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Murong Yezi's tone was icy. It was the first ti Wu Tian had ever heard her speak to him like that.

"It was all a coincidence." Thinking of his encounter with Wu Fa, Wu Tian could only manage a bitter smile. "Let's talk about it when we get back."

Murong Yezi snorted and turned her head away, refusing to look at him again.

Wu Tian was left speechless. Mother has always been so reasonable in my eyes. I never thought she'd have such a proud and prickly side.

At the sa ti, another matter beca even clearer to him. I only managed to trick the little fellow once. But her? Without

even realizing it, she's already tricked

twice. Just how terrifying is this child? It must be said, those blessed with great fortune are not to be trifled with. The little fellow is destined to beco a ruthless Great Emperor, supre among all beings. And what about , Wu Tian? If not for the Nine Dragon Ring left by the Creation Martial Emperor, I would have had no fortune at all, fated to, at best, beco a King of Soldiers. Four years ago, during my chance encounter with Qin Yuhan, if I hadn't been struck by the Nine Dragon Ring, I would have worked painstakingly for a year. Then, Wu Fa, unable to bear watching

struggle, would have arranged for kidnappers to abduct

to the Foreign States. I would have finally achieved the status of a King of Soldiers and returned to the city. That was my original fate. Of course, at this mont… my destiny is mine to control, not the heavens!

He now possessed earth-shattering abilities.

Now, the little fellow had brought out the potion.

"Granny Wang Cai, please take another look," the little fellow called out in her sweet, childish voice.

"Alright." Wang Cai walked over happily. She found the child utterly adorable. In her heart, she now had two little darlings. One was her own nineteen-year-old daughter, who was skilled in psychology. The other was this delicate child before her, who sohow possessed an overflowing, domineering aura.

anwhile, Wu Fa scanned the surroundings for any suspicious individuals. From ti to ti, his gaze drifted to Murong Yezi, and he sighed inwardly. Back then, I swore I would defy my family's arranged marriage. But they drugged

with a virility potion, and what was done could not be undone. Afterward, I wanted to find Murong Yezi, but my cousin, Wu Dao, already had his eyes on .

"This… this is the Yin Yang Heart Restoring Pill!"

Wang Cai had only been humoring the child, not expecting much. To her surprise, the mont she slled the concoction, she felt refreshed and revitalized. Her complexion instantly improved by a noticeable degree.

"What?" The crowd, hearing Wang Cai's announcent, was in disbelief.

So many famous physicians had gathered, yet besides the witch doctor, only one other person had succeeded—and it was a child? This reality shattered their perception of the world. Many were left dumbstruck.

Compared to the others' astonishnt, Huangfu Huisheng was even more profoundly shocked. As a physician who had researched dicine for many years, he understood the imnse difficulty of concocting the Yin Yang Heart Restoring Pill. So many had failed. He himself had failed. How could this child possibly succeed?

"No!" Huangfu Jiusi cried out, his face already red with humiliation. It seed he didn't mind losing a little more face.

"Indeed, it's his daughter," Cui Chong said with a laugh, staring dumbfounded at the dicinal decoction in the little girl's hands. "To achieve this in just three days… If Traditional Chinese dicine is to be revitalized, the presidency of the Chinese dicine Association must go to her. It can be no one else."

"Huangfu Huisheng will not agree to relinquish his position as president," another judge comnted.

Cui Chong pondered for a mont before saying, "This position is like the throne of an Emperor in the world of traditional dicine. How many would be willing to give up such a noble station?"

"Since ancient tis, the throne has belonged to the virtuous! Huangfu Huisheng has been the president of the Chinese dicine Association for over fifty years! What progress has Traditional Chinese dicine seen in that ti?" Xiao Tianzan roared, his fists clenched in fury. "When the Sword Emperor recomnded him for president, no one objected. But look what he has done! He runs advertisents on television, on computers, and in the streets, making wild claims about the effects of the dicines his association develops. But when people use them, the results are poor! He's made everyone in our country think Traditional Chinese dicine is a scam, allowing Western dicine to run rampant in the East! Whose fault is this?"

Though in his thirties, Xiao Tianzan's blood still burned with passion. He was like the great general, Yue Fei.

His rage bristled, a crown of fury; by the railing, the ceaseless rain finally ceased.

He gazed up and let out a long howl to the heavens, his heart churning with heroic passion.

Thirty years of rit are now but dust and dirt; an eight-thousand-mile journey under clouds and moon.

Do not let your youth's hair turn white in idleness, only to grieve in vain.

The sha of our nation is not yet avenged; when will the hatred of its subjects be extinguished?

We shall drive our chariots through the Helan Mountain pass.

With heroic ambition, we'll feast on barbarian flesh; with laughter, we'll drink the blood of the Xiongnu.

Let us start anew, reclaim our old lands, and pay respects at the Heavenly Que.

People from the Foreign States look down on the people of Dragon Country, and so people of Dragon Country even look down on themselves. If this continues, what hope is there?

Zhou Weimou sat there, at a loss for words. I'm just the Great General of the South, here to guest-judge for a bit. How did I get dragged into this kind of rhetoric? If soone with ill intentions were to spread these words, even I would have a hard ti clearing my na.

Wu Fa and Wang Cai began discussing the results of the Divine Doctor Conference with Cui Chong and the other judges.

Everyone waited. Would the champion be the female witch doctor or the little girl?

Many hoped it would be the girl. The very term "witch doctor" conjured feelings of eeriness, dread, and fear. Even Huangfu Huisheng found himself hoping the girl would win.

Huangfu Jiusi couldn't understand why.

Huangfu Huisheng shot him a glare and whispered, "Rember, we are physicians of Traditional Chinese dicine. We walk the Righteous Path. Witch doctors follow crooked ways. How can we let her obtain The Thirteen Arts of Zhu You? If witch doctors gain enough power to stand on equal footing with us, it would be a disaster. This child, however, should be one of us. We can guide her into the Chinese dicine Association. And if she obtains Huang Di's External Treatises, we can compel her to hand it over. We will remind her that surrendering it to the Chinese dicine Association is a great deed for the benefit of all future generations."

"Right, right, right!" Having followed his grandfather for many years, Huangfu Jiusi naturally understood the hidden aning. "With Huang Di's External Treatises, it's not impossible for Traditional Chinese dicine to surpass Western dicine! Then, Grandfather, our Huangfu Family will go down in history, just like Hua Tuo, Bian Que, and Li Shizhen, rembered forever!"

Huangfu Huisheng nodded. As the president of the Chinese dicine Association, his dical Technique was only his secondary weapon.

His primary weapon was nad 'Righteousness'.

Holding a gaphone, Wu Fa addressed the audience. His voice was loud, imposing, and full of the iron-willed authority of a hardened warrior. "This Divine Doctor Conference, in my view, has been a heart-stopping and soul-stirring event, even attracting a witch doctor from seclusion."

He continued, "We have now determined the champion. The little one's dicinal decoction was flawless. The witch doctor's dicinal mud was also impressive. Besides these two, all the physicians present demonstrated comndable skill. But a champion must be chosen, and the prizes are the long-lost 'Huang Di's External Treatises' and 'The Thirteen Arts of Zhu You'. The champion of this Divine Doctor Conference is…"

Wu Fa paused, exchanging a look with Wang Cai, Cui Chong, and the other judges. They had decided to announce the na together, bringing the Divine Doctor Conference to a grand close.

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