Azure Wave Continent, Celestial Authority Kingdom, Northern Border’s Celestial Mountains, a continuous mountain range, rising and falling.
The dense forest was lush and green, ancient trees towering high, their branches intertwining, inhabited by birds and beasts, with no trace of human presence.
In the distant sky, the bright sun hung high, its rays filtering through the leaves, casting layers of light and shadow.
Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the depths of the quiet forest, startling countless birds into flight.
Not far from the source of the sound, within a mountain Cave Residence shrouded in mist and clouds.
Feng Jin Yue, who had been meditating cross-legged on a cushion while cultivating, sensed the disturbance with her spiritual awareness and abruptly opened her eyes—someone had intruded!
She was originally the strongest Cultivator of the 25th century, having failed to transcend the Ninety-Nine Tribulations. Just as her primordial spirit was about to be annihilated by the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Lightning, she was unexpectedly swept into a spatial rift and fell into another world. When she opened her eyes again, she had been reborn as the legitimate daughter of the General’s Manor in the Celestial Authority Kingdom. However, due to congenital weakness and premature birth, she had been frail and sickly since childhood, carefully nurtured in the Hot Spring Villa on the outskirts of the capital.
Although this world, like her original one, was deficient in spiritual energy, she relied on her past life’s experience and the spatial Spirit Ring that accompanied her birth—which contained a miraculous Spirit field and Spirit Spring—to plant medicinal herbs, cultivate Spirit herbs, and resume her cultivation.
Last year, on her coming-of-age day, she broke through from the Qi Refining Stage and smoothly advanced to the early Foundation Establishment Stage. Because of this, she successfully underwent marrow cleansing and meridian transformation, completely improving her mortal physique and eradicating her frail condition.
This place was a relatively spiritual energy-rich spot she had found after reaching Foundation Establishment. However, this area was located within the Celestial Mountains, deep in the old forests, with perilous peaks and rugged terrain, fraught with dangers. Additionally, the mountains were filled with fierce beasts, so even the top experts of this world dared not set foot here lightly.
She had been here for a year, and aside from herself, there had been no one else. Unexpectedly, someone had appeared today. It was just as well—it was time to return, so she might as well go take a look.
Feng Jin Yue rose from the cushion, her figure vanishing from the spot in an instant. With her spiritual awareness locked onto the source of the disturbance, she quickly located the intruder.
At a glance, she saw a man in black leaning against a large tree less than ten steps away, severely injured, unconscious, and breathing faintly, as if on the verge of death at any moment.
The air around was thick with the smell of blood, and the ground was littered with the corpses of wild beasts. The sharp sword in the man’s hand still had fresh blood on its blade, indicating that his strikes had been swift, precise, and ruthless, nearly all of them fatal. Numerous jackals and fierce beasts lingered nearby, clearly intimidated by the slaughter; even though the man had collapsed, they dared not act rashly.
Now, with Feng Jin Yue’s appearance, they all scattered and fled.
As Feng Jin Yue approached, she got a clear view of the man’s appearance. Damn, even injured to such a wretched state, he could still be this good-looking?
His face was as if carved, with distinct and exceptionally handsome features—a tall nose, thin lips, and sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples. Even though she had seen countless handsome men in her previous life, none could compare to him; he was simply flawless.
Her gaze shifted downward, taking in the wounds on his chest, waist, and left arm. She could tell at a glance they were inflicted by the Bloodthirsty Shadow Wolf, unique to the Yan Kingdom. The flesh around the wounds had turned black, undoubtedly due to the wolf venom attached to the claws.
Severely injured and poisoned, yet he had survived until now and still had the strength to slay so many fierce beasts—it was evident that this man’s own strength and foundation were exceptionally formidable.
With a face this handsome, it would be a shame to let him die. For the sake of this face, I’ll reluctantly try to save him.
Feng Jin Yue directly retrieved a needle pouch from her Spirit Ring space. In the next moment, nine silver needles simultaneously landed on the man’s chest, protecting his heart meridian.
