Hearing Chi Anxu brazenly challenge these well-known traditional Chinese dicine masters from Huaxia, everyone present was taken aback and then their eyes filled with angry expressions.
The masters themselves felt a wave of humiliation. A young man in his twenties actually had the audacity to challenge them, which was outright insulting.
However, they could only endure it, because given their age and status, it was naturally impossible to actually engage in a dical skill challenge with Chi Anxu. Otherwise, if they won, it was embarrassing, and if they lost, it was even more humiliating.
"Why, don’t you dare? It seems that your Huaxia traditional dicine really has declined, relying only on the support of a few old generations, and you still have the face to say that our Han dicine copies your traditional dicine. You’re really bringing sha on Huaxia."
Chi Anxu wore a disdainful expression, his words filled with contempt and mockery, causing those from the major families of Capital City and the Huaxia reporters present to all show anger in their faces.
"Whose kid didn’t clean their mouth after eating shit, talking so foul. Better go ho and wash your mouth out more."
A grating voice suddenly rang out, and everyone in Rejuvenation Pavilion turned their heads in unison to see a young man leading a woman by the hand, slowly walking in. The one who had just spoken was this young man, and the two of them were none other than Ye Luo and Ling Qingya.
Seeing Ye Luo appear, many people present showed a look of surprise, as they clearly recognized him. Since the Situ Family’s birthday banquet, probably very few in Capital City did not know of Ye Luo.
Mu Qingsong, seeing Ye Luo, finally felt a weight lifted from his heart, a smile appearing on his face.
"It’s you!"
Che Taiming and Pu Jingtian, upon seeing Ye Luo, both had their expressions change drastically. Especially Pu Jingtian, whose face turned extrely unsightly as he involuntarily clenched his fists, his gaze flickering with intense hatred.
"Jing Tian, what’s wrong?" Jin Shengtian, looking at his disciple in this state, couldn’t help but ask.
"Master, it’s this guy who put in the hospital with serious injuries," Pu Jingtian said through gritted teeth, his voice icy and filled with hatred.
"So it’s him." Jin Shengtian’s gaze swept over Ye Luo, sowhat unexpectedly. This guy had offended not just the Che family, but also the culprit who injured his disciple, quite a coincidence indeed.
"Don’t worry, after the match, I will take revenge for you," Jin Shengtian said in a low voice.
"Kid, who are you?"
Chi Anxu’s gaze was also fixed on Ye Luo. He had learned the Huaxia language very early on and naturally understood what Ye Luo had ant, so his face showed a hint of fury.
"You’re that ’Valley’ disciple, aren’t you? You do look quite fair, perhaps you’d make a good pretty boy," Ye Luo said carelessly, glancing over Chi Anxu and curling his lip.
"You..."
Chi Anxu’s expression darkened, his eyes flashing angrily as he glared at Ye Luo, about to act when his master held him back.
"Mu Qingsong, is the quality of you Huaxia people all so low?" the master from Goryeo looked at Mu Qingsong and said sternly.
"The quality of us Huaxia people is naturally high, but that also depends on the person. In dealing with those who like to plagiarize others’ things, naturally, there’s no need for high quality; it would simply be casting pearls before swine."
Ye Luo continued speaking, and his words infuriated Chi Anxu and others to the point of rage, prompting many in the crowd to let out a breath of relief, feeling quite pleased.
"Okay, you Huaxia people just like to show off with words, quickly let the younger generation co out and compete with my disciple, and stop all this empty talk," Konggu said with an indifferent expression.
"Konggu, the person from Huaxia who will accept your disciple’s challenge has already appeared. It’s him," Mu Qingsong said, pointing at Ye Luo.
"Him?"
Konggu, Chi Anxu, and others turned their gazes to Ye Luo, along with many others at the scene. The reporters’ microphones and caras all pointed at Ye Luo, sowhat astonished.
"Isn’t your grandson, Mu Jianchun, the strongest among your young generation in dicine? Why would you send such a young kid to compete? Who is he, and how co I have never heard of him?" Konggu glanced at Ye Luo and stared at Mu Qingsong, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Ye Luo smiled and said, "I’m just a security guard, so of course, you haven’t heard of ."
"A security guard?" Konggu and Chi Anxu were both stunned.
Konggu’s face darkened, and his eyes flashed with anger as he stared at Mu Qingsong, "Mu Qingsong, you’re allowing a security guard to compete with my disciple in a dical exchange? Are you insulting us, or are you so afraid of losing face that you’re sending a security guard, so that even if you lose, it won’t be shaful?"
"Having , a security guard, compete with your disciple is already more than enough respect for him. Sending soone of higher status would simply be a waste," Ye Luo retorted indifferently, his words enraging Chi Anxu.
"Alright, Konggu, you ntioned wanting a competition; our candidate is ready. Now you tell us, how exactly will this exchange take place?" Mu Qingsong spoke up.
A sinister look crossed Konggu’s eyes, "Fine, since you wish to send a security guard to compete with my disciple, I won’t stop you. However, I must make it clear—if this guy loses the exchange, you must admit in front of all these dia reporters here that Huaxia’s traditional dicine is inferior to Goryeo’s Han dicine, and declare that Han dicine is the true standard of dical practice."
Konggu’s words caused everyone from the major families and governnt officials present to change their expressions, finally understanding Konggu’s true intent, which was to discredit Huaxia traditional dicine.
The many Chinese dicine masters present tensed up, their faces filled with gravity. This was about the reputation of Huaxia’s traditional dicine; if Ye Luo really lost and they had to make such a statent, the honor of Huaxia’s traditional dicine would be utterly trampled.
"No problem!"
Mu Qingsong agreed swiftly, without a hint of hesitation, surprising the crowd. Could it be that Mu Qingsong had such confidence in this young man who was a security guard?
Konggu was also taken aback, once again glancing at Ye Luo, trying to discern what made him special. He knew that Mu Qingsong was a cautious man; daring to agree to such terms ant that Ye Luo was certainly no re security guard.
"Hey, what if you guys lose?" Ye Luo suddenly asked.
"What do you propose?" Konggu responded directly, looking at Ye Luo.
"If you lose, then you have to humbly admit that your Goryeo Kingdom’s Han dicine is entirely plagiarized from Huaxia’s traditional dicine. How about that?"
Ye Luo’s words twisted Konggu’s eyebrows and his gaze flickered. If such a statent were made publicly, it would completely disgrace everyone in Goryeo. If they truly lost, the reputation of him and his disciple in Goryeo would be utterly ruined. Che Taiming, Pu Jingtian, and others all had slightly shifting expressions.
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