Born as a genius among geniuses in Herbal Medicine, I've undergone countless reincarnations, all at the request of the Gods! I can't stop until I create the perfect Divine Elixir...

Isn’t this a scam? In the end, in this current life, I declared a strike.

I’m not going to do it! No, I won’t work!!!

"I'm counting on you."
"Me? Are you serious?!"
Surprisingly, my strained family relationships seem to be improving.

"Thank you so much!"
I'm receiving expressions of gratitude from all over the place. And to top it off…

"A long-lost disciple came to see you."
My first, and also my last, disciple appeared in front of me.

Why didn’t he die?