MTL - Medical Master - v8 Chapter 412 Qingyun aids!

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Form, feeling, thought, and awareness, the four truths and five aggregates refine the truth,

Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, five tones and six rhythms come into the sword.

A liberal arts student crossed over with a pile of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures,

“Monster, you are predestined with me, why don’t you follow me back to the cave to practice!”

“Master, can I marry a wife if I practice with you?”

“Why don’t you turn left when you go out, there is a school of sword practice over there.”

There is also an old book “Chunyang Sword Master”, which can also be read step by step.

- Description from novelbuddy

To rise from defeat; to revive amidst the dissipation.

What does it mean to be invincible?

Many Sword Gods exhaust their entire lives attempting to cultivate a single supreme sword intent, yet Yang Xiaotian has cultivated fifteen!

For millions of years, no one has been able to cultivate the Primordial Heaven Destiny, but Yang Xiaotian has cultivated fifteen of it!

Throughout countless eons, no one has been able to cultivate the Primordial Universe Holy Fruit, yet Yang Xiaotian has cultivated fifteen!

Across the vast expanse of time, only the rulers of heaven and earth could cultivate the Eternal Divine Body, yet Yang Xiaotian has cultivated not only the Eternal Divine Body but also the Primordial Heaven Destiny Divine Body, the Primordial Universe Divine Body...

Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world.That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue.And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after.Fortunately, I know just the cure.Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with.Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway.“Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said....huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?