Harmony Cultivation in the Deep Mountains

The villagers all called Zhang Yang an idiot. Orphaned early, raised by the whole village, he only smiled when scolded and never fought back when beaten. At eighteen or nineteen, he was still dirt poor—wasn't that an idiot? Until one day, he fell off a cliff trying to save an injured golden pheasant. His ancestral jade pendant was accidentally activated, and the ancient Harmony Medical Canon chose him as its master. The seal on the fool was broken. From then on, Zhangjiagou had one more 'abnormal' person—growing vegetables that flourished wildly, curing diseases at their roots, raising a mutt that turned into a giant panda, and keeping a wild pheasant that could spit fire to repel pests. When bullies came knocking, his dog Big Black bent a steel pipe with one paw. When a widow was forced to remarry, he lifted a 200-pound village bully off the ground with one hand. When an icy female CEO was on the verge of death, a few silver needles made her kneel and call him a miracle doctor. But he didn't seek fame, spending his days farming, walking his dog, chatting with the widow, and occasionally battling female cultivators from hidden sects for three days and nights. Until one day, his enemies came—the traitor who killed his parents twenty years ago, now a Nascent Soul elder, descended the mountain with his entire sect to take revenge. The whole village was on edge for him. Zhang Yang stood under the old locust tree at the village entrance, hands behind his back, and sighed...