The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot
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Chapter 466: 426 Arrogant [11 updates] Chapter 466: 426 Arrogant [11 updates] Yun Shan’s gun wasn’t an ordinary model; it was new equipment only available in the NOK forum trading area.

This gun could penetrate the defense of an ancient martial artist.

Of course, that was provided the martial artist’s cultivation hadn’t surpassed twenty years.

Twenty years was a watershed.

Those whose cultivation exceeded twenty years also matured in their use of inner strength.

Without twenty years of cultivation, one hardly qualified as an ancient martial artist.

This gun cost eight million US dollars.

“Ye Ling, what’s the matter with you?” The young man who had spoken earlier looked at Ye Ling again, “Don’t you know that Young Master Ye Lang hates seeing this sort of thing?”

“Ordinary people are just ordinary people, they even need to use guns.”

“We’re comparing inner strength, is that it?” Hearing this, Yun Shan let out a cold laugh and stepped forward, “Fine, let’s have a comparison then.”

He used the gun for convenience.

Why bother with ancient martial arts when a bullet could settle the matter?

Isn’t it tiring?

Crazy.

Back when the three brothers were in the slums, they were no good either.

But after being with Fu Yunshen for a while, their temperaments had gradually settled down and they were no longer as vicious as before.

Just then, a hand blocked his path, pale and as smooth as jade.

Ying Zijin slowly raised her eyes, speaking indifferently, “Eight million, I really don’t feel like making a move.”

“You want to make a move?” Upon hearing this, the young man’s face was filled with mockery, “You’re not in a position to even talk about ‘making a move’ with me, are you?”

If she didn’t even have a bit of inner strength, what business did this ordinary person have contesting him?

He could fling out a blast of inner strength with a casual wave of his hand and end her life.

Ye Ling’s complexion grew even paler, but she remained where she was: “Miss Ying, you should leave, they… they must be here for me.”

“Don’t worry, aside from a duel to the death, the Ye Family does not allow casualties, they won’t harm me.”

But the Ye Family would also not interfere in the conflicts among the younger generation.

Survival of the fittest, the strong prevail.

This was the rule of the Ancient Martial World.

“Cough, cough.” Yun Shan looked somewhat bemused and coughed a few times, “Miss Ye, could you please step back a little.”

Ye Ling was taken aback.

“I’m in a good mood today.” Ying Zijin rolled up her sleeves and nodded slightly, “I’m not against getting a little hands-on.”

She had her hair tied back in a ponytail and took two steps forward.

“You want to take me on?” The young man laughed as well, his smile cruel, “Alright, I’ll indulge you. You first. I really want to see what tricks you, an ordinary person, might have up your sleeve.”

Yun Shan covered his eyes with his hand, not having the heart to watch.

It was over, several more fools were about to be taught a lesson.

Did these people ever consider the possibility that their inability to detect Miss Ying’s inner strength could be due to their insufficient ancient martial cultivation?

Highly cultivated ancient martial artists had already reached the state of returning to simplicity.

Hiding their inner strength was as easy as breathing to them.

But Ying Zijin was too young.

Not to mention Ye Lang and the others, even Ye Ling hadn’t considered this possibility.

She was startled and was about to go forward to block.

But what happened next brought Ye Ling to a halt.

The girl raised her hand and grabbed the young man’s shoulder, seemingly without much effort.

In the next second, the young man was lying flat on the ground.

With a “thud,” the crisp sound of snapping bones rang out clearly in the silent training field.

Crippled.

Yun Shan looked at the young man with pity.

What a pity.

Ye Lang’s indifferent face darkened, “That’s somewhat impressive.”

This was his servant.

Although his cultivation wasn’t very high, he had managed to cultivate inner strength and could easily kill an ordinary person.

Ye Lang threw another spear to the ground, loosened up his joints, and sneered, “If you’re so capable, why don’t you try me?”

**

One minute later.

The scene became very quiet.

Ye Ling stood to the side, looking at Ye Lang and his comrades, all sprawled on the ground, feeling somewhat dumbfounded.

Yun Shan found a good angle and took a few pictures, then sent them to Fu Yunshen.

“Having inner strength is also pretty useless,” Ying Zijin stepped on Ye Lang’s hand, “Better off without it.”

Ye Lang didn’t understand the meaning of this sentence; he just felt as if all his organs were twisted together, a torrent of pain that nearly left him breathless.

His mind was also somewhat foggy, his inner strength churning ceaselessly within him, incredibly turbulent.

Ye Lang admitted that he had indeed thrown the spear on purpose.

