The Sovereign’s Rebirth: From Veterinarian to Urban Legend

The sky above the Medicine Immortal Pavilion was a swirling vortex of violet thunder and jagged lightning. Amidst the chaos stood Chen Bufan, the North Sea Sovereign, his robes fluttering in the celestial gale.

“Taste this, Immortal Sovereign! I am finally crossing the threshold!” Bufan roared at the heavens. “Once this final lightning tribulation passes, I shall ascend to the ranks of the true Immortals!”

But as he reached for a spirit grape to restore his essence, his heart suddenly seized. A black, necrotic energy surged through his veins. “Poison? This grape is poisoned? No… it can’t be!”

From the shadows emerged his junior brother, his face twisted in a predatory smirk. “Forgive me, my ‘dear’ Senior Brother. For five hundred years, since the day I arrived at this Pavilion, I have lived under your shadow. Do you have any idea how I’ve spent those five centuries? I will never allow anyone to ascend before me!”

Bufan’s eyes turned crimson with rage and despair. “Even if I die, I’m taking you to the grave with me!”

The world exploded in a blinding white light as the lightning tribulation collided with the Sovereign’s self-destruction.

“I’m not… dead?”

Bufan opened his eyes to find himself lying in a dusty alleyway, but the body he inhabited felt heavy, weak, and devoid of spiritual qi. He, the legendary North Sea Sovereign, had transmigrated into the body of Lu Chen—a lowly veterinarian in the mortal world.

“Hey, buddy! You okay? You were just lying there,” a voice called out. It was his friend, looking panicked. “Don’t die on me! My pigsty is waiting for you!”

Lu Chen sat up, clutching his throbbing head. Before he could process his fall from grace, his friend dropped a bombshell: “Brother Chen, something terrible has happened! Your wife is at home right now, cheating on you with another man! Get home, quick!”

Lu Chen froze. I have a wife? And I’m being cuckolded already? A cold light flashed in his eyes. He might have lost his cultivation, but he hadn’t lost his pride. “Lead the way.”

Arriving at the apartment, he found Wang Tai, the arrogant heir of the Wang family, leaving his wife’s bedroom. His wife, Su Jianyi, looked at Lu Chen with nothing but disdain.

“What are you looking at, Lu Chen?” she snapped, her voice dripping with venom. “It’s just my cousin from the countryside. He came to borrow money.”

“Cousin?” Lu Chen sneered. He didn’t waste words. He stepped forward and delivered a stinging slap that sent her sprawling.

“Lu Chen! You dare hit me?” she shrieked.

“I’m done with your lies,” Lu Chen said, his voice cold as ice. “Tell me the truth, or I’ll make sure you regret ever meeting me.”

Terrified by the newfound killing intent in his eyes, Jianyi crumbled. “It’s Wang Tai! He forced me! He pressured me!”

Lu Chen didn’t believe a word of her victim-playing, but he had bigger problems. His 500 years of cultivation were gone. To return to the Immortal Realm, he needed resources. He needed money.

“We’re getting a divorce,” he declared. “But first, you owe me 2 million in compensation.”

“2 million? I don’t have that much!” she cried. “I only have 500,000.”

“Transfer it,” he commanded. “Consider it a deposit. We’ll meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau once you have the rest.”

With the 500,000, Lu Chen headed to a medicinal market. He needed a Balsam Snow Lotus to begin refining basic pills. In a small shop, he spotted a rare specimen, but the price was a staggering 5 million.

As he was negotiating, a beautiful, sharp-eyed woman named Zhao Jie (the eldest daughter of the powerful Zhao family) entered. She was looking for medicine for her dying father.

“That prescription won’t work,” Lu Chen remarked casually, glancing at her list. “The Balsam Snow Lotus helps, but it won’t cure a chronic lung disease. Whoever wrote this was just guessing.”

Zhao Jie froze. “How did you know my father has a lung ailment?”

“Because,” Lu Chen said, leaning back, “I’m the only one who can cure it.”

Desperate, Zhao Jie took a gamble. She bought the lotus for him and promised another million if he could save her father. They raced to the Zhao mansion, where they were met with mockery. Wang Tai was there, having brought a “Top National Specialist,” Dr. Li.

