Inside the hall, Lu Ye spoke at length with Sun Nianyue and vaguely gained some insight. His next goal should be to find a way to swiftly kill the Heavenly God Disciples.
If he could find one, this trial would surely yield an immense harvest.
As he was thinking this, Sun Nianyue suddenly glanced at the Crag Mountain Saber at his waist, her expression complicated. "After all these years, you're still carrying it?"
"Hm?" Lu Ye was startled. Did the Crag Mountain Saber have some special history in this trial scenario?
Sun Nianyue sighed. "We're frail medical cultivators, Junior Brother. We only need to save lives and heal the wounded; there's no need for us to charge into battle. You were like this back then too. You were clearly gifted beyond measure in the medical arts, yet you insisted on neglecting your proper path to become a Weapon Cultivator, angering Master. And even now..."
So I'm a frail medical cultivator... Lu Ye blinked.
Was there really something wrong with the Asura Arena? What did he know about the medical arts? Why had this trial assigned him such an identity?
He felt utterly helpless.
However, Sun Nianyue had indeed said earlier that the reason cultivators of the Zhongyou Realm regarded the Yunluo Sacred Land as the core of their resistance against foreign enemies was because this place was a Sacred Land of medical arts renowned throughout the entire realm.
Fierce clashes were bound to leave many people injured, and wounded cultivators would all return here to seek treatment. At present, all the medical cultivators in the Zhongyou Realm had gathered here.
Since Lu Ye's identity this time was the Holy Son of the Yunluo Sacred Land, his talent in the medical arts was naturally extraordinary.
But in truth, he did not