Chapter 622 She's really dead; Ying Zijing has countless powerful backers. [1st update]

Ling Chonglou met Wen Fengmian once during his trip to Shanghai.

Wen Fengmian left a very deep impression on him at that time.

Wen Fengmian's speech and behavior were completely unlike that of someone who grew up in a poverty-stricken village.

Later, news came that Wen Fengmian was a former child prodigy of the Ji family and had been involved in many experiments.

Is it enshrined in the Judicial Hall?

Even Ling Chonglou was somewhat unable to process what was happening.

“Mr. Ling.” Wen Fengmian nodded. “It’s been a long time.”

Ling Chonglou paused for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Wen is... a retainer of the Court of Justice?"

Wen Fengmian smiled slightly: "I passed the test by luck."

Ling Chonglou was taken aback, remembering how Ling Dongqing had tried to harm him.

Wen Fengmian is a retainer of the Ministry of Supervision, so why would the Ministry of Supervision send people to the Lin family to arrest him?

Ling Chonglou suddenly realized.

No wonder.

The court is impartial; even if he knew Wen Fengmian, he could not be biased in the face of evidence.

Ying Zijing is Wen Fengmian's daughter, and even she chose to come to the Judicial Hall in person.

Ying Zijing stepped forward: "Dad."

"Yaoyao, you're practically a regular here now," Wen Fengmian said, half amused and half helpless. "What's the reason this time?"

"Oh, someone committed murder."

"..."

The two spoke in familiar tones, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.

Especially that earth-shattering cry of "Dad!"

The corridor was silent.

Xie Nian's expression froze instantly, and the smile on her lips gradually faded.

She always thought that Ying Zijin was just an ancient doctor, and that the ancient medical community was her backer.

Why is there a judicial hall offering worship now?

And he's Ying Zijin's father?

Are you kidding me!

Even she didn't have it.

Xie Nian felt a sharp pain on her face when she thought of what she had said earlier.

Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, he wished he could turn around and leave immediately.

"Well, no wonder you weren't afraid to come to the Court of Justice. So you have connections!" After his initial shock, the head of the Fan family realized what was going on and sneered, "Would the Court of Justice be willing to violate its principles and abuse its power for personal gain?"

He spoke loudly, which attracted the attention of the other three ministers.

The presiding judge also arrived, and upon seeing Ling Chonglou again, he paused for a moment, "Why are you here again?"

Ling Chonglou: "Murder."

"..."

The judge remained expressionless, not wanting to pay any more attention to Ling Chonglou, and greeted Wen Fengmian: "Sleeping brother."

Ying Zijin pressed her head down.

She simply couldn't bear to look at the code name "Dad".

"The court of justice must be impartial," Wen Fengmian said calmly. "First, we'll have an autopsy performed, then we'll collect evidence."

"That's right." The judge nodded. "Did everyone see that Miss Ying killed Miss Fan?"

"I saw it!"

"Nonsense! Zijing didn't even touch the hem of her clothes!"

Two voices rang out at the same time.

The former is the head of the Fan family, and the latter is Ling Chonglou.

The presiding judge frowned: "Someone come here."

The court has a special department for autopsies.

An ancient doctor hurried over carrying a medicine box.

The head of the Fan family was unwilling to let the ancient physician go, and said with a fierce but weak voice: "The person is dead, isn't that enough evidence?"

"We must find out exactly how he died." The presiding judge's gaze was cold. "Please do not obstruct the judicial court's investigation."

The head of the Fan family clenched his fist and could only step back, praying that the test results wouldn't reveal anything.

Five minutes later, the ancient medical examination was completed.

The presiding judge asked, "How is it?"

“These three golden needles were inserted last night,” the ancient doctor said, standing up respectfully. “But they weren’t inserted very deeply; they were only recently inserted into the blood vessels.”

"But it wasn't external force, it was internal. In other words, this young lady actively used her internal energy to attract the three golden needles, causing them to penetrate her body."

"And her time of death wasn't when the needles were inserted, but ten minutes later." The ancient physician shook his head and sighed. "What a pity. If Miss Ying had removed those three needles, this young lady could have survived. Now..."

He shook his head: "Even Ancestor Fu Xi can't save us."