The Ye Family had rules against infighting, but he could simply claim it was an accident afterwards, and that would be fine.

Among this generation, Ye Ling was truly deemed worthless.

If not for her father being the Patriarch of the Ye Family, could she have survived up to now?

Ying Zijin glanced indifferently at Ye Lang and kicked one of his acupoints.

Ye Lang just felt numbness in his limbs and a certain strength slowly draining away; he was unable to move for a moment.

“Enough play,” Ying Zijin withdrew her foot, “Let’s go.”

“Miss Ying…” Ye Ling finally came to her senses, “You… you know ancient martial arts?”

The reason why the Ancient Martial World did not allow ancient martial artists to intervene in mundane affairs was that even junior ancient martial artists could easily knock out world-class boxers.

No matter how skilled a normal person was in combat, they simply couldn’t spar with an ancient martial artist.

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow: “I don’t recall saying that I don’t know ancient martial arts.”

Ye Ling looked somewhat dazed: “That seems… right…”

Is this the so-called ordinary person her father talked about?

What a ridiculous joke.

“Miss Ye, let me remind you,” Ying Zijin said indifferently, “tell your father to be careful of your uncle.”

Upon hearing these words, Ye Ling’s expression finally turned serious: “Miss Ying, you’ve noticed too?”

It’s true that Uncle Ye harbored desires for the position of Patriarch, but with his cultivation falling short compared to that of the Patriarch, it remained mere coveting without any actual action.

Ying Zijin paused: “Yes, I have noticed.”

Of course, she didn’t have the time to observe every person in the Ye Family; she had simply calculated a bit.

Her Divine Calculation abilities had recovered quite a bit, and as long as she wasn’t surpassed by another ancient martial artist’s cultivation, she could simply glance and calculate.

However, she was quite lazy and didn’t like to use her Divine Calculation powers very much.

Having to constantly monitor everyone’s future would have worn her out long ago.

“Miss Ying, don’t worry about that,” Ye Ling spoke softly, then forced a smile, “It’s just that I’ve been a drag.”

If only her Ancient Martial Talent was a bit higher, she wouldn’t have been locked down by Ye Lang’s inner strength.

Instead, her talent in Ancient Medicine had become a burden.

Ye Ling shook her head, tossed the thoughts from her mind, and smiled again: “Miss Ying, let me take you to the Ancestral Temple next.”

**

At this time, in the Imperial Capital.

Skywalk Entertainment.

President’s office.

Luo Wenbin was working inside when there was a knock at the door.

He rubbed his eyes and put down his pen: “Come in.”

The secretary entered, speaking in a lowered voice: “President Luo, Miss Tong has already arrived; do you have time to meet her now?”

“She’s here?” Luo Wenbin’s spirits lifted at the news, “Let her in. Have you made sure to avoid the cameras?”

“Have no worries, President Luo.” The secretary nodded. “Aside from the few directors who planned this with us, no one saw Miss Tong arrive.”

“Good,” said Luo Wenbin, “Get the contract ready.”

The secretary nodded again and left.

Three minutes later, she returned with a woman who was wrapped very tightly.

“Miss Tong, hello,” Luo Wenbin stood up, “I’m delighted to see you. Please take a seat.”

“There’s no need to be formal, President Luo,” the woman removed her mask, also full of enthusiasm, “Just call me Yufei.”

Tong Yufei.

An artist under Chuguang Media.

At twenty-eight this year, she was a rising ’90s star with commendable acting skills.

Though far from being a top-tier celebrity, she was still a first-rate star.

She had mainly focused on television dramas, giving her greater national exposure than some film actors.

But Tong Yufei’s ambitions didn’t end there.

She had always wanted to transition to the film industry.

However, she had been unable to succeed these past two years because she couldn’t guarantee box office success.

“Miss Tong, we’ve made our intentions clear over the phone,” the secretary smiled, pushing a document towards Tong Yufei, “This is the contract we’ve prepared. If you agree to execute our plan, we will provide you with the best international resources.”

“You should be aware that Era Media is currently filming ‘Eternal Knight 4,’ and the female lead is from Hua Country.”

At these words, Tong Yufei’s hands trembled slightly, her surprise evident: “‘Eternal Knight 4’?”

“Yes, ‘Eternal Knight 4,'” the secretary glanced at Luo Wenbin before continuing, “Miss Tong, if I may say so, you will absolutely not get such resources at Chuguang Media, not to mention—” he chuckled with implication, “Several Chuguang Media executives have been poisoned and are still comatose in O continent. Once Tianyu takes action, the dissolution of Chuguang Media is just a matter of time. Why remain there?”

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