Mu Qingsong replied with a wry smile, "To be honest with Brother Ye, this competition is tied to many things, even involving the honor of Huaxiaâs traditional Chinese medicine community."
Afterward, Mu Qingsong directly spoke about the challenge issued by practitioners of Korean medicine from the Goryeo Kingdom, including that the challenge would take place at the Rejuvenation Pavilion tomorrow, disclosing the entire matter.
Upon hearing this, Ye Luoâs brows knitted slightly, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes. He had not expected this kind of situation; the people from the Goryeo Kingdom were indeed very arrogant.
"What do you think, Brother Ye?" After speaking, Mu Qingsong couldnât help but look towards Ye Luo.
Ye Luo responded calmly, "Even so, I expect that with the reputation of the Mu family as a family of medical experts, there must be many medical prodigies in the younger generation. For instance, your grandson Mu Jianchun is quite skilled in medicine."
Hearing Ye Luoâs words, the expressions on Mu Qingsong and Mu Yunlongâs faces became somewhat embarrassed. The former said, "Brother Ye, as you know, although my grandson has some ability, he is arrogant due to his talent and has yet to truly master the art of medicine."
"The disciple brought by Empty Valley, Chi Anxu, has fully inherited genuine medical skills, and his achievement in acupuncture is no less than Empty Valleyâs. Empty Valley himself is a master who specializes in acupuncture. If it werenât for the fact that my strength was superior to his thirty years ago, I might not have been able to win that competition."
"That alone proves the prowess of Empty Valleyâs acupuncture technique. In tomorrowâs competition, they will undoubtedly choose acupuncture for the challenge. Brother Ye, I saw your acupuncture at the Qin Familyâs place. That Gui Men Thirteen Needles technique of yours was so astounding that even I was astonished."
"With you participating, we will definitely win. This competition is connected to the reputation of Huaxiaâs traditional Chinese medicine and the legitimate contest with Korean medicine. We absolutely cannot lose. Otherwise, it would be a complete disgrace to Huaxia. I hope Brother Ye can lend a hand."
Mu Qingsong spoke rapidly, evidently wanting Ye Luo to take part.
In reality, Ye Luoâs character made him disinclined to show off in such competitions, but this time, it involved a contest of honor between Huaxiaâs traditional Chinese medicine and Goryeoâs Korean medicine.
As a practitioner of Chinese medicine himself, he naturally did not want to see his countryâs medical practices surpassed by those of another country. Moreover, the Korean medicine of the Goryeo Kingdom had originated by pilfering the essence of Huaxiaâs traditional Chinese medicine and creating its own branchâit was clearly counterfeit, and the original could not let the counterfeit surpass it.
However, Ye Luoâs character was not such that he would readily make a move without conditions.
"Elder Mu, I understand all that youâve said, and Iâm willing to make a move, but only if Elder Mu can promise me one condition," Ye Luo stated.
"What? You want to set conditions?" Mu Yunlongâs expression changed.
Mu Qingsongâs gaze swept over Mu Yunlong before looking mildly at Ye Luo, "What condition? Speak, as long as the Mu family can manage it, we will definitely agree."
"I need a certain medicinal herb, but I havenât been able to find it. I wish to rely on the Mu familyâs strength to help me find it."
"Which medicinal herb?"
"Saliva Grass!"
When Mu Qingsong and Mu Yunlong heard these three words from Ye Luo, their expressions grew solemn, and their eyes narrowed.
Mu Yunlong looked at Ye Luo with a touch of indignant anger, "This Saliva Grass is an exceedingly rare spiritual herb that weâve only read about in ancient texts. We have never seen it in person. Where do you expect us to find it?"
"Brother Ye, the Seven-Saliva Grass is indeed a rarity in this world. Even with our Mu Familyâs long history, we have never obtained it. Iâm afraid finding it will be...," Mu Qingsong said to Ye Luo with a slight frown.
"Itâs alright; I only asked you to help me look for it, not to find it right away. As long as you agree to help me search, I will participate in the competition tomorrow," Ye Luo said directly.
"Good. I will arrange for someone to search for the Seven-Saliva Grass immediately and notify you as soon as thereâs news," Mu Qingsong said, his face showing a hint of relief.
"Fine, Iâll be heading to the Rejuvenation Pavilion tomorrow. Iâm also curious to see just how formidable these so-called young medical experts of the Goryeo Kingdom really are," Ye Luo said, a confident and nonchalant smile playing on his lips.
Soon, Ye Luo returned to Ling Qingyaâs side to continue eating, while Mu Qingsong and his group headed out directly.
"What did Old Master Mu want to talk to you about?" Ling Qingya asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"Nothing much, just some impudent youngster challenging the traditional medicine of Huaxia. Old Master Mu wants me to teach him a lesson," Ye Luo replied nonchalantly, clearly not putting Chi Anxu in his eyes, or rather, in his eyes no one but his old master mattered.
In terms of medical skill, he had never considered anyone a true opponent, not even National Doctor Mu. He wasnât afraid of the old man, believing that he could surpass him in all aspects apart from cultivation realm, especially with his Clairvoyant Eye, which made his medical skills incredibly powerful.
Meanwhile, in the Bentley, Mu Yunlong looked at his father, Mu Qingsong, and spoke after thinking for a moment, "Father, do you really intend to help that guy find the Seven-Saliva Grass? We havenât even seen this herb, let alone know where to find it, and even if we do find it, do we really intend to give it to him, considering its value?"
"We have made a promise, and we must uphold it. Whether we find it or not, all we need to do is our best. Besides, he probably wants the Seven-Saliva Grass to make elixirs for his master; otherwise, he wouldnât need to search for it," Mu Qingsong replied, his eyes sparkling with a sharp light.
"Father, Iâm thinking of sending Jian Chun there. What do you think?" Mu Yunlong said suddenly.
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Mu Qingsongâs gaze sharpened as he looked at Mu Yunlong, "Are you suggesting we send Jian Chun to the Elixir Sect?"
"Yes, I want him to study the Alchemy Technique there. Once Jian Chun masters the Alchemy Technique, it will surely take our Mu Family to the next level. Perhaps even joining the Hidden Sect may not be out of reach," Mu Yunlong said, his eyes gleaming.
"Ah, you should know how strict the Elixir Sect is about taking on disciples. With Jian Chunâs aptitude, Iâm afraid..." Mu Qingsong shook his head.
"Thatâs why I need you to step in. Given your relationship with that individual from the Elixir Sect, it will surely be possible for Jian Chun to be accepted," Mu Yunlong said, his gaze fixed firmly on Mu Qingsong.
"This..." Mu Qingsongâs expression changed repeatedly, filled with hesitation and reluctance.
Mu Yunlongâs expression darkened, "Father, for Jian Chun and the future of the Mu Family, please agree."
Mu Qingsong frowned deeply, his gaze flickering with complex emotions. Finally, he sighed and said, "Alright, since youâve put it that way, Iâll try. But whether Jian Chun can achieve anything even if he enters the Elixir Sect depends on his own destiny. I hope he wonât let our efforts go to waste."