Urban All-Round Master

Capítulo 1353: Chapter 1387: Medicine King Hall Competition

“The Medicine King Hall competition is about to begin, and you come to me now. Just to tell me this?”

Wang Chongyang snorted twice coldly, not believing that this Zhang Sanfeng was anything good.

The two major Chinese Medicine Families have always had a strained relationship.

The purpose of coming to Dragon City’s Medicine King Hall is nothing but to grab some empty fame.

Of the four major Chinese Medicine Families, who would end up last? Who wouldn’t want to seize this opportunity to boost their own reputation?

“Heh heh, old Wang, the Divine Needle Sect should be centered around the Divine Needle, right?”

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng casually found a place to sit with the two young men he brought, smiling broadly.

“Why are you asking this?” Wang Chongyang asked cautiously, on guard.

“Heh heh, truth is, I’m just curious, really just curious. Your Divine Needle Sect should focus on the Divine Needle, yet suddenly you mention a ‘Skin Touching Technique’ successor. Somehow, it sounds a bit far-fetched to me?”

“Zhang, are you questioning our Divine Needle Sect’s successor?”

The more Wang Chongyang listened, the more uncomfortable he became. This guy wasn’t here to resolve old grudges, but clearly to mock him.

“No, no, no, old Wang. Look at your fiery temper, how am I mocking you? I’m just curious. You say your Divine Needle Sect has a ‘Skin Touching Technique’ successor. Truly deserving of the Divine Needle King title, producing such unique talents. Yes, yes, I have high hopes for him. Old Wang, I believe your Divine Needle Sect will win the Medicine King Hall competition this time!”

After saying this, the plump Zhang stood up from the chair, picked up the freshly brewed fragrant tea on the table, and drank it in large gulps, ignoring whether Wang Chongyang agreed.

“Senior Zhang, if you’re here to mock me and my father, there’s no need for such means. Medical ethics reflect personal morals. Your behavior today shows neither medical ethics nor personal morals. You might say I’m blind, but facts are facts, unless those people are truly blind!”

Wang Xiaomin spared no face for Zhang Sanfeng, scolding him harshly.

“Xiaomin, it’s been a few years since we last met, and look at how your sharp tongue has become even smoother. I wonder if your father taught you any principles on how to behave before you learned medicine?”

“Principles are spoken by people and heard by people. For those who can’t understand principles, there’s no point in explaining them, because only people understand principles!”

Wang Xiaomin was aggressive and unyielding.

“Some people’s so-called principles are like a loud fart, both smelly and loud! No matter how much is said, it’s just self-consolation. So why take it seriously?!”

Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes shone with wisdom. He calmly countered every sharp word from Wang Xiaomin without showing a trace of emotion on his face throughout the exchanges…

“Principles are always for those who can understand them! For others, no matter what is said, it’s just words that go in one ear and out the other.” Wang Xiaomin’s face was pale. The shameless old man opposite her had skin as thick as a city wall, no matter how she tried to provoke him.

She couldn’t incite any anger in Zhang Sanfeng.

“Alright! Xiaomin, don’t be rude to your Uncle Zhang!”

Wang Chongyang’s face was dark with anger. This was a blatant humiliation, and the two young men behind Zhang Sanfeng were his sons, both said to be very talented and skilled in the Broken Vein Skill, while his own son was always lost in indulgence, not comparable at all.

“Heh heh, old Wang, I’m just having a verbal spat with a kid. Look at how dark your face is. What? Are you really angry?”

“There’s no need to be angry over such a trivial matter. Alright. It’s about time. I think the Medicine King Hall competition is about to start.” Wang Chongyang’s tone was obviously low. Knowing he had no strength, he couldn’t continue to argue with Zhang Sanfeng without losing face.

“Haha… that’s more like it.” Zhang Wangba laughed loudly, moving forward to pat Wang Chongyang on the shoulder, mocking: “Old Wang, didn’t you say your successor would show up today? How is it that at this time, they still haven’t appeared? Are they frightened by this grand scene, afraid to show up?”

“Senior Zhang, some words, once said, have already cut deep. Pushing it further will only humiliate yourself!”

At this moment, Wang Xiaomin could no longer tolerate Zhang Sanfeng’s constant nitpicking.

If he continued to badger her like this, she wondered if she’d end up punching this old rogue in the face.

“Since that’s the case, let’s meet at the Medicine King Hall competition. I’d like to see who truly humiliates themselves!”

After speaking, Zhang Sanfeng glared, his fierce eyes sweeping over Wang Xiaomin…

“Why are you arguing with him? You’re younger, you should yield to him.”

Wang Chongyang’s face was pale, having given up on Lin Zifeng coming to the rescue, thinking he could only rely on his daughter.

“Father, didn’t you see the grin on that bastard’s face? He came knocking to humiliate us, am I supposed to treat him with respect?”

Wang Xiaomin is no pushover.

“What can we do? Your useless brother is to blame, born with a gift but infatuated with a lavish lifestyle. Sigh, enough. Talking about him only increases my worries. Let’s go, the Medicine King Hall competition is about to start.”

Watching her father’s frail and powerless back, Wang Xiaomin’s eyes welled up, feeling particularly uncomfortable.

Being a daughter, she often couldn’t help the family.

…

The Medicine King Hall was established by Gu Tianjiao’s predecessors in Dragon City, and over the years, the four major Chinese Medicine Families of Martial Arts host the Medicine King Hall competition every ten years.

To ensure traditional Chinese medicine doesn’t lose its lustre, they do everything to enhance the influence of Chinese medicine domestically and overseas.

Of course, the Medicine King Family uses this opportunity to promote their family to the highest headlines and boost their reputation.

Esteemed guests from domestic and international Chinese and Western medicine fields are invited as witnesses, and some Martial Arts leaders attend the competition, uniting the four most prestigious Chinese Medicine Families from Martial Arts. How could those in poor health miss such a rare opportunity?

The most hated person naturally is Gu Yimeng, the son of the Medicine King, Gu Tianjiao.

Reliant on his family’s reputation, he monopolizes the market by collecting and selling precious herbs at high prices, exploiting countless individuals.

These days, regardless of the ailment, medicine is inescapable.

(This is the fourth update today, please don’t say Huahua only writes one chapter, I’m asking for a Monthly ticket)