With a hum, golden scrolls of light unfolded above each desk, solidifying into a shimmering script projected mid-air. Han Yu looked up.
Immediately, he recognized the structure.
Section One: Herb Identification and Classification.
Section Two: Medicinal Interactions and Contraindications.
Section Three: Simulated Pill Composition Based on Symptoms.
Section Four: Alchemical Failure Analysis.
And finally, Section Five: Advanced Theory and Multistep Formula Adaptation.
Li Mei had only shown the last section alone to him twice—and even then, only as examples. It wasn't meant for outer court disciples. Even in the test, the last one was a filter. It was meant to separate the wheat from the chaff.
To see who truly managed to stand out.
Han Yu's lips curled slightly.
'Looks like they're serious.'
He dipped the bamboo brush into black ink and began writing.
His movements were calm. Efficient.
