After a prolonged silence, until the air in the room was about to suffocate, Ye Chenghong let out a sigh.
That sigh was filled with helplessness, shock, and the weariness of ti.
At this mont, Ye Chenghong’s emotions were extrely complex. Originally thought to have died twenty years ago, the person was actually alive. Back then, after Yu Rou and Yu Hai’s siblings entered the dicine Sect, Yu Hai fell seriously ill. From that point on, a chronic ailnt had afflicted his right thigh. Even though he later cultivated evil skills, that spot remained his weakest point.
Initially, on the cliff’s edge, Ye Chenghong relied on Yu Hai’s weakness, teaming up with Old Master Gu and others to subdue him.
"But Master, there’s sothing I’m confused about." An Yiqing suddenly spoke up, "Back then, you and Grandpa Gu had to join forces with others to subdue Yu Hai. But just now, though it was only , I managed to make him flustered. Reasonably speaking, twenty years have passed, and his strength should have advanced by leaps and bounds."
Ye Chenghong furrowed his brows slightly, agreeing with An Yiqing’s puzzlent.
"Don’t dwell on it now. There’s plenty of ti to figure it out later." He waved his hand, stood up from the sofa, "Tomorrow is the award ceremony, get a good night’s sleep tonight. Poison dicine Sect suffered a silent loss today, you’ll be busy later."
Having said that, he pushed the door and left An Yiqing’s bedroom, walking slowly towards his own room.
An Yiqing knew that Master must be feeling uneasy inside. Twenty years ago, when the crazy Yu Rou regained her senses at the last mont, sacrificing her life, only then did Master manage to subdue Yu Hai. It was thought Yu Hai had died, but twenty years later, he appeared again.
Yu Rou died, yet Yu Hai remained alive.
How could Ye Chenghong not feel upset?
Sighing helplessly, An Yiqing stood up, took off the black sportswear she was wearing, and went to the bathroom to burn it. Along with it, she burned the half-left ear of Guh Siyi that she had grabbed off the floor from Shi Ying’s room before leaving.
The dical arts of Poison dicine Sect are advanced, reattaching an ear is easy. Of course, An Yiqing wouldn’t let Guh Siyi remain so complete; she’d have to wander around with half an ear from now on!
After a deep sleep, early the next morning, the disciples of the dicine Sect woke up in high spirits.
Today was a big day, the award ceremony for the dical competition, and a new dical star was about to be born!
Every year, the dical competition selects a champion team and the individual award of a dical star. The dical star selected each year is not necessarily a mber of the champion team but is undoubtedly the most outstanding individual in the competition.
At this mont, everyone was discussing who the dical star of this year would be.
So people said it would be An Yiqing, others contended it would be Lancelot from the Divine Institute, while so supported contestants from the Genesis Team. In any case, there was support for all candidates, but An Yiqing and Lancelot were the most favored.
As one of the popular choices, An Yiqing was leisurely sitting in the contestant seats. Next to her was the representative judge who always appears at the last mont. The old professor was whispering sothing to An Yiqing, seemingly sowhat helpless by expression.
"Professor, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but the Life Reviving Needles is a secret of the dicine Sect and cannot be taught to outsiders. Are you trying to get my master to kick out?" An Yiqing sighed helplessly, after half an hour, the old professor kept insisting on her teaching him the acupuncture technique from yesterday. However, the Life Reviving Needles are a secret technique of the dicine Sect, and cannot be passed to outsiders. Besides, the key to saving the living dead yesterday was the spiritual dicine refined from Spirit Spring, not the Life Reviving Needles. If I did teach him, wouldn’t that be exposing the truth?
The old professor widened his eyes but had no address. Although he wanted to learn the acupuncture technique, he didn’t want to force her.
"Then I’ll compromise, in the future, you make ti each year to co to my place for a month, we can exchange and learn from each other." He paused, seeing An Yiqing rolling her eyes again, imdiately raised his voice, "You can’t refuse. So many people in the dical field want to discuss and exchange ideas with , yet I refuse them! You must agree!"
An Yiqing twitched the corner of her mouth, helplessly glanced at the old professor, and reluctantly nodded in agreent.
"I promise you, in the future, I will set aside a month each year to visit your institute for exchange and learning. However, I have many obligations, when I go must be under my discretion."
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