The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot
Chapter 480 - 480 438 Immediately taking action Fu Yunshen Xie Feng

Chapter 480: 438 Immediately taking action, Fu Yunshen: Xie Feng, right? [3 updates]_2 Chapter 480: 438 Immediately taking action, Fu Yunshen: Xie Feng, right? [3 updates]_2 The last stop was the Imperial Capital.

Class 19 students, upon seeing the live stream, rushed straight to Chuguang Media’s entrance.

“Daddy Ying!” Xiu Yu lunged forward, hugging the girl. “I missed you to death.”

Ying Zijin patted her back. “Didn’t I say, I’m fine?”

“But it’s not the same as seeing you with my own eyes,” mumbled Xiu Yu, “I really missed you so much.”

She and Jiang Ran actually knew that Ying Zijin was in the Ancient Martial World.

But like Ling Mianxi, for Ying Zijin’s safety, they hadn’t met, only chatting online.

The younger brother lowered his voice, yet his eyes sparkled with excitement. “Brother Ran, don’t you also want to hug our dad?”

Jiang Ran: “…Get lost.”

Dare he?

If he dared step forward, his head would roll off his shoulders today.

Not to mention Fu Yunshen, Jiang Huaping would hang him up and beat him first.

Jiang Ran sulked.

“Let’s go, Daddy Ying, let’s go eat.” Xiu Yu, her emotions now stable, let go. “Jiang Ran is bleeding money, so feel free to eat whatever.”

**

Around the corner.

Xie Feng was there with several of his guards, already waiting for a while.

Now seeing Ying Zijin coming out of Chuguang Media’s building, a guard flexed his hands. “Second Young Master, shall I knock her out now?”

Xie Feng frowned and waved his hand to stop him. “There are too many people, just wait, we can’t expose our identities in front of all these people.”

Of course, these ordinary folks were no threat to him.

But the Judicial Hall could be.

The Judicial Hall had a strict rule that absolutely forbade exposing Ancient Martial secrets to the general public.

Although Xie Feng paid little attention to the news, he was aware that Ying Zijin’s current status internationally was quite high.

But that was only on the outside. Once inside the Ancient Martial World, an ordinary person like her, she would still be at the mercy of their Xie Family, wouldn’t she?

Furthermore, after Ying Zijin married Xie Yu, she would become the young lady of the Xie Family.

This was a situation many legitimate daughters of Ancient Martial Families would covet in vain.

The Ancient Martial World and the outside world were completely isolated; even if the whole international community started looking, they wouldn’t be found.

Suddenly, a guard spoke up. “Second Young Master, they seem to be leaving.”

“Let’s go.” Xie Feng waved his hand, his gaze cold. “Follow them.”

The guards followed, not taking a vehicle, moving quickly.

Eventually, they reached another big hotel.

“Wait here,” commanded Xie Feng, restraining his aura. “I don’t believe she won’t come out.”

The guards dispersed around,

but this time, they didn’t have to wait long.

Ten minutes later, the girl came out of the hotel alone from the front door.

Xie Feng ordered again: “Follow her.”

The guard nodded and trailed Ying Zijin to the hotel’s back door.

The back door wasn’t crowded, with just a few staff members coming and going.

“Now,” sneered Xie Feng. “Knock her out and take her away.”

Two guards swiftly approached, moving like shadows.

The staff members didn’t notice a thing.

Xie Feng waited.

Just then, a hand fell upon his neck from behind, chopping down with profound inner strength.

Xie Feng, although a Xie Family genius with high ancient martial talent, was limited by his age, his cultivation not very profound.

Without uttering a sound, he passed out on the spot.

At the same time, all of the guards also collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

After nodding towards Yun Shan and Yun Wu, Ying Zijin left.

“Idiot,” Yun Shan muttered as he pulled out a sack to cover the unconscious Xie Feng. “Finally caught you; thought you were so smart.”

Compared to Yun Shan, Yun Wu was more expressionless.

He didn’t speak, directly proceeding with a fierce barrage of kicks.

Xie Feng was knocked out so severely that he didn’t awaken even from the kicks.

“Let’s go, bring him to the young master,” said Yun Shan as he secured the sack tightly, hoisting it onto his shoulder.

