The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Your sister-in-law, I've heard from her friends in the Daoist world that they all respectfully call her the Heavenly Physician."

Xie Jinlian's voice was as gentle as a stream formed from the first snow, flowing quietly in the warm pavilion.

He lived in seclusion in Kunlun Ruins for many years, detached from worldly affairs, and knew very little about the changing times and extraordinary people in the outside world.

At this moment, he simply repeated Tang Xixue's earlier joking words with a smile and a gentle voice, his tone filled with an unconscious, almost overflowing doting and pride.

"That sounds pretty impressive, doesn't it?"

His voice landed softly, carrying a pure warmth of joy for his own Zhizhi.

Unbeknownst to them, the pale-faced figure beside them was struck by a bolt of lightning that seemed to pierce the very crown of his head, freezing him instantly in place.

Yun Boyan seemed to instantly transform into an ice sculpture.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, so violently that it felt like it was about to shatter my bones.

At first, there was a blank and bewildered feeling, followed by a belated, overwhelming and ecstatic joy.

"Weaving... Fate... Heavenly Physician..."

His lips parted slightly, and a very soft murmur escaped from his throat, his voice so fleeting as if afraid of shattering a beautiful, ephemeral dream.

Those words rolled over the tip of my tongue, accompanied by an incredulous tremor.

"Weaving the heavens to mend life, bearing the weight of all living beings' wishes with a mortal body... When the plague ravages the Nine Provinces, only a delicate hand brings back spring..."

The records circulating among the top powers of the Nine Provinces about that mysterious "Heavenly Physician of Fate Weaving" overlap with the figure of the girl focused on finishing her needlework under the candlelight.

"I've searched high and low, but to no avail; a thousand mountains and rivers have all come to nothing..."

The light in his eyes shifted rapidly, eventually turning into a burning excitement.

"So... the cause and effect were foreshadowed, and fate was secretly intertwined. The thread of destiny had already bound us... no, it bound my brother and her tightly together!"

He suddenly raised his head, his silver-gray eyes igniting a raging fire, his gaze burning as if he wanted to etch her into his very soul.

"Sister-in-law..." His voice trembled slightly with excitement, each word carrying a heavy weight, "It's actually that one... who saved countless lives from suffering, whose name is already engraved in the 'Eternal Register'—the Heavenly Physician of Destiny!"

"The Thousand Autumns List".

Standing atop the Heavenly Destiny Peak in the Central Continent, it connects to the vast Milky Way above and guards the dragon veins of the Nine Continents below.

This ancient stele, not erected by human power, is a divine creation, manifested spontaneously by the will of heaven and earth.

Passed down through the ages, immortal and indestructible.

Those listed above are all legendary figures whose achievements surpassed those of their time, whose virtues matched those of heaven and earth, and who left an indelible mark on the destiny of the Chinese nation.

It was the culmination of an era's fortune, a manifestation of the people's gratitude.

Who could have imagined that Princess Jing, who was infamous in the Chenyao Dynasty and even slandered by others, causing the pride and nobility of all nations to avoid her, had already quietly ascended to the "Thousand Autumns List" under her other identity, protected by the mysterious fortune of the Nine Provinces and nourished by the gratitude of all people!

It should be noted that the "Heavenly Physician of Fate" personally wrote "The Record of Heavenly Weaving Veins," "The Materia Medica of Time," "Nine Chapters Against Fate," "Eighteen Needles to Seize Heaven," and the comprehensive "Medical Records of the Nine Provinces"...

It has long been revered as the supreme scripture by doctors all over the world, with each word worth a thousand pieces of gold, or even ten thousand pieces of gold.

Countless medical masters have devoted their entire lives to trying to glimpse even a tiny fraction of its profound mysteries.

She is a legendary healer living in the classics, the undisputed contemporary leader in the art of healing the sick, and is even privately revered by many doctors as a totem of medicine!

"Zhizhi...is she the Celestial Physician Weaving Fate that Ayan searched for with all his might, traversing the Nine Provinces?!"

Even Xie Jinlian, with her detached and otherworldly nature, was shocked upon hearing this.

Her long eyelashes trembled gently beneath the silk gauze.

Although he was not quite clear about the specific and terrifying status that "Weaving Fate Heavenly Physician" meant.

