The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 754 - 610 Renowned in the Ancient Martial World, a Prelude to Fury [Extra - ]
Chapter 754: 610 Renowned in the Ancient Martial World, a Prelude to Fury [Extra Chapter]
The Number One Ancient Martial Artist, Feng Xiu, no one knows his real age anymore.
Because all the ancient martial artists of his generation have long since turned to dust.
The ancestor of the Xie Family is also decades younger than Feng Xiu.
How old is Ying Zijin this year?
Feng Xiu doesn’t have any descendants, and there is no Fong Family in the Ancient Martial World.
These two people, they couldn’t be more unrelated.
"Also, it’s all because of you, why did you have to run into the Judicial Hall when you went to kidnap someone?" Patriarch Xie also scolded, "Now the Judicial Hall won’t even let the ancient martial grandmasters from the Xie Family go out."
Xie Feng shut his mouth, completely silent.
"Enough, both you father and son should say less," Madam Xie lifted the medicine, "Stop letting the people from the other factions laugh at us."
Patriarch Xie winced in pain, "Where’s Nian Nian? Did she go out to play?"
"She’s at home," said Madam Xie. "She just did a cultivation test yesterday, her Ancient Martial Cultivation has reached seventy-six years."
Patriarch Xie was overjoyed, "A half-step ancient martial grandmaster?!"
Once Ancient Martial Cultivation reaches over seventy-five years, one becomes a half-step ancient martial grandmaster.
Xie Nian is only twenty-four this year!
Truly deserving of being the top prodigy of the Ancient Martial World.
"Yes," laughed Madam Xie, "Nian Nian is really doing us proud, that stepdaughter from the Lin Family, her Ancient Martial Cultivation is only a bit over sixty years, far too inferior."
Patriarch Xie was extremely happy, "Good, too good. Once my injuries are healed, I must throw a banquet for Nian Nian, inviting everyone from the Ancient Martial World."
What Lin Qingjia, what Ying Zijin, they can only be the supporting cast to Xie Nian.
**
The Imperial Capital.
Ji Family Villa.
Ying Zijin had just finished bathing and came out, still wearing her bathrobe, with water dripping from the tips of her hair.
Fu Yunshen picked up a towel and began to dry her hair, lazily laughing, "Girlfriend, is this seducing me?"
Ying Zijin glanced at him, "I haven’t started yet."
"Then don’t," Fu Yunshen paused, "My self-control around you is always weak, I’ll turn into a beast in a moment."
After drying her hair, the two sat on the sofa to watch television.
The mobile phone rang at this moment, it was a WeChat video call.
Fu Yunshen glanced at the screen, "Your son."
"You take it," Ying Zijin stood up, "I’ll go change."
Fu Yunshen nodded and pressed the answer button.
The handsome face that was close at hand suddenly appeared on the screen, startling Jiang Ran on the other end, "Seventh... Seventh Young Master Fu?"
"Yes, it’s me, your dad will come over in a bit."
Jiang Ran was greatly surprised.
What the heck?
What time is it now?
His dad and Fu Yunshen are living together?
And he, he’s still a lowly single dog.
The disparity between people.
Ying Zijin had changed and took the phone, "What’s up?"
"Oh oh right, Daddy Ying, look at me," Jiang Ran showed her the testing tool, "My Ancient Martial Cultivation has reached thirty-five years, I just had a breakthrough not long ago."
Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow, this time not perfunctory, "Not bad, pretty impressive, you’re progressing really fast."
"Ah, but I’m nowhere close to you, Daddy Ying, how does it feel to be renowned as a prodigy throughout the Ancient Martial World?"
"Boring."
"..."
Ying Zijin’s name was indeed known throughout the Ancient Martial World.
Many ancient martial artists don’t know what she looks like, but they have heard of her great reputation.
Jiang Ran fidgeted a bit, "Daddy Ying, I have a ranking match this weekend, can you come to watch?"
The Guard Squad of the Judicial Hall also has different ranks.
Level One being the highest, Level Five the lowest.
Jiang Ran is currently a Fifth Level Guard.
To advance in rank, it’s necessary to participate in a ranking match.
The average age of Level Four Guards is over sixty, if Jiang Ran manages to advance, he would break a record of the Judicial Hall.
"Okay," Ying Zijin agreed, "I’ll come and watch."
"That’s great," Jiang Ran rubbed his hands together, "Daddy Ying, bet on me to win, I’ll definitely make you a lot of money."
Fu Yunshen tilted his head, smiling, "Yaoyao, your son sure knows your mind."
"Seventh Young Master, you should come too," Jiang Ran coughed twice, lowering his voice, "I’m telling you, there are a lot of people in the Ancient Martial World who want to marry my dad, we have a few at home too, you have to assert your claim."
Fu Yunshen lifted his eyebrows flirtatiously, "Wait a second, what should you call me?"
"I..." Jiang Ran opened his mouth, muttering softly, "I can’t call you mom."
Fu Yunshen’s flirtatious gaze lifted lightly, sweeping across the face.
