the abyss.

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Pei Ling failed to prevent the lineage extermination tragedy of his family in his past life, becoming a demon on the spot, yet was locked into the abyss by so-called righteous people lurking in the shadows, denied freedom for all eternity.

Yet he still gnawed bones and drank blood, returning from the abyss to make this cultivation world bury his despair.

Abruptly reborn, returning to that roadside, returning to his most helpless moment, he could not help doubting whether this was heaven's punishment for him, letting him sink into despair once more.

Then at that very moment, a pair of hands carrying the fragrance of medicine dragged him back from the abyss alive.

Suddenly, this world became different.

It is not that I do not want to destroy this world, but that I am afraid I cannot hold you tight enough

Content Tags: Transcrossing Time and Space, Xianxia Cultivation, Rebirth

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Search Keywords: Protagonists: Qiao Ranran, Pei Ling ┃ Supporting Characters: Pre-release "Sword Cultivator Senior Brother Is Pretending to Be Poor Again" ┃ Others:

One-Sentence Summary: As long as I turn coward fast enough, death cannot catch up to me

Core Message: As a healer, one must have firm convictions and guard one's own bottom line, never abandoning one's benevolent heart no matter how perilous the future is

Chapter 1: First Frame

"Ranran..."

This low call sounded beside her ear, the man's voice carrying a teasing magnetism, like a lover's soft murmur. Qiao Ranran smiled and turned her head, but before she could speak, a sharp pain erupted in her heart, and flame-like spiritual power rapidly swept through all the meridians of her body, stripping away her every shred of vitality.

It was still that voice, familiar enough to sting her divine soul:

"Don't blame me..."

Qiao Ranran:??? You already stabbed me with a sword and you still want me not to blame you? You must be out of your mind!! What on earth did I do to make you deal such a toxic blow??

Of course, Qiao Ranran's mental complaints had no chance to be spoken aloud, nor did her confusion get answered, as she plunged into boundless darkness. To put it in Qiao Ranran's words, she probably died too cleanly to even qualify as a villain, and her speed of collecting her boxed meal was so fast that she was definitely a cannon fodder without lines.

Darkness descended quickly and vanished even faster, like the blink of an eye. Light returned to her vision once more, yet her heart still retained the sensation of being pierced, her meridians still lingered with the pain of being scorched, and she could not quite figure out precisely where she was.

She was dead, wasn't she?

Her memories were somewhat chaotic, and her head ached fiercely. The pain in her physical body also gradually grew clear, and years of medical experience allowed her to quickly assess her physical condition: the traces of external injuries were mostly scrapes and falls that would heal with a little recuperation; a tiny fraction of the marks unexpectedly came from Demon Beasts, tearing flesh and shattering bones that would leave lingering ailments if not properly treated.

What startled her the most was that she could not detect the slightest trace of spiritual power within her body. Unlike having her spiritual power depleted, this body was completely devoid of any cultivation whatsoever.

Qiao Ranran: "..." So she had transmigrated yet again?

Her head ached so heavily it impaired her thinking. She was running a fever, and the temperature was not low. Coupled with the untreated wounds on her body, she could imagine that her current plight must be quite difficult. Sounds from the outside world seemed to break through a layer of barrier, fiercely piercing into her mind.

"Master, it is this disciple's incompetence that I could not stop Junior Sister Qiao nor help her, thus causing her to suffer heavy injuries. At this moment, Junior Sister Qiao is heavily wounded and surely unable to endure the bone-chilling cold of Reflection Cliff. I beg Master not to punish her; if anyone is to be punished, punish this disciple instead. It is this disciple's dereliction of duty for failing to protect Junior Sister Qiao..."

Listening to this familiar voice and these familiar pretexts, Qiao Ranran suddenly remembered. Some things were not forgotten simply because she felt she didn't remember them, but rather buried deep within her memory.

Indeed, she remembered now.

She remembered what kind of days she lived through in this ill-fated sect during her early childhood. Because she was timid and cowardly, possessed little talent for cultivation, and knew this place was situated in a borderland lacking resources with frequent Demon Beast appearances, she had not dared to leave rashly. Had she not met that man who told her she had talent and painted a massive picture for her, she might truly have wasted her whole life drifting in this minor sect.

Only, the price of going out to see the world was far too great.

The person shouting at the top of her lungs at this moment seemed to be called Sheng Ruoyu, a disciple of the Clear Feather Sect at the Foundation Establishment Realm under the age of twenty. Such talent was considered part of the exceptional wave even in a major sect, let alone a minor sect in this desolate land, where she was naturally held in the palm of the sect's hand.

She had no idea what she had done to make this proud daughter of heaven, Sheng Ruoyu, find her displeasing to the eye and make trouble for her time and time again.

She closed her eyes and reminisced for a while, finally aligning the timeline. At this time, she was barely over fourteen years old, having come to this sect several years ago and still remaining at the Pre-Heaven Stage to this day, yet to guide qi into her body—she fell far short compared to Sheng Ruoyu.

And today's incident was also extremely vivid in her memory.

Her entire body of injuries was precisely caused when she was pushed toward a Demon Beast by fellow sect disciples during an external trial. She fought desperately to escape back, only to have her fellow disciples turn things around and slander her, claiming she disregarded fellow disciples' lives for the sake of a spiritual herb, luring the Demon Beast and placing her fellow disciples in a perilous situation.

The implication was that all the faults were caused by Qiao Ranran, and she had landed in this state from hurting both others and herself.

Qiao Ranran could not help sneering. What had she suffered in her past life? Ah, right, in her severely wounded state, she had been sentenced by the Sect Leader to three whole months in Reflection Cliff. This was even the result of her master pleading for her, otherwise she would have stayed in Reflection Cliff for a whole year.

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