Jinao Island was bustling with excitement. Over a thousand tracks were underway at once; every moment, someone was making a breakthrough, someone was setting a new record.
The images on the water screen kept switching, making people dizzy.
On the Alchemy Track, Alchemy Furnaces exploded one after another, filling the venue with smoke.
One disciple crawled out of the smoke, covered in soot. His hair had exploded into a bird's nest, and his face was as black as if he had just climbed out of a coal mine. Yet he held a plump top-grade Alchemical Pill in his hands and grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
On the Beast Taming Track, the Disciples entered with their Spiritual Beasts.
Some brought spirit hounds, some spirit hawks, and some spirit snakes.
One disciple had brought a spirit tortoise. It lay on the starting line and refused to move. The disciple crouched down and coaxed it for ages before it finally began crawling forward at a leisurely pace.
The entire venue burst into laughter.
On the Medical Dao Track, Yaoshi crouched before a severely injured simulated patient. He placed his fingers on the patient's wrist, closed his eyes in thought for a moment, then took silver needles from his medicine case and inserted them one by one.
With every needle, the patient's complexion improved a little.
When the final needle went in, the patient opened his eyes and said, "Thank you."
Yaoshi wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled shyly.
Below the stage, some Disciples sighed.
"Martial brother Yaoshi's needlework is incredible."
"His temperament is gentle. He was born suited for studying medicine."
"If I used needles, I'd only make the patient cry."
"That's why you aren't on the Medical Dao Track. I suggest you go to the Discipline Hall."
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