The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 693 - 575 Fu Yunshen Protective Shortcomings [1 Update]_2

Chapter 693: 575 Fu Yunshen Protective Shortcomings [1 Update]_2

"So this is Miss Zijin’s brilliance," the Fourth Elder nodded. "She has a deep understanding of pharmacology and knows that by simply changing the order, she can turn a heat-biased Energy Dissipating Pill into one that’s biased toward cold."

"The Pill Alliance also specifically taught this point when instructing members on refining medicine, but it’s indeed difficult to apply. You must learn to adapt, not be rigid. The knowledge in the books can also be applied more broadly."

The winter hunting medicinal refining competition can indeed greatly enhance the medicine refining ability of the ancient medical field.

Because in the process of refining medicine, one must pay attention not only to their own medicine furnace but also to their opponent’s.

A single missed step can lead to the production of the wrong antidote.

This is not sneaky sabotage, but an overwhelming display of ability.

Meng Qingxue certainly noticed that Ying Zijin had changed the order of the medicinal ingredients, but she never really thought it would alter the medicinal properties.

Meng Qingxue’s lips trembled, a heavy taste of iron in her throat as she struggled to speak, "I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to harm you. The antidote is with the Great Elder, you won’t come to any harm, I truly didn’t... "

She just wanted to prove that she was superior to Ying Zijin in refining medicine.

Ying Zijin’s gaze was cool, her expression indifferent, "But I don’t like pain."

She could endure pain, but that doesn’t mean she liked it.

She doesn’t harm others, but she keeps her guard up.

If it were just a Vein Severing Pill, there would be no pain initially.

But a Vein Fragmenting Pill is different, it would hurt right from the start.

And indeed, without careful observation, one wouldn’t realize that what Meng Qingxue refined was actually a Vein Fragmenting Pill.

Because the amount of ingredients needed for the two elixirs isn’t much different.

Meng Qingxue did see her change the order of ingredients, yet she still failed to refine the correct antidote.

Fu Yunshen’s grip on Ying Zijin’s fingers tightened bit by bit, his palm icy, his chest also aching as if it was shattering.

He didn’t know how she died before, nor why she could live again with her memories intact.

Clearly, her memories had returned not long before he first met her, which is why she now had the ability to protect herself.

But just that one year alone, when Ying Zijin was forcibly drained of blood by the Ying Family, unable to eat or sleep well, and also under tremendous mental pressure...

It was suffering enough.

He had felt pain, and he knew how unbearable it was.

"She is in pain, and it breaks my heart," Fu Yunshen’s gaze finally fell on Meng Qingxue for the first time. "Your pain, that’s tolerable."

There were no words more devastating than these nine.

Meng Qingxue simply couldn’t bear it, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth as if beads had slipped from a cut thread.

"Fu Yunshen!" Patriarch Meng was furious to the extreme, "Can’t you keep quiet? You know she gets emotional when she sees you and it affects her body, are you doing this on purpose?"

"Yes, deliberately," Fu Yunshen said indifferently as he touched the girl’s head, "let’s go."

Because of his many experiences, he usually doesn’t use harsh words on others.

Liking someone isn’t wrong, and those who liked him were never few.

Those who came to confess, he always rejected politely, which is a respect for the girls.

Meng Qingxue had caused him quite a lot of trouble in the ancient medical field, even pushing him to the brink of life and death on several occasions, where a slight inattention could have been the end.

Fu Yunshen didn’t mind and took it as a learning experience.

But when it involved Ying Zijin, things were different.

Meng Qingxue’s complexion grew paler by the moment, even her lips losing their color, her voice trembling, "I really didn’t intend to hurt her, I just wanted to show you that there were areas where I could be more formidable than her..."

Foo Chen, listening on the side, finally realized what was going on.

Over the years, many had sought to marry Meng Qingxue from the Meng Family, but she had never married.

On one hand, her health was indeed poor; on the other, she had refused them all.

It turns out Meng Qingxue actually fancied his ancestor?

"Why do you feel the need to compete? Even if you do win, what then? He won’t like you any more or less," Foo Chen was puzzled but spoke incisively, "To be honest, even if Miss Ying can’t refine medicine, Brother Fu’s affections are still for her."

"You couldn’t possibly think that by outmatching her, Brother Fu would start to see you, could you?"

