Su Ling Realm, Southern Border Dynasty, Eight Passes City, Han Family Manor.
The Han Family Manor was the humblest in Eight Passes City, yet many desired to acquire it. This was because the Han family was located in the city center, making it an ideal spot to build a commercial pavilion, with daily profits estimated in the tens of thousands.
Han Ma Yan, the Han Family Head, steadfastly refused the great noble families, for this was the Han family's ancestral land, and it could not be torn down for money to build a commercial pavilion.
"Useless!"
In the Han family's main hall, a middle-aged man angrily slammed the table, glaring at the juniors practicing martial arts.
"My Han family has always had gifted warriors, so why is this generation so weak and foolish?"
The middle-aged man was Han Yun Lai, the Fourth Family Head of the Han Family Manor. A slender young man holding a fan spoke:
"Fourth Brother, there's no need to get worked up. If they can't be soldiers, they can be scholars. After all, the Han family has been both soldiers and scholars for generations. Why be so strict?"
The young man was Han Xuan, the Fifth Family Head of the Han family. He was always carefree and didn't care much for family rules.
"What are you thinking? Eldest Brother was severely injured in battle, his cultivation foundation destroyed, and now he can only lie in bed waiting to die. If we don't quickly get these juniors to make up for it, those great families will use this to climb all over us!"
An old man with grizzled hair walked over and sighed:
"You two, quiet down a bit. Eldest Brother is resting."
"That's right. Even without Eldest Brother, the four of us family heads are still here to hold things up."
Another old man emerged from the kitchen, carrying some pastries.
The grizzled old man was Han Chuan, the Third Family Head, while the other old man, holding a plate of pastries, was Han Song, the Second Family Head of the Han family.
"Come on, Han Wu Tian, come here to Grandfather Song."
Han Song, the Second Family Head, held out the plate of pastries towards a 6-year-old child who was holding a dry bamboo stick as a sword.
Despite his young age, Han Wu Tian had smooth, fair skin, thin, rosy lips, a high nose bridge, double eyelids, and unusually blue eyes. Most notably, he had white hair since birth.
Han Wu Tian scurried over and happily sat on Grandfather Song's lap. The child took a bite of the tiger-shaped pastry in his hand.
"Grandfather Song, I read in an ancient medical text that three taels of Gan Quan, one tael of Xuan Pu, two roots of Blood Gu medicine, and the blood of a Snow Mountain Deer will help Grandfather restore his foundation."
Han Song, surprised, picked up the child and asked:
"What ancient medical text is that?"
Han Wu Tian shook his head and said:
"I only know it was a medical text, but before I could read the title, Fourth Grandfather gave it to the brothers to practice their sword fighting. The book was chopped into pieces and thrown away."
Han Song glared at Han Yun Lai, nearly scaring the man out of his wits.
"You rotten scoundrel! I told you not to take anything of Tian'er's and destroy it!"
Han Yun Lai could only awkwardly laugh and wave his hand. Han Wu Tian then said:
"But I know that ancient medical text was very accurate. Grandfather will recover."
Han Song nodded and smiled:
"Han Xuan, why aren't you going to do it right away? Are you going to wait until Eldest Brother is dead before you make the medicine?"
"Second Brother, I finished writing it down the moment Tian'er complained about Fourth Brother."
Han Xuan smiled and walked out the gate, saying this.
All five Han family heads knew that Han Wu Tian's mother had died in childbirth, and his father's body had been left on the battlefield. Only his grandfather, the First Family Head Han Wu Dao, remained by the child's side.
At three years old, Han Wu Tian could think and speak far better than other children. At four, he could read books, and at five, he could practice martial arts quite proficiently. Now, at six, the child was using a dry bamboo stick as a sword.
And this child's medical knowledge was quite remarkable. Just last year, Han Xuan was severely injured, and even the best physicians prescribing medicine couldn't cure him.
But this child, after a moment's consideration, stated the cure. At the time, everyone was indifferent, thinking the child was merely joking, but Grandfather Han Wudao, doting on his cherished grandson, instructed the physician to prepare the medicine exactly as Han Wutian had said.
The result was that Han Xuan not only recovered but also looked several years younger, and his cultivation progressed smoothly for a long period.
Now that Han Wutian had prescribed treatment again, they naturally had to act quickly.
Han Wutian finished his pastry and said:
"Second Grandfather, I still have to practice my swordplay. I hope Grandfather recovers soon so he can play with Tian'er."
Han Song patted the cute child's head and said with a smile:
"Tian'er has already prescribed medicine for Grandfather, so of course he'll recover and play with Tian'er."
Han Wutian nodded, then ran back to his usual spot, picked up his dried bamboo stick as a sword, and continued practicing his swordplay.