Chen Yuan, after having collected some medical herbs from the hospital, returned to his residence and spent some time concocting several bottles of Body-Tempering Liquid.
The picture he had seen at the hospital today still left him with a sense of surprise.
If he hadn't misseen, that picture contained the 'Primordial Hundred Herbs.'
In the Tianqi Continent, this type of Spirit Grass was especially used for concocting Heavenly Foundation Pills. Although it wasn't difficult to find, it wasn't exactly common either.
Although both Heavenly Foundation Pills and Yuanji Pills were used during the Foundation Establishment Stage, their effects were worlds apart.
The Heavenly Foundation Pill not only increased Spiritual Energy cultivation but also augmented Divine Sense Power, something that the Yuanji Pill couldn't match.
On Earth, where Spiritual Energy was so sparse, how could he not be surprised to find such Spirit Grass?
As for the competition? He wasn't worried at all. If he lost to a bunch of mortals, what was he even doing?
After two uneventful days had passed, the time to attend the conference arrived.
Chen Yuan arrived early at the location he had agreed on with Old Man Fu, only to find that Old Man Fu had also arrived early.
"Old Man Fu, why are you also so early," Chen Yuan greeted.
"Hehe, yes, has the honored nephew prepared the medicinal liquid?" Fu Qin asked carefully.
Chen Yuan casually tossed the medicinal liquid over to Elder Fu and asked, "Can we set off now?"
Fu Qin hurriedly and carefully caught the medicinal liquid, his gaze towards Chen Yuan somewhat resentful. If it were thrown to the ground, what would happen? This thing is so precious, and you're just tossing it around that casually?
"I'm sorry, honored nephew. Xiaoqing should be arriving soon, let's wait a bit longer," Fu Qin said, as he saw Chen Yuan had prepared the medicinal liquid. He glanced at the time, his brows creasing slightly with dissatisfaction.
That morning, as Fu Qin was about to leave the house, she insisted on having breakfast with Han Xiao and said she'd come after eating.
Moments later, the roaring sound of a sports car approached.
A Porsche 911 stopped in front of Chen Yuan and Old Man Fu. A handsome, tall man dressed in a casual suit stepped out of the car, accompanied by Fu Xiaoqing, who had a love-struck face.
"Why so late? Didn't I tell you to come earlier?" Fu Qin was clearly dissatisfied.
Before Fu Xiaoqing could speak, Han Xiao next to her said with a gentle smile, "Dean Fu, I insisted on making Xiaoqing accompany me to breakfast. Please don't blame her."
Seeing Han Xiao saying so, Fu Qin had no choice but to let it go and took the chance to introduce, "Han, this is our hospi..."
Before Fu Qin could finish introducing Chen Yuan, he was interrupted by Han Xiao, "Dean Fu, it's getting late, we should hurry to the airport."
"Huh, is this little brother a new driver or security? How come I haven't seen him before?" he looked at Chen Yuan with a challenging tone.
Fu Xiaoqing's face was a bit embarrassed. She tugged at Han Xiao's sleeve and whispered, "Brother Han Xiao, don't say... I forgot to tell you about it just now..."
Han Xiao, unconcerned, continued:
"Lucky you, it seems Dean Fu values you quite highly, taking you with him to the conference. You should learn well, broaden your horizons at this summit. All the big shots will be there, and you might not get to see them again in the future."
"Cough cough," Fu Qin cleared his throat and said, "Han, didn't Xiaoqing tell you? I've already given the spot for the conference to Chen Yuan. You won't be able to join this time, but next time if there's a chance, I'll take you."
"Sure, yes, let's go... what?" Han Xiao came back to his senses, his face full of astonishment.
"Brother Han Xiao, I've been trying to find a chance to tell you this morning. There are only two spots, and grandpa decided to take me and him," Fu Xiaoqing said with some difficulty.
At this moment, Han Xiao finally understood the situation clearly, realizing that he was the superfluous one.
He looked at Chen Yuan, who was wearing a light smile, his expression awkward.
A sinister look flashed in Han Xiao's eyes, but then he forced a laugh, "No problem, no problem. Time's running short, you guys should get going."
And with Han Xiao saying so, Elder Fu found it difficult to say anything more and just said, "Xiaoqing, hurry up and get in the car. Xiao Han, you head back too."