Upon hearing this, the head of the Fan family's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out, "You're talking nonsense! You're spouting rubbish! She's just faking her death! What do you mean she can't be saved?"

"Fake death?" The judge's face darkened. "So, your Fan family admits to deliberately framing someone?"

The head of the Fan family then realized that he had inadvertently told the truth.

His face turned ashen.

Wen Fengmian said calmly, "What crime is it to deliberately frame someone?"

"The sentence will be based on the severity of the false accusation," the presiding judge said coldly. "If your false accusation is successful, the accused will be sentenced to death; if the circumstances are serious, they must be imprisoned!"

At this moment, the head of the Fan family did not have time to listen to the Minister of Justice, because he realized that Fan Zhixi was truly devoid of any life.

Even my body felt cold.

Even after he used his internal energy to force out the three golden needles from Fan Zhixi's body, Fan Zhixi remained completely unresponsive.

"Zhixi!" the Fan family head cried out in disbelief. "Zhixi!"

He simply couldn't believe that Fan Zhixi was really dead.

"Miss Xie, why did Zhixi die?" The head of the Fan family trembled and said sharply, "Didn't you say it was just a fake death? That everything would be alright?!"

Xie Nian was already agitated because of Ying Zijing's matter, and now she was even more annoyed: "How should I know? And what does it matter to me whether she's dead or alive? What does this have to do with me?"

She glanced coldly at the head of the Fan family and sneered, "I'm warning you, don't bother me. If you bother the Fan family again, you'll end up like the Liu family!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the courtroom changed their expressions drastically.

The head of the Fan family stared, his eyes bloodshot: "Thank you, Nian!"

Everyone in the ancient martial arts world knows what happened to the Liu family.

The incident stemmed from the fact that the Liu family had angered Xie Nian, and Xie Nian was injured during the fight between the two.

But given Xie Nian's style, it's obvious whose fault it is.

"Alright." Xie Nian casually tossed her hair. "Your Fan family is asking for trouble. Don't drag me into it. She stuck those golden needles in herself."

Even if there is evidence, would the court dare to detain her?

Without Feng Xiu, Xie Huanran is unmatched.

Even the Lin family, Xie Huanran could destroy, but it would take more effort and he might be seriously injured, causing his cultivation to regress.

Xie Huanran was unwilling to take the risk.

"Xie Nian!" the Fan family head roared, "Xie Nian, you will get your retribution! Your fate will be a thousand times, ten thousand times worse than Zhi Xi's!"

"Fine, I'll wait. I want to see what kind of retribution I get, and whether I'll suffer the consequences first, or you'll all die first." Xie Nian curled his lips sarcastically and left openly.

Ling Chonglou's forehead veins bulged as he heard this: "That Xie Nian!"

But there really is no other way.

Who can beat Xie Huanran?

Xie Huanran alone could take on all the ancestors of other families.

The cultivation level of ancient martial arts practitioners reached a plateau with Xie Huanran.

Ling Chonglou clenched his fist: "If only Feng Xiu were still here."

Ying Zijing's eyes narrowed slightly: "He will be there."

Ling Chonglou was taken aback: "Zijin?"

Ying Zijing's expression was unusually serious: "I will find him."

Ling Chonglou sighed: "These things are best left to fate."

"Dad," Ying Zijin said softly, "I'm going to the Martial Arts Alliance."

Wen Fengmian nodded: "Take care of yourself. You don't need to worry about the Judicial Hall."

**

The head of the Fan family, the eldest elder of the Fan family, and that ancestor of the Fan family were all detained by the Judicial Hall.

The elders personally conducted the interrogation.

In addition, a list of crimes was also compiled.

The eldest elder of the Fan family committed the most heinous crimes and should be sentenced to death.

The eldest elder of the Fan family narrowed his eyes and sneered, "The Judicial Hall, do you really care? The thousands of souls of the Liu family are watching you from the underworld!"

"I said you're all trash and useless, that you're afraid of the Xie family and can't protect the ancient martial arts world, can you refute that?"

Upon hearing these words, the elders' expressions changed drastically.

The second elder clenched his fists, his eyes turning red.

Ancient martial arts practitioners withdrew from the ancient martial arts world in the 20th century.

Besides the widespread use of firearms and the rapid development of high technology, it was also because too many ancestors died in that era.

