The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 845 - 668 Ying Zijin: I’m going to kill Xie Nian! [2 more - s]

Chapter 845: 668 Ying Zijin: I’m going to kill Xie Nian! [2 more Chapters]

"Xie Nian!" The Ancestor of the Ling Family’s eyes were filled with rage, "You seek death!"

Unprecedented anger caused his speed to increase once again, directly attacking Xie Nian.

Xie Nian’s heart jumped fiercely, feeling a moment of panic.

Then she calmed down, glancing coldly at the protective guards.

The guards gripped the cold blades in their hands tightly, gritting their teeth.

Today, they followed Xie Nian to carry out a mission, knowing there was an eighty percent chance they wouldn’t make it back alive.

The Xie Family treated the guards completely like slaves.

For the safety of their families, they had to obey Xie Nian’s orders.

The guards exchanged glances and all surrounded them.

The Ancestor of the Ling Family’s cultivation was far superior to theirs, they were purely using their flesh to buy Xie Nian time to escape.

Jiang Ran watched helplessly as Xie Nian walked away with arrogance, and he roared, "Xie Nian!"

From a distance, her brazen laughter echoed.

"Come on, I’m waiting for you at the Xie Family to kill me, as long as you dare, as long as you dare to risk the lives of 734 members of the Ling Family!"

This sentence caused the Ancestor of the Ling Family to abruptly stop in his tracks.

Jiang Ran’s heart also turned cold.

Is there anyone in the Ancient Martial World who can defeat Xie Huanran?

"Let’s go back first." The Ancestor of the Ling Family held Ling Mianxi in his large sleeves, after a moment of silence, "The urgent task is to save Xiao Mian first, if it doesn’t work, we’ll leave the Ancient Martial World as a family."

Jiang Ran pressed his lips tightly, clenching his fists.

He carefully protected Ling Mianxi beside him, glancing down, and froze for a moment.

In the hands of the severely comatose Ling Mianxi, there was still something tightly gripped.

Her phone.

On the shattered screen, stained with blood, the WeChat interface could vaguely be seen.

**

The Ling Family.

Mother Ling was chatting idly with Ling Zhonglou and Jiang Huaping, all three with smiles on their faces.

Until the Ancestor of the Ling Family hurriedly came back holding Ling Mianxi: "Quick, go call Young Master Foo Chen."

He had already sealed Ling Mianxi’s acupoints, but blood was still flowing continuously.

If not treated urgently, her life would be in danger.

Mother Ling took one look and fainted instantly.

Jiang Huaping quickly supported her, her heart also trembling.

Ling Mianxi’s injuries were too severe.

The girl’s skin was pale, like a broken rag doll.

Ling Zhonglou’s face darkened: "What on earth happened?"

"Dad, it was me..." Jiang Ran said softly, "I was intercepted by Xie Nian."

Ling Zhonglou frowned: "Xie Nian?"

"Let’s not talk about this now." Jiang Huaping shook her head, "Save Xiao Mian first."

The Ling Family servants were thrown into a frenzy, with the butler immediately going to call Foo Chen.

Foo Chen had been stationed at the Ling Family, his medical skills and ancient martial cultivation had improved significantly in the past few months.

But this was the first time he had seen such severe injuries.

Foo Chen first stopped Ling Mianxi’s bleeding, then bandaged her head, and after a moment of silence: "I’m sorry, my medical skills are not proficient enough, there is a dominant inner strength within her body, I can’t expel it with my low cultivation."

Ling Zhonglou made a quick decision: "Let me try."

"Uncle Ling, you can’t." Foo Chen shook his head, "It must be an Ancient Doctor, the inner strength of an ancient martial artist is too dominant, it will directly rupture her meridians."

Jiang Ran turned around: "I’ll go find the Ancestor of the Foo Family."

"You can’t." The Great Elder of the Ling Family’s voice deepened, "I just went to the passage between the ancient medical and martial worlds, the Xie Family has two ancestors blocking it, both with ancient martial cultivation of three hundred years, it’s impossible to get through."

Obviously, the Xie Family had been plotting for a long time, just waiting for today.

Foo Chen was anxious: "Then what about Miss Ying?"

"Daddy Ying, she, she’s still outside." Jiang Ran pressed his lips tightly, "She went to the war-torn region, it’ll take more than ten hours to get back, will she make it?"

"..."

Everyone fell silent.

The Ancestor of the Ling Family swayed, his expression despondent.

Could it be that they would really just have to watch...

The door was pushed open at this moment, a familiar voice rang out.

Cold and clear, with an undercurrent of reassuring strength.

"Foo Chen stay, everyone else out."

Jiang Ran turned his head sharply, ecstatic, "Daddy Ying!"

"Miss Ying!"

"Zijin?!"

Ying Zijin wiped the thin sweat off her forehead, taking a deep breath: "Quickly, don’t waste time."

