The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The Soul-Stabilizing Pearl and the Medicine God Cauldron flew out from the Glazed Heaven Secret Realm like two shooting stars with silver-blue tail flames, streaking across the vast sky and landing precisely on Tang Xixue.

The Soul-Stabilizing Pearl is pure white, and inside it is sealed a wisp of ever-changing starlight.

It hovered three inches in front of Tang Xixue's brow, its bead slowly rotating, radiating a warm halo, as if confirming its owner's presence.

"Soul-Stabilizing Pearl".

Tang Xixue reached out and caught the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl, instantly feeling a warm current flowing towards her.

Her gaze fell on another beam of light.

The Medicine God Cauldron is even more ancient, with three legs and two handles, and its body is a deep dark blue-green.

The surface is engraved with intricate cloud patterns and herb totems.

When it landed in Tangxi Xue's palm, it emitted a clear, low hum, like the lingering sound of an ancient bell.

"This is the Medicine God Cauldron left behind by the Medicine God of Flowing Clouds."

Tang Xixue held the tripod in both hands, a sense of solemnity rising within her.

This cauldron once accompanied the Flowing Cloud Medicine God across mountains and rivers, refining countless elixirs that could bring the dead back to life.

Now, it's in her hands.

She put the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl into her sleeve and the Medicine God Cauldron into Cangxue's Heart, her movements calm and solemn.

After doing all this, she looked up at the sky, where the ancient list that stretched across the heavens was still quietly turning.

The name "Tangxi Snow" stands alongside legendary names from the dawn of time, their brilliance shining like an inverted galaxy or the sun and moon in sync.

In the distance, among the spectator seats.

Saint Feiming finally stopped fiddling with the Bodhi prayer beads.

The smooth prayer beads fell quietly between his fingers, no longer turning, as if even they knew that no sound should disturb them at this moment.

He gazed through the thin curtain at the figure standing in the sunlight.

He just stared at it, a silent smile curving his lips.

"Sister Zhi."

His lips moved silently, without making a sound, only his mouth moved.

With a kind of cautious reverence.

He was offering his congratulations.

But it couldn't make a sound.

But he could witness her become the God of Medicine of the Nine Provinces, standing at the pinnacle of the ancient medical path.

He felt an indescribable joy.

That joy wasn't for himself, but for her.

Tang Xixue stood in the sunlight, her gaze slowly sweeping over the crowd kneeling on the ground.

Those tearful faces included the elderly, the young, the strangers, and the familiar.

Their eyes reflected the light of the Heavenly Stele, and also her figure.

She took a deep breath.

"Gentlemen—"

She spoke.

The sound reached the ears of those listening through the communication jade talisman, and spread to every corner of the entire Nine Provinces.

The sound was like a mountain stream, carrying a power that made people want to listen.

"I am not a god. I am just a doctor."

Her gaze was calm as still water.

"I will do my best and have a clear conscience. If I can save one person, I will; if I can cure one illness, I will. The path of a doctor is never easy, but once I have chosen it, I will see it through to the end."

"This is my way."

"It is also the way that the Flowing Cloud Medicine God left to future generations."

Her voice rose slightly, each word as clear as metal striking the ground.

"I stand here today not because of who I am, but because a thousand years ago, a woman lit this lamp before me."

"She walked through the darkest night and waded through the deepest river, and as a woman, she etched her name into the long river of time."

"She is the Goddess of Medicine, Yue Liuyun. She is the patriarch of medicine. Her name, Yue Liuyun, shall be passed down through the ages and remembered for eternity."

As soon as the words were spoken, the ancient list in the sky suddenly lit up for a moment.

It wasn't the name "Tangxi Xue" that shone, but rather another name that emerged from the depths of the list, from those corners sealed by time.

Moon and drifting clouds.

Two beams of light, one above and one below, one ancient and one modern, echo each other from afar.

On this day, the name of the Flowing Cloud Medicine God spread throughout the Nine Continents.

From the Valley of Divine Medicine to Baiyujing, from the icy plains of the North to the dense forests of the South, from the isolated islands of the East China Sea to the deserts of the West, countless people learned for the first time that the formidable first-generation Medicine God was actually a woman.

"In the secret realm of Liuli Heaven, it was the Medicine Goddess Liuyun who sacrificed herself to suppress the Erosion Moth and protect the peace of the human world. She spent a thousand years waiting for a successor. Now, I have waited."

Tang Xixue raised her hand and held the leaf of the Three Lives Tree above her head.

The leaf trembled gently in her palm, and golden light seeped from its veins, drifting in all directions like silk threads.

"Now, the lamp is in my hands."

She spoke each word clearly and deliberately, her voice as firm as metal.

"I will not let it go out. I will personally pass this lamp on to those who come after me. Once one lamp is lit, countless others will follow. Then, darkness will never be seen again in this world."

Behind the curtain, Tang Xiye gazed at the figure, whose composure and certainty stood in the bright sunlight like a god descending to earth.

His weaving.

His precious daughter.

The girl he's protected since she was a child.

At this moment, she stood atop the pinnacle of medical practice in the Nine Provinces, worshipped by countless physicians, shining as brightly as the sun and moon.

He suddenly remembered that many years ago, she was a soft and cuddly little dumpling who stumbled into his study and stood on tiptoe to reach the vermilion pen on his desk.

He was afraid she would fall, so he reached out and helped her up. She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"Brother, Zhizhi wants to be as amazing as you in the future!"

At the time, he took it as a child's joke, smiled, ruffled her hair, and said, "Alright, Your Majesty, just you wait."

Now she has truly done it.

It's not that I'm as good as him, but that I'm standing at a higher level than him.

Tang Xiye's lips slowly curved upwards, her eyes filled with pride and self-satisfaction, as well as a gentle sense of relief.

This is his weaving.

The brilliance of the rising sun, the splendor of the bright moon.

His identity prevented him from revealing himself, but he was right there, behind the curtain, within her sight, with her, witnessing every important moment of her life.

"Zhizhi..."

He called out softly in his heart.

When those two words escaped his lips, they carried with them twenty years of protection and a promise that would never change for the rest of his life.

"The Palace of Fate celebrates the new God of Medicine."

He Lichen's gaze also fell on her.

He stood on the high platform, his moon-white crane cloak fluttering gently in the wind.

His face remained as aloof and ethereal as ever, but his eyes held a hint of amusement.

That smile, though subtle, was more captivating than any words.

He looked at her as if she were a bright moon rising from the sea, its clear light shining across the world.

Xie Jinlian's gaze followed her.

He stood outside the crowd, his long, silvery-white hair gently swaying in the wind.

The Butterfly Sword hung quietly at his waist, the spiritual patterns on its blade long since faded, leaving only a faint trace of sword intent, much like the man himself.

He didn't step forward, didn't speak, he just stared at her.

His gaze pierced through the mixed expressions of shock and envy, landing gently and firmly on her.

Like the only unmelting warmth atop a thousand snow-covered mountains.

"Weaving."

"I am proud of you."