But the younger brother's unprecedentedly intense reaction and the name "Qianqiu Bang" that he blurted out came to mind.

That was enough for him to understand that his Zhizhi was far more than he had imagined...

It would be a thousand times, ten thousand times more impressive.

"So, Zhizhi, you said you were apprenticed to an old man..."

Xie Jinlian's voice remained gentle, but now carried a hint of shock and emotion.

"Is that the transcendent, revered as a living fossil of medicine... the venerable Medicine God?"

"Doesn't that count as an old man?"

Tang Xixue was concentrating on calculating the timing of the needlework when she heard this and looked up.

She blinked her clear eyes, her tone carrying a sense of innocent matter-of-factness.

With a light flick of her fingertips, she swiftly and smoothly retracted the gold and silver needles that had been inserted into Xie Jinlian's acupoints, returning them to their needle case.

The needles, as fine as hairs, seemed to come alive between her fingers, obediently returning to their original positions.

After her exquisite acupuncture treatment, the effects were immediate.

Xie Jinlian clearly felt that the residual divine punishment power and chaotic internal energy that had been running rampant like a wild horse, tormenting him day and night, were being guided and sorted out by a gentle yet resilient warm current within his body.

Like a raging flood being diverted into a long-dried-up riverbed.

It began to flow gently, nourishing his nearly depleted meridians and internal organs.

That long-lost strength, that slowly returning warmth, almost made him sigh out loud.

This is truly...absolutely astonishing.

So many renowned doctors and reclusive masters from all walks of life were "invited" by Yun Boyan.

After examining his injuries, everyone shook their heads and sighed, concluding that his meridians were completely shattered and there was no hope of recovery.

It's a miracle that they can even survive; it's certain that there's no hope of recovery.

But for his Zhizhi, just one acupuncture treatment gave him a glimmer of hope. How could she be so outstanding?

"Of course it counts."

Xie Jinlian suppressed the turmoil in her heart, but couldn't help but smile.

That smile was as gentle as spring sunshine suddenly shining into an icy plain.

"That must be the most influential and authoritative old man in the entire Nine Provinces."

He tried to activate a barely perceptible amount of internal energy in an extremely slow and careful manner, following the Kunlun Mind Method.

In the past, doing this would inevitably cause severe pain in the meridians and a reversal of qi and blood flow.

But at this moment, that wisp of internal energy smoothly circulated a small cycle along the path guided by the silver needles.

Although it still felt sluggish and weak, it miraculously did not cause any stinging or backlash!

Although a full recovery is still a long way off, this means that his injury, which was considered hopeless, may actually be repaired!

This discovery stirred a surge of joy in his long-dormant heart. He wasn't afraid of death, only of being unable to protect her anymore. He was only afraid of implicating Ayan.

"Hmph," Tang Xixue raised her chin slightly and gave a light hum, feigning dissatisfaction.

However, the joy and slight pride in being praised by his master could not be hidden in the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Didn't I tell Master that I'm very capable? Master just now... did you not believe me?"

"Don't be angry, Zhizhi."

Xie Jinlian softened her voice as she readily complied, her cool tone now gentle and tender.

"I knew Zhizhi was very capable, but I never imagined she was so incredibly capable."

He praised her lavishly, always affirming her, as if he wanted to pile all the beautiful words in the world upon her.

"Pfft—"

Tang Xixue was amused by his straightforward yet gentle words.

The feigned dissatisfaction from just now vanished instantly.

"Master has such a sweet tongue... Alright, I forgive you!"

She dropped her joking expression and considerately stepped forward.

First, she carefully helped Xie Jinlian put on her clothes one by one, smoothing out every wrinkle.

They put the snow-covered fur coat back on him, pulling it tight to make sure he wouldn't catch a chill.

After doing all this, she leaned down and, taking him by surprise, quickly placed a light, feather-like kiss on his smooth forehead, a kiss filled with tenderness and affection.

Xie Jinlian felt a cool, soft touch on her forehead, carrying her unique crabapple fragrance.

It was just a light kiss, yet it made his heart feel as if it were enveloped by the softest spring water, melting him completely, as if even his soul was about to melt away.

On this winter night, the wind and snow still howled outside the window.

But because of this little kiss, the warm room suddenly became full of spring, and there was no longer any chill in it.