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Three months ago, the Divine Strategy Squadron studied the nationwide thunderstorm when it happened.

Anton mentioned transcending tribulation and ascending during the meeting.

The only one in all of Drakonia who could meet this condition was Johnathan.

Kaden's hopeful eyes fixed on Nash as he said, "Nashy, no matter where you go in the future, never forget that your blood carries the Drakonian lineage!"

Nash nodded and smiled. "General Copper, rest assured, I'll never forget my roots. Even if the day comes when I leave, I'll still do something for the country!"

"Having you say that is enough!"

Kaden burst into a wide smile.

Dallas took a deep breath, his gaze toward Nash changing slightly.

He naturally understood the implication in Nash's words. Nash did not practice martial arts but rather immortal arts, and those who practiced immortal arts would transcend tribulation and ascend. According to Anton's research, transcending tribulation and ascending likely meant going to another space.

"General Copper, let me treat your illness first!"

"Alright, I'll see how powerful your miraculous healing skills are!" Kaden smiled kindly.

Nash took out the Divine Needles and administered them to Kaden.

With the assistance of spiritual energy, Kaden felt a surge of warmth in his waist.

Ten minutes later, Nash withdrew the golden needles.

"It should be okay now, General Copper. Try getting up and taking a few steps."

Kaden stood up, straightening his back slowly.

It really did not hurt anymore.

He twisted his body a couple of times, marveling, "Your medical skills are truly extraordinary! By the way, do you have any disciples?" "None!" Nash shook his head.

"My great-grandson is very interested in traditional medicine. Why don't you see if he has the qualifications to be your disciple?"

Kaden treated Nash as no stranger.

Nash smiled and said, "Will it be appropriate for a descendant of a prestigious family to practice medicine-"

"Don't mention it. That kid has aspired to become a doctor and heal the world since he was young!" Kaden waved his hand to interrupt Nash.

Upon hearing this, Nash was slightly moved and had the thought of taking on a disciple. "How old is he this year?"

"I'll just call him over!" Kaden took out his phone and dialed a number.

As the commander of the Celestial Dragon Squadron, Nash was a safe bet for his grandson to disciple under.

After about half an hour, a 17 or 18-year-old flat-haired youth ran over from outside.

After glancing at Dallas and Nash, his gaze shifted to his great-grandfather.

As he gasped for breath, he said, "Great-grandfather... you called for me?"

Kaden chuckled. "Yorick, since you like traditional medicine, I found you a teacher!"

Yorick's expression changed slightly, his gaze shifting nervously between Dallas and Nash. He asked somewhat anxiously, "Great-grandfather... who did you find?"

Pointing to Nash beside him, Kaden

said, "This is Nash Calcraft, the commander of the Celestial Dragon Squadron. He's skilled in medicine. In the future, you'll learn medicine from him!"

Nash asked softly, "Doesn't Yorick need to go to school?"

With a bitter expression, Kaden sighed. "This kid has never been good at studying since he was young. The time he should be studying, he spends on researching traditional medicine!"

"Being so passionate about traditional medicine is rare. He's a good candidate!"

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observe Yorick. He could see his et

robust meridians, vigorous vitat energy and blood, and even a faint purple aura on his forehead.

Damn?

Spiritual roots?

Nash's eyelids twitched wildly. He was not just a good candidate for medical studies; he was practically a good candidate for cultivating immortality. With the decline of immortal arts and the rise of martial arts due to the scarcity of spiritual energy, it was rare to find individuals with spiritual roots.

Even Nash himself lacked spiritual roots and only managed to advance quickly in cultivation because of his dragon blood.

In other words, his master had used dragon blood to help him develop spiritual roots.

However, Yorick naturally had spiritual roots.

He had to accept him as a disciple!

Seeing Nash so young, Yorick could not help but frown. "Great-grandfather, I don't want to be his disciple!"