The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 690 - 573 Ying Zijin: Want to meet the Tea Saint? Then let’s meet [1 update]_2

Chapter 690: 573 Ying Zijin: Want to meet the Tea Saint? Then let’s meet [1 update]_2

In Lorentz Castle, there were also piles of various models of mobile phones and computers.

Having money is synonymous with being willful.

["Hmm, you can send me the information first, and I’ll take a look."]

After replying, Ying Zijin picked up a skewer of grilled chicken wings.

Fu Yunshen sat down as well.

In the room, Foo Chen was the only one who felt very uncomfortable.

The old lady finished the barbecue and walked away leisurely, almost forgetting to take the Little Medicine Boy with her.

Only then did Foo Chen catch his breath, wrapped his clothes around himself, and suppressed his voice to the lowest level, "Great Master, the Tea Saint isn’t one of your disciples too, is she?"

"No," Ying Zijin picked up a skewer of chicken wings, "She’s just passed a hundred years in age."

"That’s good, that’s good," Foo Chen patted his chest and took a deep breath in relief, "Great Master, do you have any other disciples?"

Ying Zijin paused, "I do, but I don’t know if they’re still around."

Foo Chen nodded.

Foo Xi had lived for so long because of his Ancient Martial Cultivation; the others might not be so certain.

With a heart severely frightened, he finally started to eat the grilled meat.

**

The winter hunt wasn’t long, just five days in total.

On the last day, many people were waiting.

Because they could watch a very interesting competition.

"Now it’s time for the competition," announced the Great Elder of the Pill Alliance, stroking his beard, "Same old rules, pair up and draw lots to decide."

"The rules need no further explanation, right? Each of you will refine a poison and an antidote, then take each other’s concoctions; whoever can refine successfully and detoxify in the shortest time wins."

A brutal method of competition.

But not many dared to participate.

If there’s a huge discrepancy in medical skills between the two, and one can’t feed the antidote in time before the poison takes effect, resulting in death, what then?

"However, the prize this time is quite rare—it’s the Snow Jade Ginseng," the Great Elder added, "so we encourage everyone to join the competition."

Upon these words, the buzz among the crowd grew louder.

"Snow Jade Ginseng? They’re actually willing to offer Snow Jade Ginseng as a competition prize?"

"Our Ancient Medicine field has really splurged this time. If there had been rare medicinal herbs like Snow Jade Ginseng in the past, they would never have been made available."

"I wouldn’t join for Snow Jade Ginseng; it’s a life-threatening competition."

Ying Zijin’s ears twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She too heard the words "Snow Jade Ginseng."

Last night, the old lady had mentioned this herb to her, essential for repairing the hidden dark injuries in Fu Yunshen’s body.

The old lady’s medicinal garden also contained some but they weren’t mature yet.

This Snow Jade Ginseng was natural, recently picked by an exploration team from a mountain in the Ancient Martial World.

That mountain was rarely visited, and the Snow Jade Ginseng was small and difficult to spot.

Therefore, it was estimated that this Snow Jade Ginseng was not only undamaged, but its age was also at least five hundred years.

Naturally grown, it was undoubtedly better than those cultivated artificially.

Fu Yunshen noticed the girl’s interest, and he patted her head with a soft laugh, "Yaoyao, I’m fine, only a bit of the dark injury remains, and it will heal with rest—no need to go to such lengths." freēwēbnovel.com

The dark injuries in his body were remnants of the past.

After all, even with ancient martial arts pushing the human body to its limits, it was still a human flesh, and repeated mortal injuries could leave hidden wounds.

However, his recovery had always been fast, and he had healed quite a lot over the years.

Ying Zijin had cared for him and the injuries inside him no longer affected him much.

"I have to." Ying Zijin said flatly, showing rare firmness, "That’s without the herbs."

She looked up at the several Alchemy Furnaces on the high platform, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, speaking lightly: "It’s just about detoxifying."

This was easy for her.

When she first became involved with Ancient Medicine, it was because she found the art of making poisons to be fun.

"If the dark injury is fully healed, your Ancient Martial Cultivation can improve a lot. After some more cultivation, you might have a hundred and fifty years, right?" Ying Zijin tilted her head slightly, her brows raised subtly, "Aren’t you supposed to protect me?"

