The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 216 - 208 Emperor Ying - Your ancestor, my disciple [2 more updates]

Chapter 216: 208 Emperor Ying: Your ancestor, my disciple [2 more updates]

Those peach blossom eyes, full of amorous charm, hooked up with a smile.

As if they were a galaxy, profound and captivating.

Yet the middle-aged man felt as if he had seen something terrifying, his legs gave out, and with a “plop,” he kneeled on the ground.

Fu Yunshen slowly stood up, indifferently said, “I won’t bully you, we’ll do everything by the book.”

Yun Wu understood, “Yes, young master.”

The middle-aged man was taken away by two young people, having lost control of his bladder and bowels, sweat soaking through his clothes.

He finally regretted it.

Originally, he was only tempted by the high bounty and thought posting a terrain map wasn’t a big deal.

But he hadn’t expected that just after he blended in and had hardly taken a few steps, he was discovered, failing to succeed.

So he forgot something.

This man, he was the most terrifying existence.

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**

Ying Zijin left the Central District and headed to the Bounty District.

It was no different from the online forum; here too, one could take on bounty tasks.

In the days before the internet, hunters received their tasks in this way.

Most in the Bounty District were hunters, though many had changed their faces.

Except for some who simply weren’t afraid of revealing their identities.

Ying Zijin strolled deeper inside and overheard the conversation of some hunters nearby.

“Still no change in the number one spot on the Bounty List this time, big shots are big shots, after all.”

“How long have you been off the forum? Don’t you know? The top ranked big shot showed up in person; you could try if you’re curious.”

“No way, just thinking about it is enough. Not to mention the number one, even the tenth could finish me off with a flick of a finger.”

“I wonder when a big shot will take up the bounty on the number one, we’ll definitely need a live broadcast on the forum!”

In the center of the Bounty District, there was a large screen, comparable to the giant advertising screens in international mega-cities.

It was absolutely eye-catching.

Anyone who entered could simply lift their head to see the red letters in the first row of the large screen.

NO.1: Diviner

Bounty Price: Due to the excessive length of the figure, the screen was unable to display it.

Below that, the bounty for NO.2 had already reached fifty billion dollars.

Ying Zijin, expressionless, pressed down on her hat brim and took out her cellphone, unlocking it with her fingerprint.

She opened the NOK forum and logged on.

Of course, she wasn’t using the account of the Diviner; it was a new alt account she had created.

[Guide]: I’ll give you ten seconds to remove me from the Bounty List.

[10]: !!!

[10]: At the start, I would’ve removed it without a second thought, but now I can’t, do you know how many people want to get you? Do you think it’s just because of me that you’re staying put at the top of the Bounty List?

[10]: From the first day I posted your name, people haven’t stopped upping the ante, your bounty has skyrocketed so fast it’s dumbfounded me, so… aren’t you aware of what you’ve done in the past?

[Guide]: It’s been over two hundred years.

[10]: That just shows how charming you are, and how many people are thinking about you. Just to mention one, some family whose name I forgot recently messaged the admin, willing to pay a high price for your information.

[10]: They said their family has been handing it down from generation to generation, the mission to find you, I don’t know if they want to kill you or not, they’ve never even seen you.

[10]: Of course, I didn’t sell it, we have such a good relationship, how could I possibly sell it, right?

[Guide]: You talk as if you could find me.

[10]: …

Let’s not say.

Even with the advanced technology and the internet.

If the Diviner doesn’t want to be found, then she won’t be found.

Ying Zijin pressed her temple and closed the chat box.

She moved on, intending to take a look at the place where bounty medicinal materials were listed.

“Have a look, take a look, the most accurate Zhou Yi fortune-telling.” Someone was shouting ahead, “Ladies and gentlemen, just 1000 dollars, come on!”

Ying Zijin glanced to the side.

It was a very shabby stall with a Chess Banner standing next to it, like those seen in ancient dramas.

On it was an Eight Trigrams map.

Behind the stall, two young people squatted, both quite young, around twenty. The girl was the one who had been shouting just now.

Upon seeing that she was from Hua Country, the girl immediately switched back to the language of Hua Country.

She stood up quickly, grasped a sachet from the stall, and said eagerly, “Miss, I see darkness on your face, you must be in imminent danger. Just buy one of these carefully crafted sachets from me, I guarantee you’ll live to a hundred.”

“It’s not expensive, just one hundred thousand, what do you think?”

Ying Zijin nodded slightly, “Mhm, a hundred cassia seeds, one for each year.”

The girl’s expression shattered instantly, “…”

She nudged the young man next to her and whispered, “Damn, brother, I think she’s the Fortuneteller, she actually knows what I’ve put in here.”

The young man seemed to come to his senses, lifting his head, “What?”

Ying Zijin stopped in her tracks, her gaze falling on them.

She didn’t see the names of these two people.

Even if they were ancient martial artists, she would have been able to see their names.