**

Ying Zijin returned to the hotel private room, wiped her hands, and waited for the dishes to be served.

Xiu Yu, sitting beside her, suddenly spoke up. “Daddy Ying, I’m going back to the Xiu Family next month.”

“I did pretty well on the college entrance exam, exactly 700 points. Imperial Capital University even called my aunt yesterday.”

She had broken away from the Xiu Family, but the only relative she still contacted was her aunt.

“Hmm,” Ying Zijin nodded, “Do you need me to treat your hand?”

Xiu Yu was startled for a moment: “You noticed, huh?”

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes drooped as she chuckled lightly: “How could I not notice.”

She knew from the first time she met Xiu Yu that he was actually left-handed.

But a severe problem had occurred with Xiu Yu’s left hand, which was why he had switched to using his right hand.

“Treat it,” Xiu Yu fell silent for a moment before making up his mind, “My dad has been missing all this time, and I can’t continue to be in a slump. It just so happens, with the college entrance exam, I’m going back to the Xiu Family.”

“I’ve always known that my dad isn’t like what they say. He and my mom have always had a good relationship. There’s an eighty percent chance that Xiu Yan isn’t my dad’s child.”

It was just that she was blinded by anger at the time, in addition to the injury on her left hand.

Later, after she found some clues, she calmed down.

Ying Zijin nodded slightly: “You haven’t looked for your father?”

“I have,” Xiu Yu whispered, “I even went to the Ancient Martial World, but didn’t find him.”

Ying Zijin seemed pensive.

After resting for a few days, she could help Xiu Yu figure it out.

“However, my left hand doesn’t affect me now,” Xiu Yu touched his chin, “Daddy Ying, treat me when you are free. You’ve been too tired lately, get some good rest.”

Ying Zijin nodded her head.

She was indeed a bit tired.

Performing surgery required meticulousness unlike other tasks.

Xiu Yu then casually asked, “By the way, what did you go out for just now?”

Ying Zijin poured herself a glass of wine, unhurried: “Fishing.”

Xiu Yu: “???”

**

When Xie Feng woke up, he only felt a soreness in his neck, so intense he could hardly lift his head.

And waves of pain coursed through his body.

He had been ambushed!

Xie Feng tried to recall what had happened before but found he had no memory of it.

He then tried to gather his Inner Strength, but he couldn’t muster it at all.

Not even a bit of energy.

Xie Feng suddenly lifted his head and found himself in a black cage, his expression changing drastically.

Inner Strength, plainly speaking, is a type of power within the human body.

Ancient martial artists learn through the Ancient Martial Arts Secret Manuals how to utilize this power to develop the human body’s limits.

But as long as it’s power, it can be suppressed.

This type of cage is only possessed by the Judicial Hall.

It was created long ago by the ancestors of ancient martial artists using a special kind of ore.

Even an ancient martial artist with high Cultivation, once locked in this cage, would not be able to use Inner Strength.

The Judicial Hall uses these cages to punish martial artists who have broken the rules.

The Xie Family has connections in the Judicial Hall.

Xie Feng couldn’t understand at all why he was locked up here.

He looked around warily and realized he was in the basement of an abandoned villa.

Damp, dark, and teeming with insects and vermin.

Several of his guards were also passed out beside him, similarly caged.

“Who’s there?!” Xie Feng could not suppress his anger, “Release me immediately! Do you arrest people without a warrant?!”

At that moment, the basement door opened.

In came Yun Shan and Yun Wu, both wearing masks.

Xie Feng’s gaze turned icy: “What is this? Release me now! Do you know who I am?”

A low chuckle sounded: “Of course, I know.”

But the voice did not belong to Yun Shan or Yun Shui.

Xie Feng frowned.

He lifted his head and only then noticed a third person in the basement.

It was a tall, imposing man.

He too was wearing a mask, his true face concealed.

But his presence was so formidable it was almost suffocating.

Xie Feng had never felt this sensation even when facing the ancient martial artists of the Xie Family who possessed Cultivation of over a hundred years.

Fu Yunshen’s lips curled up, a cold smile in his peach blossom eyes: “The Xie Family, Xie Feng, right?”