Such a cultivation speed was indeed fast.

"I can’t argue with you," Fu Yunshen admitted softly, resigned, "But you have to understand, you’re more important."

Having seen the pillaging and plundering in the Ancient Martial World, he never condoned stealing medicinal materials like some bandits would.

What others did was none of his concern, but he was strict with himself and always strived to comport himself well.

The voices of the two were very soft.

All around them were practitioners of Ancient Medicine, with hearing no better than that of an ordinary person, none had heard the exchange.

From a distance, Meng Qingxue could only see the two exchanging gestures, which caused her heart to itch unbearably.

She couldn’t help but watch them.

Ying Zijin turned her head, looking at Foo Chen, "Does this competition have any other requirements?"

Foo Chen, feeling drowsy, hadn’t managed to respond yet.

"Oh, it’s a custom in the Ancient Medical field," An Ling overhearing, explained from the side, "It’s mainly to train Ancient Medicine practitioners’ abilities to detoxify and deal with evil doctors."

"Miss Zijin should now understand that evil doctors, because they practice unorthodox and evil techniques, are actually stronger with poison than Ancient Medicine practitioners."

In the past, there was no written rule in the Ancient Medical field that strictly forbade the use of medicine to kill, but it was universally understood.

It wasn’t until the emergence of evil doctors that a firm rule was finally established.

Ying Zijin tapped the armrest of her chair: "Direct on-site registration?"

"Yes, on-site registration. Wait a minute—" An Ling suddenly realized what was happening, shocked, "You’re going to participate?"

Although Ying Zijin was a genius in Refining Medicine, having ranked first in the Level Four evaluation of the Pill Alliance.

But how could she possibly compete with the direct lineage family members from the three major Ancient Medicine Families who had been cultivated from a young age?

Of course, An Ling believed that in a few years, Ying Zijin wouldn’t necessarily outshine Meng Qingxue, but she would definitely be her equal.

But now?

The two talked without lowering their voices.

Especially since Meng Qingxue had been intentionally paying attention to Ying Zijin’s side and had heard everything.

Joining this competition?

Meng Qingxue pursed her lips.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t give it a try.

An Ling was somewhat anxious: "Brother Foo, stop her. Not to mention Qingxue, even my little sister can’t compare to her."

Though the competition was such that the older generation would not intervene, only the youth participated.

But which young Ancient Medicine practitioner who dared to participate wasn’t battle-hardened?

Foo Chen, unbeknownst to when, had already fallen asleep and didn’t respond at all.

An Ling: "..."

Helpless, he turned his head: "Young Master Fu, won’t you persuade her?"

Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes curved up: "I listen to her."

An Ling: "..."

He had no choice but to pull over An Miaomiao who was beside him: "If you draw Miss Zijin in a bit, you know to go easy, right?"

"Oh, big brother, don’t worry." An Miaomiao looked up from her phone, "I’ll just forfeit directly, I’m not interested in the Snow Jade Ginseng anyway."

Her participation in the competition was also for the sake of training her medical skills.

An Miaomiao added: "Also, mind your own business when it comes to pretty girls."

An Ling: "..."

Their An Family really shouldn’t have installed signal transmitters and WIFI. Why bother going online?

These slang terms, he simply didn’t understand.

Indeed, registration was done on the spot, and so was the drawing of lots.

There weren’t many registrants, just twelve in total, enough to form six pairs.

Apart from An Miaomiao and Meng Qingxue, the other young practitioners of Ancient Medicine were more or less equally matched.

The results of the draw came out quickly.

"Miss Qingxue against—" The Great Elder saw the results of the draw, furrowed his brow, paused for two seconds, then spoke, "Miss Zijin."

After saying that, he showed the two slips of paper to everyone.

There was silence below.

An Ling leaned back in his chair: "This is bad."

He originally thought that even with the worst luck, Ying Zijin would draw An Miaomiao.

But now, she was up against Meng Qingxue.

No one knew why Meng Qingxue would participate in this Refining Medicine competition.

She was frail, and the Meng Family had always kept a tight watch on her—where would they even let her ingest poison herself?

But it was also understandable; among the younger generation, Meng Qingxue had the best medical skills, even Lin Qingjia being slightly inferior.

How could they compete now?