Then, she took out a medicine bottle, poured out a detoxification pill, and was about to feed it into his mouth when suddenly, as she leaned closer, his eyes snapped open.
“If you don’t want to die, don’t speak. Open your mouth and swallow this,” Feng Jin Yue said in a flat, unemotional tone. Still, the moment his eyes opened, a ripple stirred in her heart—those eyes were deep and captivating, elevating his already flawless, handsome face to another level.
Qi Bei Han stared at the woman before him. Dressed in a sky-blue gown with a sheer veil covering her face, her features were obscured, but her entire aura was like a lotus in a celestial pond—ethereal and extraordinary, far from ordinary. Especially considering their current location, which was no place for an average person to tread.
Recently, Tianquan’s undercover agents in Yan had been systematically eliminated. He knew there was a traitor among them and had personally gone to clean up the mess. But his whereabouts were exposed, and to his surprise, Yan had cultivated mutated Bloodthirsty Nether Wolves. This miscalculation had left him in dire straits. Though he had already sent the intelligence back, he knew his chances of survival were slim. To avoid falling into Yan’s hands, he had fled into the Tianshan Mountains.
Noticing the silver needles on his chest and observing the pill, Qi Bei Han—well-versed in medicine himself—knew these were no ordinary items. This further confirmed that the woman before him was anything but ordinary.
It reminded him of a figure who had risen to prominence in the martial world over the past two years: the Saintly Hand Physician Immortal, renowned for her miraculous silver needle techniques and extraordinary elixirs that could cure any ailment—a being whose medical skills were so divine she could “raise the dead and regenerate flesh.”
It seemed luck was on his side.
Seeing him unmoved, Feng Jin Yue was about to speak when, before she could utter a word, he opened his mouth, took the pill, and swallowed it.
Qi Bei Han had no reason to doubt her intentions. Given his current state, she had no motive to harm him. As the pill dissolved, he could clearly feel its miraculous effects—the toxins infesting his organs and meridians from the wolf venom dissipated at an astonishing speed, and his vitality rapidly restored. If not for his severe external injuries, he would have been able to move freely almost immediately.
Next, Feng Jin Yue took out a Seven-colored Luminescent Lotus, plucked three petals, and placed them on the wounds on his chest, waist, and left arm.
The moment the iridescent petals touched his skin, they melted into his flesh. In the blink of an eye, the wounds regenerated, healed, scabbed over, and the scars fell away. Within moments, it was as if he had never been injured.
Witnessing this near-miraculous sight, Qi Bei Han’s earlier suspicions were fully confirmed.
Feng Jin Yue then retrieved all the silver needles.
“I am Qi Bei Han. Thank you for saving my life, Miss,” he said, rising to his feet and cupping his hands in a formal salute.
“I used needles, fed you a pill, and even wasted three petals of my Seven-colored Luminescent Lotus. If not for your handsome face—such a pity to let it go to waste—I wouldn’t have bothered saving you,” Feng Jin Yue muttered under her breath.
Then, clearing her throat, she addressed him with feigned seriousness, “Consider yourself lucky you ran into me. If you really want to thank me, how about giving me that dagger at your waist as a token of gratitude?”
“Very well,” Qi Bei Han agreed without hesitation, handing over the dagger from his waist.
Feng Jin Yue held the dagger in her hand and unsheathed it. It was indeed forged from celestial meteorite iron—perfect for her peculiar Rust Sword to devour.
Qi Bei Han asked, “Might I ask if you are the renowned Medicine Immortal who has become famous across the land in recent years?”
“If you think so, then so be it.” Feng Jin Yue sheathed the dagger and replied indifferently, offering no further explanation. She saved people purely on a whim—if she felt like saving someone, she would; if not, she wouldn’t. Saving him today didn’t mean she wanted to get entangled in his karma. “I have matters to attend to, and I assume you do as well. Let us part ways here.”
With those words, Feng Jin Yue turned to leave, but suddenly she felt something was odd. Wait—the name Qi Bei Han sounded vaguely familiar to her. Had she heard it somewhere before?