Meng Qingxue had been sheltered in the Meng Family for too long, having no idea how matters of the heart really worked, did she?

Meng Qingxue’s chest heaved violently with surged qi, blood spilling from her lips once again.

Ultimately unable to withstand it, she fainted.

Patriarch Meng’s face turned ashen.

The one who had spoken was Foo Chen.

In terms of status and identity, Foo Chen was a direct lineage family member of the Foo Family, just like Meng Qingxue.

Especially since Foo Xi seemed to have finished his closed-door cultivation and come out into the world again recently.

The ancestors of the Meng Family had long since ceased to be the first generation of the family founders, so there was no way for them to compare with Foo Xi.

Patriarch Meng could only forcefully swallow his anger, without the ability to reprimand.

He didn’t have time to linger, and immediately sent Meng Qingxue back to the Meng Family and asked the elders to see her for diagnosis.

Meng Jingyu, however, stood in place, unable to snap back to reality.

For he had finally realized a problem that had persisted for a long time.

He had always thought that the ancient martial artists he sent to snatch Ying Zijin’s herbs had encountered hunters from the O continent.

But now it seemed that was not the case.

Those ancient martial artists were only martial apprentices, with not very high ancient martial cultivation, and if it had been someone from the ancient medical field, they could have easily disabled low-level ancient martial artists with medicine.

Meng Jingyu took a deep breath.

Miscalculated.

He had thought that he wouldn’t encounter anyone from ancient medicine outside, but he hadn’t expected Ying Zijin to be so formidable.

Unfortunately, it was also too late to erase Ying Zijin from memory.

With the Pill Alliance’s protection, the Meng Family couldn’t do anything either.

Meng Jingyu frowned and returned to the Meng Family as well.

**

Evening.

Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen went to the riverside to release river lanterns.

After finishing, Ying Zijin took out Dudu and poked its little belly, "I’m preparing for closed-door cultivation until the end of the winter break, look after the pig for me."

Fu Yunshen tilted his head, "Hmm? Not coming out until you’re an ancient martial grandmaster?"

For ancient martial artists, closed-door cultivation was a very common occurrence, even one year was considered short.

Yue Fuyi entered closed-door cultivation at the end of last year and hadn’t come out yet.

Those from the ancestral generation, once they closed the door, it could be ten years.

He, however, was not, because his cultivation had been raised through life and death battles.

Ying Zijin handed Dudu to Fu Yunshen, "I might not reach it, but ninety years should be no problem."

Her current ancient martial cultivation was around seventy-eight years.

Yet the step to a hundred-year cultivation of an ancient martial grandmaster was indeed difficult to break through, and so many people were stuck at the ninety-nine year mark, unable to advance an inch.

She looked up, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," Fu Yunshen stuffed the protesting Dudu into his pocket and raised an eyebrow, "Starting a long-distance relationship again."

"There’s one more day," Ying Zijin leaned on his shoulder, "Let me kiss you more for a while."

Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes curved up, "What to do, girlfriend? I’m liking you more and more."

Where else could he find such an adorable girlfriend?

Ying Zijin pushed his face away, expressionless, "I told you, don’t flirt with me."

Fu Yunshen quickly agreed, amiable as water, "Okay."

He paused, then added, "Can’t help it, I was born this way." freёweɓnovel.com

"..."

**

The next day.

Ying Zijin went to the Pill Alliance to collect herbs needed for closed-door cultivation.

The atmosphere inside was a bit off.

There sat an old woman, with hair gone grey but her visage bearing only around forty years.

"Miss Ying," Hall Master Li approached, frowned, then said, "This is an ancestor of the Meng Family, her name is Meng Wan, one hundred twenty years old this year."

That age, in the ancient medical field, was very, very old.

Many practitioners of ancient medicine passed away like ordinary people around seventy or eighty years of age.

Ying Zijin was unconcerned, as she handed over the prescription to Hall Master Li.

Hall Master Li took it and added, "It should still be about yesterday’s incident."

If the Meng Family wants to come, and it’s an ancestor who comes, the Pill Alliance can’t stop them.

"Ying Zijin, you’re quite capable," Meng Wan said with a sharp look in her eyes, speaking indifferently, "Beating Qingxue is no big deal; why don’t you come and compete with me?"