“A veterinarian?” Wang Tai laughed. “You’re bringing a vet to cure the head of the Zhao family? He’s a useless loser from the Su family!”

Lu Chen ignored them. He watched Dr. Li perform acupuncture—the “Ghost Hand Mysterious Needle” technique.

“You’ve only learned the skin and hair of that technique,” Lu Chen criticized. “In three minutes, the patient’s blood qi will fail, and he will die.”

“You’re cursing him!” Wang Tai yelled.

But exactly three minutes later, Zhao Shanha—the patriarch—began coughing blood and lost his pulse. The room fell into a panicked silence. Zhao Jie turned to Lu Chen, tears in her eyes. “Please! Save him! I’ll give you anything!”

“Even yourself?” Lu Chen joked darkly before turning serious. “Bring me a basin of foot-soaking water.”

While the others watched in horror, thinking he was insane, Lu Chen mixed the water with a crushed medicinal dreg and forced the patriarch to drink it. Seconds later, the old man sat up, coughing out a black, viscous liquid.

“The lung disease wasn’t the problem,” Lu Chen explained. “He was poisoned by Toad Venom. The ‘foot water’ was just a catalyst for the medicine.”

The room erupted. The “specialist” Dr. Li bowed in shame. “Your medical skill is divine. I am not fit to be called a doctor in your presence.”

Patriarch Zhao, now fully conscious, was beyond grateful. He offered Lu Chen a villa, a Rolls Royce, and a black gold credit card with no limit.

“I don’t need your charity,” Lu Chen said, maintaining his Sovereign’s pride. “I only want what was agreed upon. One million per session. I’ll be back for the follow-up.”

As Lu Chen began to make a name for himself, he discovered a shocking truth. His treacherous junior brother had also transmigrated! He was now “Chen Bufan,” a mysterious alchemist working for the Wang family.

The Wang family announced a “miracle drug” called the Beauty Pill, claiming it could erase scars and cure gout. Lu Chen knew his brother’s style—the drug was a sham, a short-term fix with deadly long-term side effects.

At the grand product launch, the atmosphere was electric. The Wangs were ready to crush the Zhao family’s cosmetics empire. Lu Chen walked onto the stage, accompanied by the Zhao sisters.

“Junior Brother, do you really think everyone is a fool?” Lu Chen’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Senior Brother,” the new Chen Bufan replied, his eyes narrowing. “This is Earth. You aren’t the Sovereign anymore. Don’t interfere with my business.”

“Your ‘business’ is murder,” Lu Chen countered. He pulled out a box of the mass-produced pills Zhao Jie had smuggled from the factory. He fed one to a lab rat on stage. Within sixty seconds, the rat convulsed and died.

“This is your ‘miracle drug’?” Lu Chen shouted to the horrified audience. “It’s poison! You used high-quality samples for the clinical trials, but the mass-produced versions are lethal!”

The crowd turned into a lynch mob. The police, tipped off by the Zhaos, swarmed the stage. The Wang family was ruined in an instant. Amidst the chaos, Bufan hissed at Lu Chen, “This isn’t over. I’ll see you in hell.”

The dust settled. The Su family, who had treated Lu Chen like dirt, was now begging for mercy. Su Jianyi stood outside his new villa, crying, “Lu Chen, I was wrong! Please, let’s start over!”

Lu Chen didn’t even look back. He handed her the signed divorce papers. “Keep the 500,000. It’s the last thing you’ll ever get from me.”

Back at the Zhao mansion, Patriarch Zhao looked at Lu Chen with a gleam in his eye. “Lu Chen, you’ve saved my life and my legacy. Half of my family’s assets are now in your name. But… there’s one more thing.”

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I want you as my son-in-law,” the Patriarch said with a grin.

Lu Chen looked at the two sisters—Zhao Jie, the elegant eldest, and Zhao Hinh, the playful youngest who had been chasing him all week.

“I have things to do,” Lu Chen said, turning to walk away toward the horizon where the sunset met the city skyline. “Cultivation is a long road. But… I suppose a little company wouldn’t hurt.”

Behind him, the two sisters raced to catch up, their laughter echoing in the wind. The North Sea Sovereign was gone, but a new Legend of the City had just begun.