Wu Fa, Wang Cai, Cui Chong, and the others all smiled fondly. They adored the little one, and it had to be said that a cute little girl naturally had an advantage.
"We now announce that the competition has resulted in a tie for first place."
Huangfu Huisheng and the others were dumbfounded. Are you kidding ? A tie for first place? But then again, the female shaman did succeed. Although the dicinal mud was disgusting, it was indeed effective.
"I will give this little friend *The Huangdi's Canon of External dicine*," Wu Fa announced. He couldn't call her his granddaughter, worried that mbers of the Zong Faction or even Wu Dao's people might be present. The conflict in the Ghost Valley was truly terrifying. Many systems, if passed down from ancient tis without adapting and still clinging to old customs, were now nothing but decayed traditions. Ghost Valley, with its endless struggle between factions... In his eyes, that particular rule had rotted to its core long ago. What era was this? Who still clung to those ancient ways?
"I will also give this female shaman *Thirteen Treatnts for Shamanic Healing*," he added. "I believe this is what you both need."
The little one and the female shaman both nodded. The little one planned to give the book to Wu Tian. That way, she could tell him they were even, and he should stop trying to take advantage of her by asking for massages.
The female shaman, however, was overjoyed. She finally had a chance to revive the art of shamanic dicine!
Wu Fa carried the lost dical texts on his person, tucked into a large inner pocket of his suit that was more than spacious enough to hold a few books. After handing them to the female shaman and the little one, Wu Fa urged, "Cherish them. This is the precious wisdom of our ancestors."
The female shaman and the little one nodded.
Suddenly, the female shaman put away *Thirteen Treatnts for Shamanic Healing*. She looked serenely at the little one beside her and chuckled. Her facial muscles were so stiff that it was a laugh without a smile. "Little one, would you like to learn shamanic dicine? I can take you on as my disciple, or… accept you on behalf of my master."
Qin Yuhan, Wu Tian, and Murong Yezi all stepped forward.
"I refuse," the little one said, having already made up her mind as she vigorously shook her cute little head.
"All right then." Seeing this, the female shaman sighed, her eyes filled with disappointnt, but she still forced a smile. "It doesn't matter, little one. I rarely respect practitioners of Chinese dicine. They are often self-important charlatans, but you are different. I hope we can et again."
The little one was disappointed. You're not going to make things difficult for ? She had been hoping the shaman would give her a hard ti. It would have been a perfect chance to put her in her place and teach her a lesson, but unexpectedly, nothing happened!
The female shaman was baffled. Why is the child unhappy that I'm not making things difficult? The world of children is so hard to understand.
Chuckling to herself, she left.
By then, Wu Tian, Qin Yuhan, and Murong Yezi had reached the little one's side.
"Congratulations," said Qin Yuhan. "You're the champion."
"Hugs," the little one demanded, haughtily stretching out her arms.
Qin Yuhan happily scooped her up. Her daughter is so young, yet already so brilliant. I adore her beyond words!
"Champion!"
"Champion!"
"Champion!"
At the sa ti, deafening cheers erupted from the audience. Countless people's faces flushed with excitent, especially the won. The little one was so cute and impressive that many of the younger ladies wanted to rush up and plant a few kisses on her cheeks. The journalists were also snapping pictures wildly. They didn't care about the shaman woman; it couldn't be helped, as looks were what mattered. In an instant, the entire square was engulfed in a sea of excited noise.
But not everyone was pleased. Murong Jiusi, for example, gritted his teeth and muttered, "This chance to beco famous was supposed to be mine! How could my dicine have failed in the first round?"
"There's a second round after the first," Huangfu Huisheng said, his old face solemn. "Even your grandpa wouldn't be up to the second round."
"Grandfather, I might have gotten incredibly lucky in the second round! It's not impossible," Murong Jiusi argued.
Huangfu Huisheng, however, was in no mood to lecture his grandson. He had to find the little one. I'll use my most powerful weapon: an appeal to the greater good. I'll persuade her to join the Chinese dicine Association and strive for the revival of Chinese dicine. I'll get her to hand over *The Huangdi's Canon of External dicine*. If the Chinese dicine Association becos stronger, there will be hope for Chinese dicine!
With this in mind, Huangfu Huisheng hurriedly approached the little one, his gaze fixed intensely on her. "Young friend, I have a matter to discuss with you."
"No thanks, old man," the little one said, shaking her head in a blunt dismissal.
This scene made many of the won still in the audience burst out laughing. Adorable! This little one is just too cute! But for Huangfu Huisheng, the child before him was becoming rather… irritating.
"Little friend, between Chinese and Western dicine, which do you think is more popular now?" For the sake of his grand cause, Huangfu Huisheng maintained a kindly smile.
"Duh, Western dicine, of course," the little one replied matter-of-factly.
Qin Yuhan, a powerhouse in the business world, saw right through Huangfu Huisheng's ploy but held her tongue because Wu Tian was present. Wu Tian, for his part, was quietly watching the scene unfold, making it clear he was just enjoying the show.
"Right, Western dicine is more popular than Chinese dicine," Huangfu Huisheng said with a pained expression, his old eyes brimming with tears.
The audience fell silent. Many practitioners of Chinese dicine sighed in agreent. So of them had already been forced by circumstances to incorporate Western thods into their own practices. anwhile, the Western physicians, particularly those from the Foreign States, snickered smugly from the sidelines.
"So what should we do about it?" the little one asked, her eyes darting curiously.
"The hope for Chinese dicine to surpass Western dicine was once incredibly faint, but now, things are different!" Huangfu Huisheng's disheartened deanor vanished, replaced by excitent. "Our school of Chinese dicine now has you! You are our hope!"
"Join the Chinese dicine Association and work for the betternt of our country's traditional practice," he urged. "I will devote all of my resources to nurturing your talent."
Huangfu Huisheng's impassioned words won the approval of many Chinese dicine practitioners present.
"The President is right!"
"President Huangfu is cultivating new talent for Chinese dicine! His dedication is truly admirable!"
"The President is a truly benevolent man."
These surrounding comnts made Huangfu Huisheng's heart swell with joy. His face bead with an expression of sterling integrity as he continued, "Your *The Huangdi's Canon of External dicine* can elevate our Chinese dicine Association's strength to a whole new level. You are now the hope of Chinese dicine. Little friend, you…"
"Hard pass!" the little one shouted, having already tuned him out.
What? The surrounding Chinese dicine practitioners were astonished. How can this little girl be like this? Is she just going to stand by while Chinese dicine is being suppressed by Western dicine?
Huangfu Huisheng was sowhat prepared for this response. My appeal to the 'greater good' must not have been strong enough. I need to be even more dramatic. For instance, if Chinese dicine is suppressed by Western dicine, the dignity of the Dragon Country will be lost, and so on...
"Say one more word and you'll die. Believe ?" At that mont, a bloodthirsty grin touched Wu Tian's lips. "Now, hurry up and get lost. I have family business to deal with and I'm in no mood to bother with an ant like you. But if you talk again, you'll have to face the consequences."
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