Chapter Two has been updated; I recommend a book.
A young pharmacist was framed and murdered, then transmigrated into the body of a lowborn noble youth from ten thousand years ago. Relying on his profound knowledge and formidable skills, he stood out in this era where everything awaited renewal, ranks were rigid, heroes rose in droves, and bloodshed showed no mercy, reopening his road to the pinnacle.
He did not cling to the powerful or yield to great clans; with a pair of iron fists, he punched out a bright and clear heaven and earth.
He did not join immortals or Buddhas, nor did he worship ghosts or gods; the myriad sects of the Eight Wastelands, Nine Provinces, and Ten Lands came to pay homage.
Above, he soared to the Nine Heavens; below, he trod upon Yellow Springs. Gods, ghosts, humans, demons, Buddhas, and devils all submitted.
Quiet Night Remembers's new book, "God of Medicine," was likewise Eastern fantasy. Judging from this hot-blooded synopsis, it should be quite good. (To be continued.)