The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 861 - 678 Death of Xie Huanran, A Mother-Daughter Connection [1 Update]
Chapter 861: 678 Death of Xie Huanran, A Mother-Daughter Connection [1 Update]
After saying this, he bowed his head again: "Please forgive me, Master. Your disciple arrived too late, causing you to be so gravely injured."
Under the dual effects of Feng Xiu’s treatment and Fu Yunshen’s blood, Ying Zijin also lay down for a full seven days before finally recovering.
It showed just how severely she was injured in that battle against Xie Huanran.
When the Great Elder and others learned of this, they were simply incredulous.
After all, since Xie Huanran ascended to become a peak ancient martial artist, only Feng Xiu had higher cultivation in the Ancient Martial World.
Yet Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen together had managed to contend with Xie Huanran for a full four hours.
"It’s not your fault; it was my own issue." Ying Zijin came back to her senses, sighed softly after a moment of silence, "Actually, I never thought I would return."
Feng Xiu frowned: "Did Master encounter some danger? How did your cultivation disappear?"
In the past, not to mention Xie Huanran, even if it were him, Ying Zijin could defeat him with just a single finger.
"It’s a long story." Ying Zijin was slightly dazed, then chuckled lightly, "Ancient martial cultivation is just external; as long as those I protect are still alive, that’s enough."
Everything else can be let go.
"Master’s mental state is beyond our reach." Feng Xiu was filled with solemn respect, "Years ago, Master left in a hurry, so I never saw your true appearance. Now..."
His mouth twitched a bit.
If not for that move, the Cloud Transforming Palm, he wouldn’t have believed his master was just a young girl.
Hundreds of years ago, Ying Zijin taught him ancient martial arts secret techniques, always wearing a black robe, making it impossible to even determine gender.
"Yes, this is my true appearance and gender." Ying Zijin slightly nodded, "You also have a junior apprentice sister. I’ll introduce you to her soon."
The master and disciple exchanged words plainly, but in Xie Huanran’s ears, it was like one thunderclap after another.
Explosions reverberated continuously, leaving his mind blank and buzzing.
What did he hear?
Master?
Feng Xiu actually called Ying Zijin "Master"?!
"Ah——!!!" Xie Huanran’s eyes widened until they almost split. Suddenly, he broke down and screamed hoarsely, "I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!"
Ying Zijin clearly wasn’t even twenty this year, her bone age also twenty, how could she be Feng Xiu’s master?!
Practicing ancient martial arts could make one look younger, but bone age could never be reversed.
Feng Xiu said indifferently: "Noisy."
He raised his hand and slapped Xie Huanran.
Like a top, Xie Huanran spun around, spitting several mouthfuls of blood, screaming incessantly.
"Feng Xiu, you madman!" Xie Huanran’s teeth chattered, "Kill me, if you have the guts, kill me now!"
For the first time, he hated being a peak ancient martial artist.
As a peak ancient martial artist, his inner strength could automatically repair injuries.
His wounds repeatedly tore open and healed again, driving him to despair.
"Killing you would be too easy." Feng Xiu’s eyes turned icy, "On your hands are the lives of at least ten thousand people!"
Before he went to cultivate on the Snow Mountain, the Ancient Martial World occasionally had conflicts, but under the Judicial Hall’s maintenance, it was peaceful.
Who could have imagined that after he left, the once insignificant Xie Huanran would commit so many atrocities?
Ying Zijin coughed a few times, held onto the bed, and stood up: "Let me do it."
Feng Xiu immediately stepped aside: "Yes, Master."
"Ying Zijin!" Blood flowed from Xie Huanran’s eyes as he stared fixedly at the girl, "I hate you! I should have killed you when you first came to the Ancient Martial World!"
Unfortunately, at that time, he thought Ying Zijin was just an ancient doctor, no threat to Xie Nian.
A single mistake led to a chain of mistakes.
If he had known Ying Zijin could use ancient martial arts, even with only ten years’ worth of cultivation, he would have killed her without hesitation.
She hid it well!
Xie Huanran gritted his teeth and laughed coldly: "You? Can you kill me? Your cultivation is already gone, hahaha, you can’t kill me!"
Ying Zijin showed little emotion as she emptied a medicine bottle over Xie Huanran.
"Ah! Ah——!!!" Xie Huanran screamed again, "What are you doing to me? What have you done?!"
"Just giving you a bit of poison, don’t worry, I’ll preserve your brain." Ying Zijin lowered her eyes and smiled faintly, "Even if your body turns to bones, you will still be tormented by pain."
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