[No System] [Mortal Style] [Decisive Killing]

Fang Yi traveled through time, treading the path of the devil, only to

reach the stage of forming an elixir. Reincarnated after death, he returned to the path of medicine, curing illnesses and saving lives, promoting health and longevity, and earning a reputation

far and wide. The path to

immortality was treacherous, with demonic cultivators rampant. Fang Yi made friends, cultivated peacefully, refined puppets, and sacrificed corpses, gathering "talents" and accumulating foundations.

...

Over a hundred years later, the demonic path invaded, and evil cultivators

blocked the way. "Hehehe, Fang Yi, medical practitioners are not good at fighting.

Submit to me immediately, and you will survive." A verdant treasure banner, brimming with medicinal fragrance, shed wisps of life, shielding Fang Yi.

"Hahaha, this place is deserted, and a mere medical instrument still yields!"

"Desolate?" Fang Yi's eyes shone darkly.

The treasure banner, transformed from life to death, ghostly figures filled the sky, and the corpse puppets howled like a demonic kingdom.

Yinsha Master: "A magical weapon emanates ghostly energy, a medical banner of ten thousand souls?"

The Bone Demon: "The Yin Vein refines corpses, so they're not good at fighting?"

Nine Corpse Wanderer: "Sacrificing human puppets, is that good for others?" Fang Yi,

a gentleman like jade, smiles without a word, the aroma of medicinal herbs lingering in his ears.

...

Time cuts through the prodigies, leaving the path to immortality shrouded in enchantment.

Fang Yi has become an immortal in the eyes of the righteous ancestors, the demonic giants, and the demon spirits.

Eras pass, time rolls, countless prodigies rise and fall.

Only Fang Yi remains unshakable, ascending step by step to immortality.

An Immortal does not differentiate between good and evil, nor do they care about the distinction between black and white. They do not ask what is right or wrong, and consider all living things as dogs. In spite of everything, Immortals pursue the Dao with bitter resolve.

Any being who disturbs my Dao, good or evil, will be forced to meet their karma, reduced to nothing more than ashes.