Life circumstances brought me to the gates of the Star of the South Combat Academy. An atmosphere of rivalry and class hostility reigns in this educational institution. Naturally, I found myself among the most oppressed and defenseless layer of novice students, but I’m not going to leave everything as it is, because I have five years of experience in training to be a herbal healer, and I’m also quite good at poisons. Not bad. Cultivation is cultivation, but the poison doesn’t care who it kills. I have a couple more secrets that even make me feel uneasy.