THE ALCHEMIST’S REBIRTH: FROM IMMORTAL VENERABLE TO VETERINARY SURGEON

In the ethereal realm of the Immortals, the air crackled with the terrifying energy of the Great Tribulation. Bei Ming, the Supreme Immortal Venerable, stood amidst the lightning, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was one step away from ultimate transcendence. To celebrate, he reached for a celestial grape—a gift from his trusted junior brother, Chen Bufan.

But as the juice touched his lips, a paralyzing cold spread through his veins. Poison.

“Chen Bufan… why?” Bei Ming hissed, blood leaking from his mouth.

“Forgive me, dear brother,” Bufan sneered, his face twisted in 500 years of repressed envy. “For five centuries, I have lived in your shadow. I will not let anyone ascend before me. If I cannot have the heavens, neither will you!”

With a roar of betrayal, Bei Ming gathered his remaining soul power. “Even in death, I will drag you to the abyss with me!” The resulting explosion shattered the void, consuming them both.

Bei Ming awoke not to the singing of celestial birds, but to the smell of manure and the insistent prodding of a stranger. He was no longer a god; he was in the body of Lu Chen, a pathetic, debt-ridden veterinary surgeon on Earth.

“Hey buddy, you’re alive! Don’t die in my pigsty!” a voice shouted.

Lu Chen clutched his head. The memories of this new life flooded in: a failing marriage, a gold-digging wife named Su Jianyi, and a reputation as a “useless loser.”

“Brother Chen! Big news!” a frantic neighbor yelled. “Your wife is at home with another man! Go catch them before you’re the laughingstock of the town!”

Lu Chen’s eyes sharpened with cold, immortal fire. I, the North Star Immortal Venerable, have been reborn, and the first thing I face is a green hat? He arrived home to find Su Jianyi frantically hiding Young Master Wang Thai of the wealthy Wang family. Instead of the cowering husband they expected, Lu Chen met them with a chilling calm. He slapped the arrogance off Jianyi’s face and intimidated her into confessing Wang Thai’s involvement.

“I’m hungry,” Lu Chen commanded his stunned wife. “Go cook. And as for our marriage? It’s over. Give me 2 million in divorce compensation.”

“I only have 500,000!” she cried.

“Transfer it,” he snapped. “The rest can be a debt.”

With the initial funds, Lu Chen sought medicinal herbs to regain his lost cultivation. At a local apothecary, he encountered Zhao Keqie, the icy eldest daughter of the powerful Zhao family. She was desperately searching for a cure for her father’s terminal lung disease.

Lu Chen saw through the flawed prescriptions of the “famous doctors” she had hired. “Your father isn’t just sick; he’s poisoned,” Lu Chen stated calmly. Impressed and desperate, Keqie invited him to the Zhao manor.

At the Zhao mansion, Lu Chen was met with ridicule. Wang Thai was there, accompanied by a renowned “Divine Physician” named Li.

“A veterinarian? You’re letting a horse doctor touch my father?” Keqie’s younger sister, Zhao Hinh, protested.

But Lu Chen’s insight was surgical. He humiliated Physician Li by pointing out his hidden ailments and predicted the exact moment the patient would collapse. When the elder Zhao stopped breathing, Lu Chen performed a bizarre ritual: he mixed common foot-soaking water with a concentrated herbal pill he had refined.

“Drink this,” Lu Chen ordered.

The room exploded in outrage, calling it murder. But within five seconds of the “foot-water medicine” being administered, the elder Zhao spat out a black, viscous liquid—a mutated toad poison—and opened his eyes.

The miracle was undeniable. The Zhao family offered Lu Chen everything: villas, luxury cars, and a blank check.

However, the shadows of the past were closing in. Lu Chen discovered that the mastermind behind the Wang family’s new “miracle drug,” the Youth-Preserving Pill, was none other than Chen Bufan, his treacherous junior brother who had also transmigrated.

The two rivals met at a high-stakes press conference hosted by the Wang family. Chen Bufan, now an arrogant pharmaceutical tycoon, planned to use a flawed, addictive version of the pill to enslave the city’s elite.

“Sư huynh,” Bufan whispered, his eyes gleaming with malice. “On Earth, I have the money and the power. You are still nothing.”

“You haven’t changed, Bufan,” Lu Chen replied, stepping onto the stage. “You still build your palace on a foundation of lies.”

In front of the world’s media, Lu Chen used a simple scientific demonstration with laboratory mice to prove that the mass-produced version of Bufan’s pill was a lethal poison with delayed side effects. The “miracle” turned into a scandal. The police swarmed the building, arresting Wang Thai and the fraudulent researchers.

The Wang family collapsed overnight. Su Jianyi, having been dumped by Wang Thai and left with nothing, crawled back to Lu Chen, begging for a second chance.

Lu Chen didn’t even look back. He handed her the signed divorce papers. “The path of the Immortal has no room for trash.”

The Zhao family, now the undisputed leaders of the city, gathered around him. The elder Zhao looked at Lu Chen with deep respect. “Lu Chen, my daughters are both fond of you. Why not pick one and become my son-in-law officially?”

Lu Chen looked at the sky, feeling the stirrings of true Qi returning to his marrow. The world was his once more.

“I have business with the heavens,” Lu Chen smiled, a hint of his former celestial majesty shining through. “But for now… Earth isn’t such a bad place to stay.”

As he walked toward his new Rolls Royce, Keqie and Hinh followed close behind, arguing over who would drive him. Behind them, Chen Bufan sat in a prison cell, swearing vengeance—but Lu Chen knew that this time, the gap between them would be as vast as the stars.