The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 694: Bullying the younger generation counts for nothing; let’s have a competition【2 updates】

Chapter 694: Bullying the younger generation counts for nothing; let’s have a competition【2 updates】

Meng Qingxue had lived for twenty-four years and had never suffered such great humiliation and injury.

How could the Meng Family’s cherished pearl be bullied by outsiders like this?

But it indeed happened on the competition stage, with so many people watching.

Moreover, Meng Qingxue didn’t lose because Ying Zijin intentionally made a deadly poison for her.

It was all because she overlooked the blind spot that Ying Zijin had switched the order of the medicinal ingredients, resulting in a wrongly refined antidote.

And because her body couldn’t stand the cold, the cooling nature of the Energy Dissipating Pill caused great harm.

The Meng Family understood this reasoning, but none of them could swallow this indignity.

Meng Qingxue was also raised in front of Meng Wan’s very eyes.

Madam Meng had encountered an evil doctor during her pregnancy with Meng Qingxue and, though not captured, her body was damaged.

Meng Qingxue was born frail, and the Meng Family elders were very distressed, meticulously caring for her until now.

"We needn’t compete." Meng Wan tapped on the table, placing a pill on the surface, indifferently, "Eat this pill, endure for three minutes, and I’ll give you the antidote."

Ying Zijin slowly turned her head.

The girl had stunningly beautiful features, with a cool and distant expression.

The slightly uptilted phoenix eyes, however, added a trace of enchantment.

Her beauty was breathtaking.

Meng Wan’s gaze faltered.

She had learnt about Meng Qingxue’s affection for Fu Yunshen and now had to admit that Ying Zijin truly possessed a remarkable appearance.

"Meng Wan, Senior, this is going too far." Hall Master Li’s expression changed, "What did Miss Ying do wrong, to deserve to eat this pill?"

If he wasn’t mistaken, this pill was the Heart-Eating Pill.

If ingested, how long would the pain last?

"I didn’t say she was wrong. On the contrary, I quite appreciate her talent in refining medicine." Meng Wan spoke casually, "But seeing Qingxue suffer because of her irks me. Is that not allowed?"

As she spoke, she looked at the girl again, smiling, "Of course, you have elders to back you up, and I welcome that. But the question is, do you?"

Meng Wan was one hundred and twenty years old, and the oldest Great Elder of the Pill Alliance was only eighty.

Who could compare to her in medical skill?

Ying Zijin rolled up her sleeves, calmly, "My family’s elders aren’t as shameless as you."

Meng Wan’s face immediately darkened.

She had always been held in high regard, with the younger generations showing her respect. Who dared speak to her like this?

Just as Meng Wan was about to scold her, someone interrupted.

"Meng Wan, you truly become shameless with age." Laughter came through, laced with derision, "A person over a hundred years old, nearly in the grave, now wants to compete in medical skill with a young girl?"

"What’s the point of bullying the junior? Why not we have a competition?"

Meng Wan frowned and looked up.

It was a woman in her early thirties, with a kind face, and elegant in appearance.

Surprised, Hall Master Li immediately knelt down, "Alliance Leader!"

The Pill Alliance Leader, Qiu Man, was also one hundred and twenty years old.

She was a level seven Pill Master, representing the pinnacle of the Pill Alliance’s medical skills!

Very few from the Ancient Medical Field lived past a hundred years old, and altogether they would definitely not exceed a hundred.

Meng Wan’s expression changed, her voice squeezed through clenched teeth, "You’re still alive."

The Pill Alliance’s leader had not appeared for years, with the Pill Alliance stating she was in closed-door cultivation.

"How can I die before you?" Qiu Man glanced at Meng Wan indifferently, "Weren’t you about to compare alchemy? Let’s do it! Right now!"

"Let everyone else see, when facing someone of the same level, whether you dare to be arrogant!"

With Qiu Man’s return, the Elders Council and the Vice Alliance Leader also entered.

Surrounded by so many people, Meng Wan’s aged face grew flushed with anger, her complexion burning with pain.

She could no longer stay and left with her face ashen.

"Tsk, just a Heart-Eating Pill? I thought it was some grand medicine." Qiu Man scoffed, "If the Meng Family sends someone else, tell them I’ve returned. They can come whenever they like."

Ying Zijin was part of the Pill Alliance, and the alliance had long been in need of a genius.

Although Lin Qingjia was also a member, she was ultimately from the Lin Family.

Ying Zijin had to be well-protected by the Pill Alliance.

Qiu Man personally asked someone to bring the medicine for Ying Zijin from the Medicine Repository and then added, "You took more than a month’s leave, what was it for?"

Ying Zijin replied concisely, "Watching TV dramas."

She took a step back, nodding slightly, "I’ll take my leave now."

Qiu Man nodded and then wondered, "What in the world is a TV drama?"

With hesitation, Hall Master Li took out his phone, "It’s this."

Qiu Man frowned, "How did these people get inside?"

Hall Master Li hurriedly explained, "No, no, no, Leader, this is a recording, the high technology of the outside world."

