This Legendary Doctor Has a Touch of the Divine
A young man emerged from the depths of the mountains, armed with a needle, a sword, and a gourd, venturing boldly into the world.
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Chapter 1 – Leaving the Mountain
The mountains were clear and the waters bright, flowers scented the air, and birds sang their morning songs.
As the sun rose, a thin mist lingered over the landscape.
Halfway up the mountain, on a flat plateau, a young man dressed in plain clothes knelt solemnly before a solitary grave, bowing his head in reverence.
After bowing three times, he straightened up and spoke, “Master, I am leaving the mountain now. Take care of yourself here. I will come back to visit you often.”
With these words, he stood, picked up a small, dusty bundle from beside him, slung it over his shoulder, and turned to walk down the mountain.
The path was narrow and treacherous, but the young man moved slowly and steadily.
Suddenly, a crisp voice rang out from the bushes nearby, “Little Salted Fish, where are you going?”
He showed no surprise at hearing this voice. Without even looking up, he replied, “I’m going down the mountain.”
The voice asked, “Down the mountain? For what?”
“To seek the martial world.”
The girl’s voice pressed on, “The martial world? What will you do there?”
“Train and temper myself.”
“Training? Aren’t you afraid someone will eat up a little salted fish like you?” the girl teased.
Before her words faded, a flash of yellow shot from the bushes, landing before him.
She wore a yellow dress, her skirt fluttering. Her features were fresh and charming, like the first blossoms of spring; her eyes shone bright, as though the stars themselves were