Ying Zijin pushed the sachet away and nodded, “What is your family name?”

“I walk without changing my name, and I sit without changing my surname,” the girl blinked, “but miss, if you want to know my name, you’ll have to buy it.”

“It’s not expensive, just five hundred. We’re from the same place, you can use our own currency. If you don’t have cash on you, here.”

She immediately flipped out a card with two QR codes on it, “Do you prefer WeChat or Alipay?”

“…”

Five seconds later, with a “ding” sound, the money was transferred.

“Thank you, boss!” The girl’s eyes sparkled, and without hesitation, she sold herself out, “My name is Di Wu Yue, and he is Di Wu Feng.”

Ying Zijin’s pupils darkened.

Di Wu.

As expected.

Imperial city, Di Wu Family.

They didn’t have as high a profile as the Nie Family or the Mu Family, but their strength was definitely not low.

When Xiu Yu mentioned things about the imperial city, she wondered if the fortuneteller family who had duped Xiu Yu was the Di Wu Family.

It seemed that was the case.

She couldn’t see their names because they indeed belonged to the Divination Family.

“Miss, can you also divinate?” With the money in hand, Di Wu Yue was as delighted as if she had seen a relative, “That’s great, brother, don’t you think?”

Di Wu Feng gave Di Wu Yue a cool glance, “Yes.”

“Miss, you’re so good at divination and also have money,” Di Wu Yue immediately started packing up her belongings, “I’ve decided, I’m going to follow you.”

Di Wu Feng slowly got up, moving leisurely, apparently planning to follow as well.

Ying Zijin glanced at them and said nothing more, continuing on her way.

Di Wu Yue grabbed her bedding and followed as well.

“If it weren’t for—” Ying Zijin paused but did not say the rest.

Di Wu Yue followed eagerly, “If it weren’t for what, miss?”

Ying Zijin turned around with an expressionless face, not really wanting to bother.

If it weren’t for the fact that their direct ancestor was her disciple, she would have kicked these two out with a foot each long ago.

**

Imperial city.

Luxurious Embroidery Headquarters.

It had been less than five days since the International Fashion Design Competition happened.

Yet in that short span of time, Luxurious Embroidery had experienced an unprecedented low.

Even with the support from the Ke Family, it was beyond revival.

Ke Huizhu had run around for a long time and had not been able to find anyone who could clear the relationship.

Luxurious Embroidery’s signature was the Dongfang Feng design, but now it was labeled with plagiarism and was cast onto the pillar of shame, with all partners having withdrawn their orders.

Without capital turnover, a company would definitely go bankrupt.

“That Zhong Zhiwan!” Ke Huizhu slammed the cup down on the table, furious, “She alone destroyed our entire Luxurious Embroidery.”

Madam Mu also felt truly sorry for Ke Huizhu.

But she couldn’t think of any solution.

Having married into the Mu family, she was a full-time housewife without much real power.

And certainly, she couldn’t rely on the Mu family.

The Mu family, with a General’s Background, held a strict family discipline and would never allow anything like plagiarism to occur.

For Madam Mu, herself was still a bit more important.

“Huizhu, don’t worry for now,” Madam Mu calmly said, “Shanghai City said that they went to apologize to Chuguang Media.”

“Have the company issue a statement saying they were completely unaware of Zhong Zhiwan’s plagiarism and that they are also victims. They had no idea that involving a design draft would amount to plagiarism.”

Ke Huizhu, feeling restless, had no choice but to agree, “That’s the only way to go.”

“Then I’ll head back first,” Madam Mu said, “Mu family is about to start selecting their successor, I must pay attention to that.”

Hearing this, Ke Huizhu’s eyes lit up, “Any news?”

Even though the Ke Family could be considered related by marriage to the Mu family, the Ke family had no qualifications to be in touch with the Mu family.

If Mu Chenzhou could successfully become the Mu family’s successor, the Ke family could benefit from that association.

“It’s still uncertain,” Madam Mu stood up, “but Mr. Mu Cheng is supposed to arrive at the estate today. I’ll go back and see, perhaps I’ll have a chance to meet him.”

Ke Huizhu hastily said, “Then you’d better go back. If there’s anything I can help with, just tell me.”

Madam Mu neither nodded nor shook her head and left.

She returned to the Mu family and went to where she would normally seek an audience with Mu Cheng.

It was no longer possible to see Mu Heqing; she could only hope to meet Mu Cheng.

Madam Mu passed through the garden at the back and hadn’t yet reached the place to register her name when she glimpsed a figure walking in that direction.

Even though he was facing away from her, Madam Mu could recognize him.

It was Mu Cheng.

He held a phone, speaking with someone, but his attitude was very respectful.

Madam Mu knew she couldn’t go in now, so after registering her name, she prepared to wait outside.

Until she overheard a sentence.

“Master, Miss Zijin is not in Shanghai City right now, shall I inquire further or not?”