Inside the inner hall of Rejuvenation Pavilion, Mu Qingsong, the old master of the Mu Family, was seated in an armchair, his expression solemn. Beside him stood all the dical experts of the Mu Family, including many famous traditional Chinese dicine masters who had been recruited. At that mont, their faces flickered with various expressions.
"Master Mu, have you decided who will compete against the disciple from the empty valley, Chi Anxu? I heard that Chi Anxu is highly skilled in dicine, especially his acupuncture techniques are quite formidable. There are already hundreds of journalists outside, as well as people from various powers in the Capital City. We absolutely cannot lose this battle."
An elder with white hair and dressed in a white robe spoke with a grave face. He was a master in the traditional Chinese dical community of Huaxia, with over fifty years of study, and was among the most skilled masters in dicine recruited by Rejuvenation Pavilion.
"Rest assured, I already have a suitable candidate in mind," Mu Qingsong said indifferently. Apart from a few mbers of the Mu Family, no one else was aware that Ye Luo was the chosen contender.
Outside the Rejuvenation Pavilion, a large number of journalists had gathered, holding microphones, caras, and video recorders, and there were quite a few live broadcasting devices. The scene was indeed grand.
Soon, two black Audi A8s slowly drove up, drawing the gazes of all present.
As the car doors opened, several n in black, emanating a steady aura, stepped out, followed by Pu Jingtian, Che Taiming, and Jin Shengtian erging from the front, while Chi Anxu and an individual from the empty valley exited from the rear seat of the other car.
Chi Anxu, dressed in brand-na clothes with a fair and handso face, held an arrogant expression with a sharp gleam in his eyes. Glancing at the signboard bearing the three characters of Rejuvenation Pavilion, a cold smirk appeared on his lips.
As for the individual from the empty valley, he looked at the Rejuvenation Pavilion with a nostalgic expression, intermixed with intense humiliation and hatred. It was here that he was defeated thirty years ago, and today, he intended to let his disciple wash away the disgrace in this very place.
As the party from the empty valley made their appearance, a large number of journalists imdiately crowded around them, bombarding them with questions about this dical exchange and challenge between Huaxia’s traditional dicine and the Han dicine.
"Master of the empty valley, is the real purpose of bringing your most prideful disciple to Huaxia to challenge traditional Chinese dicine?"
"Master of the empty valley, thirty years ago, you were defeated by the previous Family Head of the Mu Family at Rejuvenation Pavilion; is this attempt to avenge your past loss?"
A flood of questions ca from the mouths of the journalists.
The individual from the empty valley had an indifferent expression and his eyes twinkled with an unusual light. He spoke, "I have brought my disciple here only to engage in exchange and learning with so traditional Chinese dical practitioners of Huaxia. I admit that the older generation of Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine is indeed formidable."
"However, I’m not sure if the younger generation of Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine has the sa exquisite skills, so I particularly wanted the young generation of both Huaxia traditional dicine and Han dicine to exchange and learn from each other, as a way to spar and jointly improve."
The words of the individual from the empty valley were high-sounding, leaving no loopholes to be found.
"Mr. Chi Anxu, do you have anything to say about this exchange and challenge with the traditional Chinese dicine of Huaxia?" The journalists’ gazes then collectively turned towards Chi Anxu.
A coldly arrogant smile appeared on Chi Anxu’s lips as he said, "I just hope that the younger generation of Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine isn’t too weak, as that would be quite disappointing to ."
This statent expressed Chi Anxu’s arrogance and disdain for the strength of the younger generation of Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine. It also caused many nearby people to feel displeased, thinking this person was too arrogant, degrading their Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine.
"Alright, let’s go inside," Kugu said coldly, leading the way into Rejuvenation Pavilion, with Chi Anxu and others following behind. A large group of journalists followed, carrying their equipnt into Rejuvenation Pavilion.
As the headquarters of Rejuvenation Pavilion, its space was quite large, which was necessary to accommodate so many people. Many representatives from the major families of Capital City, including so governnt bigwigs, stood inside, clearly attaching great importance to this exchange and challenge.
"Where is Mu Qingsong? When an old friend arrives, shouldn’t you co out to et him, or are you too scared to show your face?"
As Kugu entered Rejuvenation Pavilion, he swept his gaze across the room and spoke in a chilling tone that did not mince words, causing many from Rejuvenation Pavilion and Mu Family to frown, their eyes filled with anger.
"Kugu, after so many years, you haven’t changed a bit,"
the voice of Mu Qingsong rang out as he, accompanied by a group of dical masters from the Mu Family and Rejuvenation Pavilion, walked out from the inner hall, his face wearing a gentle smile.
"Mu Qingsong!"
Kugu’s eyes locked onto Mu Qingsong, a flash of coldness in his gaze as a surge of aura flowed through him, his body radiating with hatred and humiliation.
"Kugu, thirty years have passed, and you still haven’t let go," Mu Qingsong said, speaking plainly and directly.
"The reason I lost to you back then was simply because your martial arts strength was greater than mine. Today, I have brought my disciple to exchange knowledge, and I also want to see the dical skills of the younger generation of Huaxia. Do you dare to et this challenge?" Kugu coldly retorted.
"The traditional Chinese dicine of Huaxia has a history of thousands of years, with its dical techniques profound and extensive. It simply cannot be compared with your so-called Han dicine. Even among the younger generation, we are full of talent. Since you want to exchange and learn, what is there for us to fear?"
Mu Qingsong’s words, filled with reason and resonance, subtly belittled Han dicine and earned a round of applause from the audience.
Kugu’s face turned sowhat ugly, his eyes revealing a glint of darkness as he said, "Anyone can talk big. I really want to witness just how capable the young generation in the world of Huaxia traditional Chinese dicine truly is."
"I’ve heard that your grandson Mu Jianchun is the strongest among the young generation of your family and that he’s been called the ’Young Hua Tuo.’ It seems his dical skills must be quite good. Let him co out and have an exchange with my disciple An Xu to see whose dical skills are superior."
Hearing Kugu’s words, many people inside Rejuvenation Pavilion shifted uncomfortably, their gazes inevitably falling on Mu Jianchun, who was standing beside Mu Yunlong, and the latter looked sowhat embarrassed as he watched Chi Anxu.
"This must be the young master of the Mu Family. I’m sure you must have inherited your grandfather’s true skills, and your dical skills must be quite good. Why don’t you co out and exchange knowledge with my disciple?" Kugu’s eyes swept towards Mu Jianchun, his voice cold.
"Him? He’s not worthy to be my opponent," Chi Anxu said, casting a disdainful glance at Mu Jianchun, filling the latter with indignation.
"To save you the embarrassnt later, I’ll give you a chance. Let these people have an exchange with instead,"
Chi Anxu said arrogantly, his eyes scanning the traditional Chinese dicine experts from Rejuvenation Pavilion.
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