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The Apothecary Sword Saint

Wei Ping ~ I was once a doctor, a healer of flesh and bone. Now? I’m a cat. Yes, you heard that right. One moment, I was in the middle of a surgery, and the next, I was clawing my way through a Xianxia world filled with cultivators, beasts, and an absurd amount of danger. Then I met Zhang Lou—a boy with talent but no direction, struggling to survive in a world that rewards the strong and discards the weak. With my medical knowledge and his determination, we formed an unlikely partnership. I’ll teach him the secrets of medicine and alchemy, and in return, he’ll keep me fed and safe from those who’d love to turn a talking cat into a rare elixir. Together, we’ll carve a path through this cruel cultivation world—one pill, one fight, and one miracle at a time. --- Zhang Lou’s ~ For years, I thought my cat was just… a cat. Then one day, it spoke. Not only did it speak, but it claimed to be a doctor from another world—one where cultivation didn’t exist, but knowledge did. At first, I thought I was going insane. But as time passed, I realized the truth: Wei Ping wasn’t just some ordinary feline. He was a master of medicine, an expert in healing techniques far beyond anything I had ever known. With his guidance, I stepped into the world of apothecaries, refining pills and potions that could heal, strengthen, and even defy death itself. But in a world where power is everything, knowledge alone isn’t enough. If I want to survive, if I want to rise, I must become more than just a healer—I must become a cultivator who stands at the peak. And with Wei Ping at my side, I just might have a chance.
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Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.
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