It’s over.
Yiqin slapped her forehead, her face pale as iron, utterly despondent—everything was ruined.
She had brought Jiang Ke’er here originally just to let her observe the process of healing cultivators, hoping it would make her realize that medicine was a serious discipline, and thus study more diligently in the future.
This was a stage every Medical Cultivator in Lingyin Valley had to go through… yet she never expected something like this to happen.
That bastard Iron Prison had deliberately targeted Jiang Ke’er, the softest target who had just entered the path.
But with their sect’s injured disciples now in the hands of the Hall of the Wild Dragon, Yiqin had no leverage for negotiation and could only be led by the nose.
In Yiqin’s eyes, the potential loss of market share was secondary.
As long as they tried hard, with the strength of Taiming Sect, there was still a chance to win back what was theirs…
What she felt most heartbroken about were the disciples whose futures in cultivation had been destroyed, and the psychological scars Jiang Ke’er might carry after losing this contest.
“Iron Prison, you’ve gone too far!” Yiqin’s anger was immense, yet she could only suppress it. “You may have fooled Taiming Sect this once, but you’ll regret it someday!”
“Yiqin Immortal, anyone can talk tough,” Iron Prison said dismissively, already adopting the victorious posture.
“But if you want to save these disciples, pick someone quickly… Even if your Lingyin Valley disciples are unreliable, at least our Hall of the Wild Dragon’s Medical Cultivators are dependable. We can still save a few, right?”
It was like a stab to the heart.
“Pick quickly. If you wait too long, the meridians will wither and it will be too late,” Iron Prison added calmly.
Sighing, Yiqin pointed casually, “Him. Hurry and save them.”
After randomly selecting a Qiyao Realm Medical Cultivator from the Hall of the Wild Dragon, Yiqin crouched down and gently hugged Jiang Ke’er.
“Don’t be afraid. It’s not your fault, it has nothing to do with you… Take care of yourself. Just come back safely, that’s all that matters.”
Jiang Ke’er nodded, feeling a touch moved.
Laughter erupted among the Medical Cultivators of the Hall of the Wild Dragon.
Iron Prison’s face displayed the smugness of a plan coming to fruition. “Yiqin Immortal, you really picked a good one.”
The chosen Medical Cultivator stepped forward, his aura swelling and intensifying. In the blink of an eye, he surged from early Qiyao Realm to the peak of Qiyao Realm!
This was clearly a trump card the Hall of the Wild Dragon had been hiding, deliberately reserved to trap her!
Yiqin curled her lips but paid no mind; she even thought this was better.
After all, she couldn’t count on her little disciple, so the treatment of the injured disciples had to rely on the cultivators from the Hall of the Wild Dragon.
The Hall of the Wild Dragon’s Medical Cultivators moved the captured Taiming Sect disciples to the open space between the two opposing sides, and set up Liuying Crystals nearby—clearly intending to record the contest, taking things out of context to slander Lingyin Valley.
Jiang Ke’er shyly stepped forward, a beginner’s panic showing on her face.
“Greetings, senior,” Jiang Ke’er bowed respectfully to the Medical Cultivators opposite, then spoke, “I am Jiang Qingyi, a junior disciple who just entered Lingyin Valley a little over a day ago, currently at the early Sixiang Realm.”
The Hall of the Wild Dragon Medical Cultivator waved dismissively and gave his name, “Jin Ping, from the Hall of the Wild Dragon, peak Qiyao Realm.”
About level 40 versus level 79, Jiang Ke’er thought bitterly.
“The injured come first. Let’s not waste time with formalities. Please, senior, start treatment as soon as possible,” Jiang Ke’er blinked.
“Please take it seriously and give it your all. Don’t leave any hidden injuries for our Taiming Sect senior brothers.”
Jin Ping curled his lip—there was no way they wouldn’t leave hidden injuries.
The meridians had already been severed to such an extent, complete recovery was impossible.
Still, he said nothing, crouching down and extending a strand of spiritual power from his palm, weaving it like a fine thread to begin stitching the meridians.
He started with the injured disciple’s arm, lifting it to sew the severed tendons.
Jiang Ke’er knelt as well, unable to perform spiritual thread suturing. Instead, she used her vast Divine Sense to probe the wounds of the cultivators on the ground, gauging the extent of internal damage.
The more she sensed, the angrier she grew—the Hall of the Wild Dragon cultivators were unbelievably cruel, tearing these Taiming Sect disciples apart like slow slicing, deliberately targeting meridians and muscles that wouldn’t cause death but would ruin their cultivation and foundation. Every visible vital point was brutally cut open!
Worse, in this barbaric process, many tiny meridians indistinguishable to the naked eye were torn as well, meaning even after stitching the main meridians, many aftereffects would remain.
Their cultivation would likely never rise beyond the Sixiang Realm in this lifetime.
Jiang Ke’er thought for a moment, ripped off the tattered clothes of a cultivator on the ground, and her fingertips glowed white as she gently pressed on a wound.
Step one: use spiritual power to cleanse and disinfect.
Step two: tidy the wound.
The exposed meridians and tendons had been torn open to the air.
Jiang Ke’er could only carefully place those meridians and muscles back beneath the skin, then use the white light to softly nourish the surrounding cells, aligning every tiny meridian and blood vessel.
The human body had a natural ability to reconnect if the wound was properly closed and fixed, blood vessels aligned to ensure blood flow, and tendons sewn together.
Given time, they would naturally knit back.
But Jiang Ke’er did not use that method.
Instead of taking out a needle to sew like Jin Ping, she used her Divine Sense to perceive every detail inside the wound, down to each cell, then subtly adjusted their positions with spiritual power.
Once each tissue was aligned, she directly infused vitality, allowing the tissue to naturally regrow and reconnect.
To outsiders, this looked utterly absurd.
All they could see was Jiang Ke’er poking and prodding randomly at the wound.
“At least pretend it looks real!” the Hall of the Wild Dragon cultivators burst into laughter.
“There’s not even a single spiritual energy line. What the hell are you sewing?”
“Messing around like that, you don’t care if your own senior brother dies! Hahaha… Look at this, this is Taiming Sect’s Medical Cultivator for you!”
Jiang Ke’er concentrated deeply. Although she could hear the mocking voices, it didn’t affect her focus one bit.
The conversion from spiritual energy to Sacred Light was inefficient, and she had only just grasped the Divine Light Technique hours ago, so she quickly broke into a sweat, utterly exhausted.
This was her first real-world operation.
Her efficiency was low, but she was growing more skilled with each attempt.
She had no idea how Jin Ping was doing.
Maybe his work was easier and more successful—after all, he was a top Medical Cultivator in the Qiyao Realm, with experience and cultivation far beyond her reach.
Ever since being dealt with by the System Dummy, Jiang Ke’er had held a humble attitude, always thinking she was weak, pitifully so.
Thus, she had absolute respect and admiration for her opponent, never believing she, a novice, could outperform him… she was extremely modest.
But she would try her best, aiming for perfection in her own way.
Maybe her healing wasn’t as fast or practiced as his, but she would ensure no disciple she treated was left with any aftereffects—that was the baseline.
On top of that, she would strive to improve efficiency as much as possible.
“Phew—”
At last, she finished repairing all the severe wounds on one cultivator’s body.
Although he hadn’t yet awakened from unconsciousness, Jiang Ke’er knew perfectly well he had fully recovered.
Curiosity piqued, she looked up to see how far Jin Ping had progressed.
That expert must have already healed seven or eight people by now, right? After all, these simple little surgeries, she had been able to perform them perfectly on her first try… The expert must be several times better than her!