Fu Xiaomei looked at Han Xiao, her voice soft, "Brother Han Xiao, don't worry, there will be many more opportunities in the future. I'm leaving now, drive safely back."
Han Xiao smiled and nodded, and after Chen Yuan and the others got into the car, the sunny smile on his face disappeared, and his gentle gaze turned venomous in an instant.
"I approached Fu Xiaoqing just to secure a spot to attend the medical summit, to make a name for myself! And now, you've stolen my rightful opportunity!"
"Kid, you just wait, I'll make you regret this!"
"And Fu Xiaoqing, along with Old Man Fu, you've gone back on your word, I'll make you pay the price!"
He clenched his fists, his features contorting somewhat fiercely as he watched Chen Yuan and the other two disappear into the distance.
...
After Chen Yuan and his companions left by car, they transferred to a plane and arrived three hours later at the location of the medical summit—Zhonghai.
Upon exiting the airport, the three of them got into a Mercedes that had come to pick them up and headed towards their destination—Qinghuai Villa.
Moments later, the car stopped at the entrance of an ancient-looking courtyard.
The area was vast, equivalent to four or five football fields. To build such a place in Zhonghai City, where in recent years every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, proved the economic strength of the summit organizers.
At the entrance to the villa, there were numerous luxury cars parked, with Audis being the lowest grade and the fewest in number.
There was no shortage of sports cars like Porsches and Ferraris, as well as luxury vehicles like Rolls-Royces and Lincolns.
The three guests handed over their invitations and the reception staff respectfully ushered them inside.
The interior decoration of Qinghuai Villa was extremely luxurious, with a unique style that was lavish yet not vulgar. The hall was brightly lit and filled with the crème de la crème of high society, all dressed in silk and jewels.
Those who came today were all distinguished figures in the medical community. Most of them knew each other to some extent and were now forming various small groups, engaging in eager conversations.
Chen Yuan, casually dressed in sportswear, stood out from the crowd and attracted quite a bit of attention.
Fu Xiaoqing was wearing a sky-blue evening gown today, and with her graceful figure and delicate features, she looked exceptionally stunning, drawing many eyes.
She looked at Chen Yuan, dressed like a country bumpkin, with a disdainful expression.
Chen Yuan declined an invitation from Fu Qin to go and greet acquaintances, choosing to eat at the buffet alone in the hall instead.
The crowd eyed Chen Yuan, the seemingly unsophisticated newcomer greedily gobbling up food, with sidelong glances.
Fu Xiaoqing, meanwhile, kept a disdainful distance from Chen Yuan, as if afraid that others might associate her with him.
Just then, a stir disrupted the hall, and the crowd turned towards the main entrance.
They saw a woman in a white dress and long skirt slowly walk into the hall.
Her attire and demeanor set her apart from the others, and her face was covered by a transparent veil as thin as cicada wings, making it hard to discern her true appearance.
However, the glimpse of her peachy eyes seemed enough to ensnare anyone who looked her way.
In this day and age, a woman dressed like this in public would normally be laughed at for half a day.
But as this figure, as if straight out of a Jiangnan painting, made her entrance, not a single person laughed; all eyes were fixed on her. The dress seemed tailor-made for her, devoid of any flashy accessories, yet there seemed to be a spiritual aura about her, a beauty that words could not capture.
Such was the beauty of this unparalleled woman—not relying on looks alone to captivate hearts, but with a delicate aura emanating from her bones that left people endlessly entranced, unable to shift their gazes.
All the women present, no matter how regally dressed, paled in comparison at the moment this woman entered.
And while everyone marveled at the significance of the summit that day, an elderly group with white hair emerged from the inner hall, surrounded by a crowd of people.
"Isn't that Elder Fu from Jishi Hall? In recent years, I haven't seen him attending in person."
"And there's Elder Yang, the president of the Chinese Medicine Association! What brought him here today? Previous summits only had the vice president attend," someone said, surprised.
"Eh, isn't that Minister Zhang from the National Chinese Medicine Bureau? What's happening today?"
"It seems today's summit has much more weight compared to the previous ones."
Just as the crowd marveled at the importance of today's summit, a middle-aged man dressed in traditional Chinese clothing, radiating scholarly elegance, approached with a gentle smile:
"Divine Doctor Mo, you've finally arrived, please come in!"
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