Chapter 143: The Healer Named Qu
Yun Jiao finally understood why Hall Master Xu had summoned her. Within the current teaching system of the Celestial Sect, cultivation techniques, formations, and talismanic arts were all dominated by the Qingyang Sect. Each sect had its own methods for basic introductory spells, and most possessed at least a few inherited traditions regarding magical artifacts. The only area the Celestial Sect was truly lacking in was spiritual healing.
The threshold for becoming a healer was simply too high. One had to first master the foundations of medicine before even beginning to study spiritual healing—and medical knowledge was not something that could be learned overnight. A normal apprentice would need years just to get started, let alone advance to the level of a spiritual physician.
When Yun Jiao had first started her training programs, she had indeed thought about opening a healing class. But eventually, she gave up on that idea. Healing arts were completely different from formations or cultivation techniques. For one, medicine was far harder to understand; and more importantly, the medical system she had learned belonged to a completely different world.
In her understanding, the human body’s anatomy and the metaphysical system of spiritual meridians were two entirely separate structures. When her Grandmaster had taught her the way of healing, she had instinctively fused the two into one, yet also kept their boundaries distinct.
Her medical foundation came from her original world. For her to teach others, she would need to teach all the medical science she had learned from university—every subject, every branch. That meant students would have to study everything she had studied from elementary school through university and even postgraduate research in order to fully grasp her current level of medical expertise.
The time required for that was one issue, but more importantly, medicine was a serious field that always danced on the edge of life and death. The slightest mistake could lead to irreversible consequences. For that reason, even though she had opened countless other training courses, she had never considered opening a medical one. The medical world had no room for “half-baked” practitioners.
She would only pass on the healing arts to those who already had a solid foundation in medicine—like the healers who had once accompanied her to the western city.
Yun Jiao fully supported Hall Master Xu and the others in their desire to cultivate more healers, and she couldn’t help but feel curious about this mysterious figure they spoke of, someone said to possess extraordinary healing skills. Compared to her own complex and massive medical foundation, a local healer with native knowledge might be more qualified to teach and better suited for this world.
She even considered discussing the matter with her Grandmaster later—perhaps she could use the healing manuals he had passed to her as teaching material. After all, she had already distributed several copies of them to the healers who went with her to the western city. Of course, that would depend on whether this man truly had the skill they claimed.