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 Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine community."
Afterward, Mu Qingsong directly spoke about the challenge issued by practitioners of Korean dicine from the Goryeo Kingdom, including that the challenge would take place at the Rejuvenation Pavilion tomorrow, disclosing the entire matter.
Upon hearing this, Ye Luo’s 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 couldn’t 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 dical experts, there must be many dical prodigies in the younger generation. For instance, your grandson Mu Jianchun is quite skilled in dicine."
Hearing Ye Luo’s words, the expressions on Mu Qingsong and Mu Yunlong’s faces beca sowhat embarrassed. The forr said, "Brother Ye, as you know, although my grandson has so ability, he is arrogant due to his talent and has yet to truly master the art of dicine."
"The disciple brought by Empty Valley, Chi Anxu, has fully inherited genuine dical skills, and his achievent in acupuncture is no less than Empty Valley’s. Empty Valley himself is a master who specializes in acupuncture. If it weren’t 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 Valley’s acupuncture technique. In tomorrow’s competition, they will undoubtedly choose acupuncture for the challenge. Brother Ye, I saw your acupuncture at the Qin Family’s place. That Gui n 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 Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine and the legitimate contest with Korean dicine. 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 Luo’s character made him disinclined to show off in such competitions, but this ti, it involved a contest of honor between Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine and Goryeo’s Korean dicine.
As a practitioner of Chinese dicine himself, he naturally did not want to see his country’s dical practices surpassed by those of another country. Moreover, the Korean dicine of the Goryeo Kingdom had originated by pilfering the essence of Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine and creating its own branch—it was clearly counterfeit, and the original could not let the counterfeit surpass it.
However, Ye Luo’s character was not such that he would readily make a move without conditions.
"Elder Mu, I understand all that you’ve said, and I’m willing to make a move, but only if Elder Mu can promise one condition," Ye Luo stated.
"What? You want to set conditions?" Mu Yunlong’s expression changed.
Mu Qingsong’s 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 dicinal herb, but I haven’t been able to find it. I wish to rely on the Mu family’s strength to help find it."
"Which dicinal 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 we’ve 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 Family’s long history, we have never obtained it. I’m afraid finding it will be...," Mu Qingsong said to Ye Luo with a slight frown.
"It’s alright; I only asked you to help look for it, not to find it right away. As long as you agree to help search, I will participate in the competition tomorrow," Ye Luo said directly.
"Good. I will arrange for soone to search for the Seven-Saliva Grass imdiately and notify you as soon as there’s news," Mu Qingsong said, his face showing a hint of relief.
"Fine, I’ll be heading to the Rejuvenation Pavilion tomorrow. I’m also curious to see just how formidable these so-called young dical 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 Qingya’s 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 so impudent youngster challenging the traditional dicine of Huaxia. Old Master Mu wants 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 dical skill, he had never considered anyone a true opponent, not even National Doctor Mu. He wasn’t 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 dical skills incredibly powerful.
anwhile, in the Bentley, Mu Yunlong looked at his father, Mu Qingsong, and spoke after thinking for a mont, "Father, do you really intend to help that guy find the Seven-Saliva Grass? We haven’t 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 wouldn’t need to search for it," Mu Qingsong replied, his eyes sparkling with a sharp light.
"Father, I’m thinking of sending Jian Chun there. What do you think?" Mu Yunlong said suddenly.
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Mu Qingsong’s 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 Chun’s aptitude, I’m afraid..." Mu Qingsong shook his head.
"That’s 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 Qingsong’s expression changed repeatedly, filled with hesitation and reluctance.
Mu Yunlong’s 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 you’ve put it that way, I’ll try. But whether Jian Chun can achieve anything even if he enters the Elixir Sect depends on his own destiny. I hope he won’t let our efforts go to waste."
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