Qiu Man waved her hand dismissively, "Troublesome, I’m heading to the Alchemy Room."

**

After retrieving her herbs, Ying Zijin met up with Fu Yunshen, then went to seek out the Tea Saint.

The old lady was pressing the Little Medicine Boy to grill fish for her.

Upon seeing the girl, she immediately cheered up, "Come, come, come, Ying Girl, sit."

She then pointed to a spot and said to Fu Yunshen, "You go over there."

Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows, "Alright, as long as you’re good to her."

The old lady huffed, "Nonsense."

The status of the Tea Saint is not the same as that of ordinary ancient medical practitioners.

Simply put, although the Ancient Divine Doctor has high attainments in the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles and is also a divine doctor of the Heavenly Medical Sect’s founder level,

when he’s gone, another divine doctor will appear after a few years, or perhaps someone even more formidable than him.

However, if the Tea Saint is gone, it’s not just a few years, but even decades or a hundred years before another genius might emerge who has reached the pinnacle in cultivating medicinal herbs.

The Tea Saint doesn’t possess much Ancient Martial Cultivation; not even ten years’ worth.

Yet neither ancient martial artists nor evil doctors would harm the Tea Saint in the slightest.

Because there are some medicinal herbs that truly only she can grow.

As a result, the old lady’s place is actually quite safe.

Ying Zijin was inside treating the old lady, while Fu Yunshen and the Little Medicine Boy stood guard in the yard.

After administering acupuncture to the old lady, Ying Zijin wrote down a prescription, "Take the medicine on time, and you’ll be well in seven days."

The old lady took it, repeatedly saying, "Good, good."

Ying Zijin nodded, "What’s troubling Grandma’s heart?

"It’s not really a big deal." The old lady fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "My husband died at the hands of an evil doctor eighty years ago. His body was not left intact; they took it to refine medicine."

Ying Zijin’s expression became slightly focused.

Again, it was an evil doctor.

Foo Xi had also told her that decades ago, evil doctors were rampant. When one died, another would emerge, and they seemed impossible to completely eradicate.

"Big brother, you’re so amazing." On the other side, the Little Medicine Boy was gleefully saying, "I’ve finally completed my game."

"Kid, they say you’re extremely clever." Fu Yunshen tapped his bald head, the corners of his lips lifting, "With not a single hair on your head, how can you still be this silly?"

The Little Medicine Boy squatted in the corner and cried sadly.

Fu Yunshen glanced sideways, his peach blossom eyes curved in a smile, "Yaoyao."

Ying Zijin looked back, "Hmm?"

Fu Yunshen stated slowly, "Let’s have a daughter."

Ying Zijin’s eyebrows quirked up, "Why are you thinking so far ahead? And what did the son do to annoy you?"

"I might not be able to help myself from bullying a son, and it wouldn’t be good if I made him cry."

"..."

Such reasoning was strangely irrefutable.

**

Elsewhere.

Foo Family.

An Ling came to visit Foo Chen.

Foo Chen passed on the work of refining medicine to him and laid down on a rocking chair, ready to sleep.

An Ling said, "Just before I came here, I saw people from the Meng Family dispatched."

Foo Chen was disinterested, "What about it?"

"The Meng Family is short on medicine. With the Tea Saint coming down the mountain, those elders went over there to request medicine," An Ling replied, "If the elders personally plead, the Tea Saint still tends to show some face,"

The Tea Saint did sell medicine from time to time, it’s just that her mood was indeed unpredictable.

When she’s in good spirits, she would set up a stall in front of the Pill Alliance and kick off a firesale with rock-bottom prices.

This time with the Tea Saint coming down the mountain, indeed, many people were queueing up in preparation to seek an audience.

"Oh right, I saw the Tea Saint at the winter hunting event the other day," Foo Chen remembered, "The old lady is quite gluttonous—or rather, she has a big appetite."

That evening, Yun Shan and Yun Wu caught a pig and a whole lamb, as well as many chickens and rabbits.

Foo Chen was thinking he could at least get a roasted rabbit leg, but in the end, all the tender parts were taken by the old lady.

That little bald kid by the old lady’s side could eat a lot too.

Foo Chen ended up eating seven or eight spicy rabbit heads, numbing his mouth.

"You met her?" An Ling was first taken aback, then became excited, "Where did you see her? Could it be that the Lin Family made the connection for you?"

He had only heard that Lin Qingjia knew the Tea Saint.

But upon further thought, An Ling realized something wasn’t right.

Although the winter hunt of the Ancient Medical Field had sent an invitation to Lin Qingjia, she didn’t attend.

Thinking about it made sense.

As an ancient martial artist, Lin Qingjia’s cultivation was conservatively estimated to have exceeded fifty years.

That’s the level of a mid-sized family’s Guard Captain, but those captains are typically people over seventy years of age.

For her, events like the winter hunt were far too simple and not challenging at all.

Her presence would simply overwhelm everyone else.

Foo Chen perked up, yawning continuously, "No, it was Miss Ying who introduced me. She and the Tea Saint are sworn friends despite the difference in their ages."