The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot
Chapter 622 - 622 Pill Alliance is shaken back up【2 more updates】

Chapter 622: Pill Alliance is shaken, back up【2 more updates】 Chapter 622: Pill Alliance is shaken, back up【2 more updates】 Long before entering this forest, Ying Zijin had already known that someone would come to assassinate them halfway through.

Because those ancient martial artists were targeting Jiang Ran, not her, she was able to predict it.

The Yan Family, being a small clan affiliated with the Xie Family, had already made a huge sacrifice by dispatching such a squad of ancient martial artists.

With these ancient martial artists lost here, the Yan Family was essentially finished.

Ying Zijin found a suitable rock to sit on, “Don’t look at me, go on.”

Jiang Ran clenched his fists, his nerves burning.

Because he could feel that his cultivation had actually increased.

And it wasn’t just a small increase.

Now, his cultivation was at least fifty years.

Twenty years and fifty years were both important milestones.

Once a martial artist reached a hundred years of cultivation, they could be called an Ancient Martial Grandmaster.

“Young Master Ling seems to have stayed in the secular world for too long, he must have forgotten how important cultivation is to an ancient martial artist,” the middle-aged man still smiled, not taking Jiang Ran seriously at all, “I advise you not to waste your effort. Don’t worry, we’ll leave you a——”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked away.

“I am your daddy!” Jiang Ran threw another punch and sneered, “How dare you bully my daddy, do you think you’re worthy, you grandson?”

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, dazed by these blows.

The Yan Family, an ancient martial arts family that had emerged in the last hundred years, clung to the Xie Family because they didn’t even have their own ancient martial art technique.

But the Ling Family was different. The Ling Family had developed their own ancient martial art technique, which enabled them to advance to a mid-sized family.

The Xie Family wanted to exterminate the Ling Family precisely to seize their technique.

Jiang Ran had been practicing the Ling Family’s technique since childhood. Now that his cultivation had improved, it took him only a few moves to disable the twenty ancient martial artists.

And just as he dealt with the last ancient martial artist, suddenly, his strength drained away, and with a “thump,” he collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Ran felt something was off, “How did my cultivation revert back?”

“It was only temporary.” Ying Zijin brushed off her clothes and stood up, “Did you really think you had improved? It was just for training.”

However, there indeed existed an acupuncture technique that could help ancient martial artists enhance their cultivation.

But this was aimed at those whose vitality was nearly depleted, close to the end of their lifespan.

Using the Golden Needle to open up the meridians could help them break through a barrier.

However, by doing so, they would no longer be able to make any further breakthroughs in their cultivation, no matter how they trained afterward.

Relying on external aids was never as strong as self-cultivation.

Jiang Ran: “…”

He felt like he was just a tool.

“Too weak.” Ying Zijin walked forward, crouching down, and said dispassionately, “The current Ancient Martial World is really pathetic.”

The middle-aged man’s ears buzzed, and he struggled to comprehend the girl’s words.

The only thought left in his mind was—

Who exactly is this girl?!

How could she possibly make the cultivation of an ancient martial artist increase so much in such a short time?

Even the medicine concocted by practitioners of Ancient Medicine couldn’t do that.

Then if she wished, couldn’t she easily create a formidable army in the future?

Ying Zijin was very considerate, offering a pill to each person: “Take a pill and be on your way.”

The middle-aged man was forced to swallow the pill; his body twisted in pain, yet he couldn’t make a sound.

Before long, under the effect of the medicine, all twenty ancient martial artists’ bodies had dissolved.

There was truly not a trace left.

Jiang Ran hadn’t seen much of Ancient Medicine, but he watched television.

Seeing this scene, he immediately thought of the “Corpse Dissolving Liquid” from martial arts TV dramas and involuntarily gulped.

This…

No wonder he had heard Ling Zhonglou and Jiang Huaping say since he was young that it was better to offend ancient martial artists than to offend practitioners of Ancient Medicine.

If, during treatment, an Ancient Medicine practitioner inserted an extra needle by chance, they could destroy an ancient martial artist’s cultivation.

Jiang Ran managed to calm himself down: “Fortunately, there’s no one here. They chose a good spot.”

Ying Zijin hummed indifferently: “Pretend you didn’t see anything.”

After all, she was at a disadvantage in terms of time, her ancient martial cultivation still far from a hundred years.

Now was not the time to confront the entire Xie Family.

“I will definitely keep it a secret.” Jiang Ran patted his chest, “Even if I am captured and they brand me with a hot iron, I won’t say a word.”

Ying Zijin paused, “You, have watched quite a few spy dramas.”

His mind was a bit off.

**

On the Pill Alliance’s end.

Ying Zijin only sold one bottle of Rejuvenation Pills to the Pill Alliance, containing a total of ten pills.

These ten pills weren’t put up for sale but were snatched up by their own Ancient Medicine practitioners.

The entire Pill Alliance was shaken.

Lin Qingjia had just finished purchasing the medicinal materials she needed at the Pill Alliance and was about to leave.

