Amid the adoration of the entire audience, Lin Xuan carried Xuanzhu and her sisters to the Mystic Glaze Throne, overlooking the whole venue.
Mu Youqing sat beside them. Her dark hair fell straight like a waterfall, her youthful face shone as brightly as the sun, and her goose-yellow dress was as beautiful as a painting, making for a most pleasing sight.
Xuanzhu and her sisters saw a towering structure standing at the center of the venue, reaching a full hundred li into the sky.
Every floor of the tower was covered in countless tiny holes, from which emerald mystic light flickered and surged, making it look remarkably miraculous.
Little scholar Xuanzhu was the first to raise her hand and ask:
"Daddy, what is that tower?"
Lin Xuan smiled. "This tower is called the Medicine God Tower. It was built by the world's first-generation Medicine God!"
Xuanxi hurriedly asked, "Then what is this tower used for?"
Lin Xuan said, "This tower has ninety-nine floors. Each floor stores dried corpses painstakingly refined by the first-generation Medicine God. These corpses all died of illness, and the diseases they suffered from were exceedingly rare and difficult. The higher one goes among the ninety-nine floors, the more complex and difficult to diagnose the ailments of the stored corpses become."
"The Dao Discussion Assembly tests the diagnostic and healing abilities of cultivators who practice both alchemy and medicine. They may use their spiritual energy to touch the mystic light shining from the small holes in the tower, thereby diagnosing and identifying the illness of the dried corpse corresponding to that floor."
"Once they have confirmed the illness and devised a treatment plan, they may refine pills that meet the requirements and shoot them into the small holes. The dried corpses inside will automatically absorb those pills.