The Ancestor of the Ling Family reacted first, immediately using inner strength to take everyone out and closed the door.

Ying Zijin sat down by Ling Mianxi’s bedside.

She looked at the girl whose lips had lost all color, her fingers trembling.

This morning her ominous feeling grew stronger, and she saw new images.

In the images was a forest, the place where Ling Mianxi got into trouble was in the Ancient Martial World.

So she didn’t go to the War-Torn Region, but switched planes midway and returned to Hua Country.

Yet despite rushing, she was still a step too late.

Ying Zijin took a slow breath, put on medical gloves, and suppressed a long-forgotten sense of hostility: "Scissors."

Foo Chen immediately handed over the scissors.

The quiet room was filled with the girl’s methodical and indifferent voice.

"Golden needle."

"Tweezers."

"Seven-inch-long silver needle."

Foo Chen handed each item over one by one, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Xie Nian’s methods were extremely vicious.

She had left her own Inner Strength inside Ling Mianxi’s body, this residual Inner Strength continuously impacting Ling Mianxi’s internal organs.

Clearly, she wanted to turn Ling Mianxi into a vegetative state.

Foo Chen let out a sigh of relief.

But fortunately, with his master in this world, there was no one who couldn’t be saved.

**

Ling Zhonglou and the others had been standing outside the door waiting, not daring to sit down.

Every minute, every second, was a torment.

Three hours later, the door that had been tightly shut finally opened.

The girl walked out.

The recently awakened Mother Ling immediately went forward, grabbed her hand, her voice choked: "Miss Ying, you can tell me, I can handle it."

Ying Zijin didn’t answer, stepping aside: "Aunt, come in."

Mother Ling was stunned for a moment, then staggered inside.

If Ying Zijin could say that, then Ling Mianxi was definitely fine.

"Daddy Ying, you can scold me, you can hit me." Jiang Ran’s eyes were bloodshot, he knelt down with a thud, his voice hoarse, "It’s all my fault, my sister was protecting me when..."

If it weren’t for him, even if Ling Mianxi couldn’t defeat Xie Nian, she could have at least escaped unscathed.

"Since when does the victim have to believe in the victim’s guilt?" Ying Zijin’s gaze was cold and calm, "Are you oppressing yourself?"

"The Jiang Ran I know wouldn’t do that, don’t make me repeat myself, stand up."

Jiang Ran’s eyes reddened even more.

He could protect other students at Verdant.

But in the Ancient Martial World, he was too insignificant to even withstand a single blow.

"Uncle Ling, Aunt Jiang." Ying Zijin closed the door, cleared her throat, "Next, I have something important to tell you."

Ling Zhonglou and Jiang Huaping’s expressions became more serious.

This was the first time Ying Zijin had spoken to them in such a solemn tone.

"Please relocate the Ling Family to the Secular World." Ying Zijin’s voice was slow, "The Ji Family has many villas, enough to accommodate hundreds of people."

Once they heard these words, the couple was stunned.

Jiang Ran was also taken aback: "Daddy Ying?"

The Secular World was not suitable for ancient martial artists to practice.

This was why the Ling Family had not moved out of the Ancient Martial World for years.

If they went to the Secular World, their cultivation speed would reduce by at least four times.

The Ling Family had indeed considered moving to the Secular World, but had never acted on it.

"I’ll explain later." Ying Zijin picked up her phone and dialed a series of numbers.

This was the phone number of the Elders’ Group of the Judicial Hall.

A few seconds later, the call connected, and she spoke: "Great Elder, it’s me."

"Oh, Miss Ying." The Great Elder immediately sobered up, "Is your business outside settled?"

The Ling Family was miles away from the Judicial Hall, and the news of Ling Mianxi being severely injured by Xie Nian hadn’t yet spread.

"Not yet." Ying Zijin paused, "Something urgent has come up, and I need the Great Elder to prepare immediately."

The Great Elder nodded, "Tell me, as long as it’s within my power."

"Please have the entire Judicial Hall leave the Ancient Martial World in seven days, either to the Ancient Medical Field or the Secular World, but all entrances to the Ancient Martial World must be sealed." Ying Zijin said, "If there’s no word from me by the end of June, return to the Ancient Martial World, everything should be resolved by then."

Once the entrances to the Ancient Martial World were sealed, even a Feng Xiu wouldn’t be able to open a path without a key.

Ancient martial arts ultimately only expanded the limits of the human body; it wasn’t like urban immortality practice with any notion of ascension.

No matter how strong a human, they couldn’t punch through a continent.

These words made the Great Elder unable to react immediately.

He had a bad feeling, his heart sank: "Miss Ying, what are you planning?"

Evacuating the Ancient Martial World was the last resort.

Ying Zijin looked in the direction of the Xie Family,

she brushed her sleeve, her voice calm: "I’m going to kill Xie Nian."

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