A voice called out to her.

“Miss Qingjia.” A pharmacy assistant ran out with a box in his hands and handed it to her respectfully, “This is a Rejuvenation Pill that Master just bought from the Pill Alliance. It has a one hundred percent utilization rate, specially for you. He said it’s for you to study and see if you can also develop it.”

Lin Qingjia was slightly surprised, “Really a Rejuvenation Pill with one hundred percent utilization rate?”

The Rejuvenation Pill could help ancient martial artists recover their inner strength.

What did a one hundred percent utilization rate Rejuvenation Pill represent?

It meant that in battle, this ancient martial artist had an extra life.

The highest utilization rate of Rejuvenation Pills currently on the market was only seventy percent.

Lin Qingjia accepted the box, “Who was it?”

“It was a young lady, I don’t know what she looks like, but she’s very young. She’s not a regular customer of the Pill Alliance; today was her first time.” The pharmacy assistant thought for a moment, “Her figure is a bit like Miss Qingjia’s, but…”

The words “even better” were swallowed just in time.

“I see.” Lin Qingjia nodded, “Go tell your Master that I will do my best.”

The pharmacy assistant thanked her again.

Lin Qingjia held the medicine vial, frowning.

Very young?

She thought about it but couldn’t think of anyone suitable.

Lin Qingjia didn’t dwell on it and hurriedly left.

**

In the evening.

At the Ling Family.

Jiang Ran reported everything that had happened on the road, omitting anything related to Ying Zijin.

The Ling Family had many prying eyes, and he had to keep Ying Zijin’s matters confidential.

At least two factions within the Ling Family were eyeing the position of family head held by Ling Zhonglou.

“It’s the Xie Family again.” Ling Zhonglou frowned, “They really have not given up.”

“Family head!” At that moment, a guard hurried in, “The Xie Family has sent the Yan Family over, saying they want to hand over the young master; otherwise, they will launch an attack on the Ling Family.”

“They have also informed the Judicial Hall, and people from the Supervision Department are on their way here.”

Ying Zijin looked up.

“Dad, I did it, I’ll go out,” Jiang Ran sneered, “Does the Xie Family think they can do whatever they want just because they have people in the Judicial Hall?”

This kind of family feud was originally not something the Judicial Hall would intervene in.

However, because the Xie Family had someone in the Judicial Hall serving as Left Protector, they could indeed send someone over on any pretext.

Ling Zhonglou glanced at him, indifferently asking, “And who is your father?”

“I…” Jiang Ran choked for a moment, then immediately pointed to the Border Collie squatting at the doorway, “I’m its father!”

Ying Zijin casually remarked, “The Border Collie is smarter than you.”

Border Collies rank first in intelligence among the world’s dog breeds.

Jiang Ran: “…”

“Doudou.” Jiang Huaping called out.

The dog’s ears moved at the sound, and it immediately wagged its tail, heading into the bedroom and then quickly returning with a facial mask in its mouth.

Jiang Huaping took it, “See?”

Jiang Ran felt utterly dejected.

“The Xie Family won’t let this matter rest; they won’t just forgive and forget,” Ling Zhonglou said somberly, “Do you think that if you go out there, they will stop holding the Ling Family accountable?”

As a mid-sized ancient martial arts family, the Ling Family had always remained neutral.

Therefore, the Xie Family had been eyeing the Ling Family for a long time but had not found a suitable excuse to take action.

Jiang Ran pressed his lips tightly together.

Indeed.

The reason the Ling Family had sent him to Shanghai City was also that he was frequently targeted for assassination in the Ancient Martial World.

The list of candidates for the Judicial Hall’s protectors had been submitted long ago, and the Xie Family naturally got the news. They intended to eliminate him before Jiang Ran could enter the Judicial Hall.

“But on the other hand—” Ling Zhonglou turned his head, “How did you manage to kill so many ancient martial artists?”

Jiang Ran, with eyes wide open, seriously lied, “I transformed into a Super Saiyan.”

Ling Zhonglou couldn’t listen anymore and stood up to leave.

Jiang Huaping followed him out.

Jiang Ran opened his mouth but eventually sat down, somewhat annoyed, “Daddy Ying, if I had known, we might as well have run away.”

They had no one to back them up in the Judicial Hall, and after this killing, there was no one to support them.

“Don’t worry,” Ying Zijin sipped her tea. Her eyelashes lightly drooped as she spoke in a voice that only Jiang Ran could hear, “It’s probably my father who has arrived.”

The new patron in the Supervision Department of the Judicial Hall was Wen Fengmian.

Jiang Ran was startled.

Before he could react, the Judicial Hall’s people had already arrived outside.

The person leading them wore a wooden mask, concealing their presence.

Patriarch Yan immediately greeted them, grinding his teeth in anger, “The Ling Family killed a total of twenty of our Yan Family members, clearly on purpose. Honored Patron, please stand up for us.”

He wanted to see how the Ling Family would protect Jiang Ran this time.