MTL - I, Xingyue, a Manga Artist! - v2 Chapter 1242 The Spear That Shines to the End

Having been reincarnated, Shen Changqing became a member of the Great Qin's Demon-Subduing Division during an era infested with Demon Evils and rampant Strange Monsters—After slaying a Ghostly Level Fiend, his Pure Yang Technique reached Perfection!After slaying a Resentment Level Monster, his Heavenly Martial Gang Qi reached Perfection!After slaying a powerful Demon Evil, he broke through his own limits!After slaying—Years later, Shen Changqing became the Defender of the Human Clan, and all sorts of Demon Evils and Strange Monsters bowed their heads in submission!“As long as I live, the Human Clan shall not perish!”

In his old world, Elric had nothing—no powerful family, no elite degree, just relentless hard work and a passion for healing. Dismissed as a third-rate doctor, he shocked the nation by saving a congressman’s life and becoming an overnight celebrity. But just when his career was rising, tragedy struck.Now, Elric opens his eyes in a world unlike any he’s ever known—a land of swords, sorcery, and strange beliefs. Reborn in the countryside of a magical kingdom, where even a common cold is blamed on spirits, he’s the only one who understands how the human body truly works.With no palace, no power, and no one to trust, Elric sets up a humble clinic in a rural village. Armed with science and sarcasm, he treats the sick, challenges ancient traditions, and slowly earns the awe and fear of a world ruled by magic.Mocked as a fraud. Hunted by rival healers. Feared by nobles and mages alike.But this world is about to learn—Even a third-rate doctor can change history.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.