With an oppressive air.
Facing this gaze, without thinking, Jiang Ran blurted out, "Father Fu."
"Good son."
Jiang Ran: "..."
Damn, it’s over.
If his dad finds out he acknowledged another father, he’s definitely going to kill him.
Jiang Ran could already foresee Ling Zhonglou’s benevolent smile.
"Since you’ve been so obedient, I’ll go watch your match with your Daddy Ying." Fu Yunshen lounged on the sofa, "Just perform well, there’s a reward for advancing to the next round, and it’s substantial."
Jiang Ran was startled, "When did advancing come with a reward? The Judicial Hall didn’t mention that."
Fu Yunshen looked nonchalant, "I’ll give you the reward."
Jiang Ran: "..."
He thought the Judicial Hall was giving out the reward.
But he was quite happy that Fu Yunshen and Ying Zijin would come to watch his arena match.
Jiang Ran hung up the phone and went back to training.
**
Two days later.
Judicial Hall.
The territory of the Guard Squad.
Jiang Ran was cultivating seriously when he received a WeChat message from Ling Mianxi.
[Scary Cousin]: Hey, Xiao Ranran, I’ll pick you up tonight, what do you want to eat?
Jiang Ran found it odd, wondering why Ling Mianxi was suddenly so generous.
Suddenly, a hand pressed down on his phone, and a scoffing voice followed, "Yo, kid, you’ve got a phone? Let me play with it."
Jiang Ran gripped his phone tightly, alertly eyeing the ancient martial artist in front of him, "What do you want to do?"
He recognized Qiao Dong.
During the weekend’s arena match, he had fought Qiao Ting, Qiao Dong’s nephew.
Qiao Dong, a Second Level Guard at the Judicial Hall, was eighty this year, in the prime of life for an ancient martial artist, with sixty years of cultivation.
And the Qiao Family, also a mid-sized clan in the Ancient Martial World, wasn’t weaker than the Ling Family in overall strength.
"What do I want to do?" Qiao Dong smirked, "I want to make sure you can’t participate in the arena match. You have a choice, either you drop out, or I make you."
Jiang Ran’s expression turned frosty, "You’re dreaming."
"Jiang boy, don’t think that just because you joined the Guard Squad, you can rest easy," Qiao Dong’s expression turned cold, "Here, you’re just a newbie. Don’t you understand hierarchy?"
As he spoke, he clapped his hands and laughed: "Not yet twenty, and you already have thirty-five years of Ancient Martial Cultivation, quite impressive."
Generally speaking, one standard to be called a "genius" among ancient martial artists was a difference of fewer than five years between one’s age and their cultivation.
After all, most ancient martial artists managed to solidify their Inner Strength only when they were in their teens.
If the difference is greater, they are considered absolute geniuses.
But Jiang Ran nearly doubled that.
A genius among geniuses.
The key point, however, was that his mother wasn’t even an ancient martial artist, yet he had such great Ancient Martial Talent?
Initially, mid-sized families and above in the Ancient Martial World didn’t take Jiang Ran seriously, and he wasn’t listed among the geniuses.
Because they all knew about his violent Inner Strength; whether he could live long was another matter.
But who would have thought that Jiang Ran would become normal, and his Ancient Martial Cultivation was growing rapidly?
"So what?" Qiao Dong lifted Jiang Ran up forcefully, "Won’t you still have to beg me for mercy? If you can, beat me. Oh, right, begging works too. Go ahead, beg."
Jiang Ran clenched his teeth, not uttering a word.
Seeing that he refused to beg, Qiao Dong’s gaze turned suddenly darker.
He grabbed Jiang Ran by the hair, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall.
With a "bang," Jiang Ran’s head hit the wall, creating cracks in it.
Qiao Dong didn’t hold back, continuously bashing him against it.
Blood streamed down Jiang Ran’s head, a ghastly sight.
Soon, he fell into unconsciousness.
But from start to finish, he didn’t scream a word.
Watching this, another guard intervened: "Brother Dong, don’t beat him to death. If you kill him, you’ll be punished."
It was fine for guards to spar, but killing was not allowed.
Jiang Ran was a Level Four Guard and didn’t hold as much importance in the Judicial Hall as Qiao Dong.
Let alone the fact that Qiao Dong was acquainted with the Left Protector.
"He won’t die. Let’s go; this is boring." Qiao Dong sneered. "What a weakling, pah, thirty-five years of Ancient Martial Cultivation and still nothing but a pushover in front of me."
He was curious to see how Jiang Ran would manage in the weekend’s arena match.
**
Evening.
Ling Family.
Ying Zijin had agreed to watch Jiang Ran’s arena match and arrived a day early.
Unlike before, the atmosphere at the Ling Family was tense.
Steward Ling rushed out, his eyes red, yet he managed a smile, "Miss Ying, you’ve arrived. Why didn’t you say something earlier? We weren’t prepared."
Ying Zijin’s glance was as cool as water: "What happened?"
