The elder and Zhang Fengtian were about the sa age, but today, Zhang Fengtian had paid homage to him as his teacher, saying, "It does not matter when one starts learning; the first to master it is the teacher." The elder liked this saying very much and accepted Zhang Fengtian as his disciple.
"So, you are Wu Tian?" the elder said, looking at him seriously. "I heard you are skilled in traditional Chinese dicine. Do you have a license? If not, treating people is a violation of the law! Do you know that?" He spoke with self-righteous indignation.
With narrowed eyes, Wu Tian looked at the elder and asked, "Who are you?"
"Huangfu Huisheng," he said with a gentle smile. "I'm sure you've heard my famous na." He was the president of the Chinese dicine Association and, in theory, oversaw all traditional Chinese dicine practitioners in Dragon Country. His smile couldn't hide his arrogance. Such a person couldn't be humble even if he wanted to.
"I haven't heard of your famous na," Wu Tian said with a slight nod, his face indifferent. The words "Chinese dicine Association" didn't faze him in the slightest.
Besides, he was telling the truth. He had never heard of Huangfu Huisheng's great na, only his small one. How could the president of the re Chinese dicine Association possess a truly great na?
Wu Tian's calm deanor took Huangfu Huisheng aback. He was the president of the Chinese dicine Association, the king of traditional Chinese dicine—the proudest achievent of his life. Yet, to the young man opposite him, this title seed to be of no significance. Huangfu Huisheng furrowed his brows slightly. "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of ," he said. "But when you do, you will understand just how glorious the na Huangfu Huisheng is."
Wu Tian shook his head, not wanting to continue the conversation. Holding the little one in his arms, he walked straight into the Herbal Company, not even offering Huangfu Huisheng a simple "goodbye" to end their exchange.
An awkward silence fell.
Huangfu Huisheng's face flushed with fury. What an unlucky day! He had heard from Zhang Fengtian that the Essence Liquid from the Herbal Company in Yang City was a huge success. So, he had gone there to discuss a collaboration with Xia Qian, only to be thrown out. Now, he had encountered this impolite young man.
"Zhang Fengtian, is his dical technique truly that exceptional?" Huangfu Huisheng couldn't help but ask again, watching as Wu Tian disappeared into the Herbal Company.
"Yes, Teacher. His dical technique… even now, when I think about it, it's still formidable," Zhang Fengtian nodded, a hint of fear in his voice.
He had hoped Huangfu Huisheng would help him regain his lost face, but when he thought about Wu Tian's dical expertise, he began to worry. Would Huangfu Huisheng be tricked by him, too? Would he also end up losing to Wu Tian? Had he brought Huangfu Huisheng here just to serve as a stepping stone for Wu Tian's growth?
Huangfu Huisheng snorted. "He lacks respect for his elders. For soone like that, dical ethics are nonexistent. His skills are useless, no matter how good they are."
After speaking, he flicked his sleeve and stalked away.
Zhang Fengtian hurriedly called out, "Master, wait for !" and shalessly chased after him, despite being in his seventies or eighties and the sa age as Huangfu Huisheng.
Wu Tian brought the little one to the Herbal Company, where Xia Qian welcod them with great enthusiasm.
"What brings you here?" Xia Qian asked curiously.
Wu Tian didn't hide anything and told her his purpose directly.
Xia Qian was surprised. The little girl is so young. Can she really learn dical techniques already? Many children her age are still wetting the bed. But then she rembered whose child the little one was, and her concerns vanished.
Xia Qian led Wu Tian and the little one to the dicinal herb storeroom, which spanned three floors underground. It was equipped with scientific instrunts that could artificially set constant, high, or low temperatures, as each herb had different environntal needs for growth. The Herbal Company was different from a typical pharmacy. Instead of just storing dried herbs, they preserved them through active "cultivation."
When Xia Qian had led them there, she learned that Wu Tian planned to teach his daughter. Not wanting to interrupt, she excused herself to handle company business.
Holding his daughter in his arms, Wu Tian entered the cultivation room.
"Do you sll that? There are many herbs growing in here." As Wu Tian spoke, he inhaled deeply, instantly distinguishing how many different kinds there were.
The little girl sniffed too, but she couldn't make anything out. She looked up at Wu Tian and said, "Dad, you looked really professional when you were sniffing the herbs just now. Like, a special kind of professional sniffing?"
"That's essential," Wu Tian said nostalgically. "My dical technique was taught to
by an old man. Every day, he made
sll herbs. The porridge I ate for breakfast was made with herbs, and even my baths were herbal baths."
Those were truly happy days, Wu Tian thought. Back then, he was a nobody in the Immortal Emperor Realm, but the old man had treated him well. He wondered when, or if, he would ever see him again.
Seeing how serious Wu Tian looked, the little girl couldn't help but laugh. "Wrong, wrong, Dad! I said you looked professional because… you looked just like a sniffer dog!"
Wu Tian was speechless. Just this morning, he had tricked her. And now, without even knowing it, she had gotten him back. Could this be karma in action?
As Wu Tian continued to teach his daughter dical techniques, Huangfu Huisheng returned to his newly bought villa in Yang City. It was purchased with money from the Chinese dicine Association.
However, as the president of the Chinese dicine Association, he felt that this money was, of course, his own. The Association's funds ca from donations by people who loved traditional Chinese dicine and wanted to contribute to its cause. But was there really any hope for it? Even he, the president of the Association, had lost all hope.
When he arrived at the villa, he found a young man standing outside.
Huangfu Huisheng was furious. "Jiusi, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the university?"
Murong Jiusi, his grandson, was a twenty-five-year-old top student at the University of Chinese dicine. Although still a student, he had already earned the nickna "Hua Tuo's Match."
Looking at his grandfather, Murong Jiusi smiled confidently. "Grandpa, with my dical skills, what could those trashy teachers at the university possibly teach ? I saw online that Yang City is hosting a Divine Doctor Conference, so I ca. Don't you think this is a great opportunity for , Grandpa? My reputation isn't widespread enough yet. People from all over the country still don't know
as 'Hua Tuo's Match.' This Divine Doctor Conference is my chance—a golden opportunity to make a na for myself."
"I know you're ambitious, Jiusi, but first place this ti belongs to your grandfather," Huangfu Huisheng said. He was determined to acquire the long-lost dical texts being offered as the prize.
"Fine, Grandpa. You take first, and I'll take second. I can still make a na for myself that way," Murong Jiusi shrugged nonchalantly, as if the results of the Divine Doctor Conference were already set in stone.
Huangfu Huisheng would be first, and he, Murong Jiusi, would be second.
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