Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 283 - 285 The Dragon’s Underside (3/7)

My intuition is never wrong, the little girl hummed to herself. But where exactly is the mistake in this prescription?

Her bright, big eyes stealthily glanced at the others. She noticed that Huangfu Huisheng and his companions had very calm expressions. In their view, this round was no different from the previous one. They were given herbs and a prescription without any information on quantities, the only difference being an extra type of herb this time. Just like in the previous round, they began their work.

Oh, forget it. I'll figure out what's wrong once I try, the little girl thought. With that, she also took a portion of herbs, plunged her hand into the large jar, and began her unorthodox maneuvers!

Meanwhile, the other woman was sizing up the contestants. Seeing that they had already begun preparing their remedies, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh softly, "Chinese medicine truly seems to be on the decline. Instead of focusing on their own efforts to enhance their Medical Technique, they're scheming to suppress the resurgence of my shamanic medicine. I really don't understand what goes through people's minds."

It's like two restaurants on the same street. Restaurant A serves terrible food, while Restaurant B's food is delicious, so everyone goes to Restaurant B. Instead of trying to improve its own dishes, the owner of Restaurant A resorts to slandering Restaurant B, as if driving it out of business would suddenly make Restaurant A profitable. But even the most foolish customers still have eyes. If only Restaurant A remains and its food is still awful, they'll just go to another street to eat. Perhaps this is one of the reasons for the rise of Western medicine. She found the whole situation laughable.

She hadn't started yet; she was still studying the prescription.

The other Physicians had already begun their work, and the audience's gazes swept over them. Those who had failed in the first round watched with envy. Anyone who passed this round could potentially gain access to lost medical texts like the *External Classic of the Yellow Emperor* and the *Therapeutic Methods of the Thirteen Departments*.

Huangfu Jiushi stood among the audience, unable to face Wu Tian now. He placed all his hopes on his grandfather, the president of the Chinese Medicine Association. Huangfu Jiushi had absolute confidence in him.

Zhang Fengtian asked, "Senior Brother, aren't you upset?"

"I'm three parts upset and seven parts pleased," replied Huangfu Jiushi. "As long as the champion is from the Huangfu Family, that's all that matters."

Zhang Fengtian nodded. With Wu Tian not participating in the Divine Doctor Conference, Master Huangfu Huisheng had an excellent chance of winning the championship and obtaining the lost medical texts.

Finally, the woman made her move. However, she didn't use her hands. Instead, she let the insects on her body disperse to eat the various herbs.

This scene baffled many in the audience.

"What is she doing?" Qin Yuhan frowned. She had only ever heard of shamanic medicine, never witnessed it, so she had no idea how its practitioners healed people or prepared remedies. No one had paid any attention to this unremarkable woman during the first round.

She's already realized the prescription is flawed and is trying to figure out how, Wu Tian thought. His Spiritual Sense had already seen the contents of the prescription with perfect clarity. It included one useless herb and was missing a vital one. This wasn't something Wu Fa had done on purpose; in fact, Wu Fa himself didn't know what was wrong with the prescription. Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to convene this Divine Doctor Conference in the first place.

As for why the woman was letting her Gu Worms feed on the herbs separately, his Spiritual Sense made it even clearer. She was having them consume different combinations of the herbs—some worms ate three types, others ate four, and so on. She was using her Gu Worms as test subjects to figure out exactly what was wrong with the prescription. Among this group of contestants, this woman's Medical Technique was the best.

Historically, shamanic medicine was on par with Chinese medicine. But now, with the essence of Chinese medicine having been lost, the core principles that shamanic medicine had preserved seemed superior. No wonder the current practitioners of Chinese medicine wanted to suppress it and prevent its resurgence.

"Should we help her?" Qin Yuhan asked, looking at Wu Tian. She cared for their daughter more than anyone. She couldn't bear to see her child cry or even look the slightest bit sad; her heart would soften instantly.

"Don't worry," Wu Tian said. "With me here, she'll be fine."

That shamanic practitioner, judging by her aura, carries the bearing of a champion today. This is fate, what people call being "destined by the heavens." In the unseen tapestry of the world, destiny has already chosen its favorite. But fate, too, has its hierarchies. For a gathering as modest as this Divine Doctor Conference, how powerful could its destiny be? If I willed it to be defied, would it dare to conform?

As time trickled by, someone finally finished preparing their remedy. The first was Huangfu Huisheng, and his creation was, as always, a medicinal decoction. When he poured the liquid from the earthenware pot into a bowl, the other Physicians on the field stopped what they were doing. Their president had already succeeded. What was the point of them continuing to try? The Divine Doctor Conference only rewarded the first-place winner. Second place, third place, and so on received a bit of fame, but no tangible benefits.

High atop the tower, Wu Fa and Wang Cai had already descended. They walked out of the structure and appeared before the crowd.

The moment Murong Yezi saw Wu Fa, her body trembled. Wu Tian steadied her. Qin Yuhan also helped support her, asking with confusion, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Wu Tian remained silent, unsure how to explain the situation.

Murong Yezi stared at Wu Fa's figure, her elegant, beautiful face filled with an unspeakable longing. But at that moment, Wang Cai emerged, walking with her arm linked through Wu Fa's. Murong Yezi noticed this immediately. Her entire being seemed to freeze as she repeatedly murmured, "Who is she? Who is she?"

Wu Fa also noticed the change in Murong Yezi's expression, and his own heart felt as if it were bleeding. Yezi... oh, Yezi, please don't be like this. Do you have any idea how much it hurts me to see you like this? My heart feels like it's being torn apart!

But he couldn't approach Murong Yezi in this situation. He had brought copies of the lost classics from his family. The people from his sect would definitely know he was here; his cousin, Wu Dao, would certainly be aware of his whereabouts. It was highly likely that their agents were already scattered among the audience. He had to pretend that he didn't know Murong Yezi.

Wu Fa and Wang Cai didn't spare Murong Yezi a single glance, walking right past her as if she were a complete stranger.

Murong Yezi felt a sharp pain pierce her heart. The man I've waited for all these years... could he truly be so heartless?

Murong Yezi's body trembled and her footsteps faltered. If Wu Tian hadn't been supporting her, she would have collapsed.

Wu Tian's expression grew grim. If Wu Fa didn't give him a proper explanation, then Wu Tian would show him no courtesy. Ever since he was a child, his mother was the only one who had raised him. He didn't know the meaning of the word "father"! Whoever made his mother unhappy was his enemy. Wu Fa was no exception. All living beings were no exception. The heavens and the earth? They were no exception either!

Everyone has an inverse scale, a point of absolute vulnerability. For Wu Tian, his inverse scales were Qin Yuhan, Murong Yezi, and their little girl. A dragon has an inverse scale—touch it, and you die. He, too, had his—touch them, and you will perish.