With a heart full of deep admiration, Jiang Ke’er lifted her head.
“Hey, Senior Brother, why are you still stitching that arm?”
Seeing his progress, Jiang Ke’er couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.
She recalled that when she first started treatment, he was already holding that arm and sewing it up.
Now, he was still holding it, looking incredibly cool as he deftly threaded the needle.
“?”
Jin Ping looked up at Jiang Ke’er in confusion, not understanding what was going on, then immediately lowered his head again, racing against time to continue his hard work.
Jin Ping’s hands moved like a blur, his fingertips weaving faint blue Lingqi Threads in an elegant dance. The afterimage was breathtaking—practically textbook perfect!
This must be a true master.
Filled with awe, Jiang Ke’er didn’t know what to say, so she bowed her head and turned to treat another injured cultivator.
At that moment, Jin Ping spoke.
“Changing people won’t help,” Jin Ping said with the air of a detached sage, pushing up the small round glasses perched on his nose, his tone cold.
“If you don’t know how to properly sew a wound and just randomly stitch it, you’ll only cause misalignment and secondary injury… Don’t go harming more people.”
“Don’t worry, Senior Brother,” Jiang Ke’er replied with a humble, shy smile. “I know my limits.”
“Let’s hope so,” Jin Ping sneered, curling his lip. “Anyway, it’s not my disciples in the Hall of the Wild Dragon who’ll suffer.”
Jiang Ke’er smiled silently and knelt down to begin channeling Sacred Light into the next injured cultivator, carefully nurturing every wound within him back to health.
Now she was experienced and no longer fumbling like last time.
Her speed was at least several times faster.
In just over a minute, Jiang Ke’er finished treating one patient and moved on to the next.
She glanced up at Jin Ping and saw that this master had made great progress!
He had moved from stitching the arm to the fingers!
He was already working on the thumb!
Jiang Ke’er remained cautious, still filled with reverence and admiration as she hurried over to the next cultivator.
A faint white glow appeared, and this time she took only about 45 seconds—an even faster pace.
And what about the master?
Wow, he’d already stitched a tenth of the thumb. She had to work harder!
Don’t be fooled by his slow speed; he must be hiding some trump card! She had experienced similar tactics countless times during battles with System Dummies!
After all, he was a big shot from the Qiyao Realm—there was no way he’d be unable to finish stitching an arm!
Keep pushing yourself, Jiang Ke’er! You’re still far behind!
Filled with fiery passion and fighting spirit, Jiang Ke’er continued to improve herself.
Before long, she shortened her healing time for one cultivator to under 30 seconds!
“Phew, half of them are already healed…” Jiang Ke’er murmured softly, looking down at the cultivator on the ground.
The healed cultivators were still asleep, and Jiang Ke’er didn’t wake them.
After all, they had endured severe pain earlier, and sleep would help relax their nerves.
For the remaining half, Jiang Ke’er decided to increase her efficiency once more.
At that moment, the mocking laughter from the Hall of the Wild Dragon grew louder.
“Just pinching the wound closed and calling it healed? The Victory by Spirit method from Lingyin Valley is really impressive!”
“Take a good look! This is what stitching means! This is what Medical Cultivators do! Newbie, learn from Senior Brother Jin Ping!”
“Senior Brother Jin Ping is so cool! Look at those steady needles, those steady hands! This is what they call threading the needle and guiding the butterfly!”
Hearing the jeers, Jiang Ke’er glanced over at Jin Ping.
He was still stitching at an incredible speed. The thumb was done, and he was now sewing the index finger.
Blue threads fluttered through the air—a truly impressive sight. Jiang Ke’er couldn’t help but show a look of admiration. “Senior Brother is truly a senior.”
After admiring him, Jiang Ke’er continued treating patients with her own method.
The cultivators from the Taiming Sect were beginning to feel insulted.
Although no one stopped Jiang Ke’er’s seemingly unreliable approach, they grew anxious and whispered among themselves.
“What exactly is Lingyin Valley’s Little Junior Sister doing?”
“Sigh, it’s so embarrassing.”
“Is this really the right way to do it?”
Even the Senior Sisters from Lingyin Valley frowned.
Just as they were about to say something, Yiqin Shifu gestured for silence.
“Don’t speak. Focus on observing Little Junior Sister’s technique. Don’t jump to conclusions.”
Yiqin Shifu watched Jiang Ke’er intently. From a distance, she couldn’t clearly see what was happening but sensed something was off.
The cultivators treated by Jiang Ke’er seemed to breathe more steadily, their faces no longer showing unconscious pain.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ke’er kept treating each patient as if facing an enemy, pushing herself to improve again and again.
Now, she had shortened the treatment time for a fully injured cultivator to under fifteen seconds!
This should be her current limit.
She breathed a sigh of relief and raised her head.
Only one Taiming Sect cultivator remained untreated—the very one Jin Ping was stitching.
Jin Ping concentrated deeply, a hint of pride curling at the corner of his mouth.
He had just improved his stitching technique again, successfully reducing the time to sew one finger by about one percent!
Indeed, real combat was the best way to improve oneself~
Having finished sewing the index finger, Jin Ping glanced around happily.
Only three fingers remained to be sewn, and once the right hand was fully stitched, a tidal wave of cheers erupted from the crowd of Hall of the Wild Dragon cultivators.
“Is this the Lingqi Thread Suture Technique?”
Without Jiang Ke’er realizing, she had crouched beside Jin Ping, watching his stitching with admiration.
“Not bad! This is the greatest wisdom of modern Medical Cultivators!” Jin Ping said proudly. “It’s the fundamental skill of Medical Cultivators everywhere! Whether for external wounds or internal injuries, it’s extremely useful!”
“Oh~” Jiang Ke’er sighed deeply. “But…”
She scratched the back of her head, looking puzzled. “I think your stitching technique isn’t that great…”
“Hm?”
Jin Ping’s eyes widened angrily, and he looked down at Jiang Ke’er with disdain.
“You dare insult the suture technique, insult the great wisdom of our predecessors? With your pathetic skill that can’t even pull Lingqi Threads? Do you deserve it?”
“No, I’m not insulting the suture technique,” Jiang Ke’er shook her head.
“The suture technique is flawless. It has saved countless lives on the brink of death. How could I dare insult it…”
“Hmph,” Jin Ping finally cooled down a bit.
“…I’m insulting you, Senior Brother!” Jiang Ke’er seriously corrected him.
“???”
Jin Ping trembled with anger.
“The suture technique is powerful, but frankly, Senior Brother, you’re really terrible,” Jiang Ke’er said earnestly, her face full of sincerity.
“…Do you have the guts to say that again?”
Jiang Ke’er sighed helplessly and took a deep breath.
“Honestly, Senior Brother, you’re not just terrible, you’re arrogant and awful. You use the suture technique like garbage.”
After finishing, Jiang Ke’er blinked innocently. “Are you satisfied now, Senior Brother?”