Some fortune tellers have predicted that a great calamity will befall the ancient martial arts world.

Therefore, after discussions within the ancient martial arts community, all ancient martial arts practitioners residing outside the community were ordered to return to the ancient martial arts community.

After all these ancestors passed away, Xie Huanran no longer kept a low profile and revealed his original cultivation level, making a name for himself.

The Xie family rose to become the head of the three great families.

Ten years ago, the Liu family suffered an unprecedented massacre.

Blood flowed like a river.

No one can forget.

Neither the Lin family nor the Yue family intervened, fearing they would be implicated.

The Martial Arts Alliance remained silent, and no one made a move.

The only force that could stop them, the Judicial Hall, lost three more elders, but could only watch helplessly as Xie Huanran drove away.

After the departure of Xie Huanran's generation and even older ancestors, the overall military strength of both the Judicial Hall and other forces was greatly reduced.

The Judicial Hall suffered heavy losses in numerous wars while protecting the residents of the ancient martial arts world.

This loss is irreversible.

Because, like the IBI and the One-Character Team, death is very common when maintaining order and security.

Not everyone can be fearless in the face of death.

Ancient martial arts practitioners are mostly selfish; they only care about themselves and don't care about others.

Therefore, fewer and fewer people are joining the Judicial Hall.

The eldest elder of the Fan family felt even more smug when he saw the entire council of elders of the Judicial Hall remain silent.

His eyes were full of mockery: "Why aren't you talking anymore? You only dare to arrest me, if you're so capable, go arrest Xie Huanran!"

"He wiped out the entire Liu family and nothing happened to him. I only killed a few people. I'm not even as good as him. You're all trash, useless!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he was struck on the head.

"Bang!"

The eldest elder of the Fan family let out a scream, and before he could react, he was restrained.

He tried to resist, but found that he couldn't use any of his internal energy.

The next second, with two "crack" sounds, both of the Fan family elder's arms were severed.

Fu Yunshen leaned against the door.

He was still wearing a black trench coat, his voice laced with laughter, but his almond-shaped eyes were icy cold: "You're so noisy."

Behind him, Yunshan held a gun to the back of the Fan family elder's head and sneered, "A lackey of the Xie family dares to question the Court of Justice?"

The eldest elder of the Fan family was pinned to the table, and Fu Yun had sealed his cultivation, so he couldn't move at all.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was flushed red.

Fu Yunshen sat in the seat of honor, stretched his wrists, lowered his eyelashes, and said with restrained authority: "Someone come here."

The clouds quickly delivered a heavy wooden box.

Fu Yunshen raised his eyes and said calmly, "Show him."

Yunshan forced the eldest elder of the Fan family to raise his head, showing him the documents in his box: "Old man, take a good look. What were others doing when you were living a carefree life?"

"You used to live in the East, didn't you? Protector Gu Mu even saved you when you were a child. Without the Judicial Hall stabilizing the ancient martial arts world, would you, old man, have survived until now?"

"You say the Judicial Hall can't suppress the Xie family's patriarch because of its low martial prowess, then where are all these people? Don't you know?"

Yunshan's voice grew even colder: "You don't even know who they died for?"

"If they weren't from the Judicial Hall, they could have completely ignored you, gone into seclusion to increase their cultivation, and become the number one in the ancient martial arts world. Wouldn't that be better?"

The eldest elder of the Fan family lowered his gaze, his eyes turning even redder.

In 1690, a massive earthquake struck the western part of the ancient martial arts world, with extremely strong tremors that buried 210,000 people.

To rescue the trapped residents, the entire council of elders was mobilized, resulting in one death and two serious injuries.

The two severely injured elders suffered damage to their physical essence, causing their cultivation to regress by several years. Unable to fight again, they have been arranged to retire.

In 1823, a villain emerged from seclusion. He possessed 250 years of ancient martial arts cultivation and indiscriminately slaughtered innocent people along his journey.

The current Grand Elder personally apprehended him, but three days later, the Grand Elder succumbed to his injuries and died. All mourned his passing.

In 1896, a great war broke out in the Eastern world of ancient martial arts, causing great distress to small and medium-sized families.

The Judicial Hall dispatched twenty guard teams to provide assistance from thousands of miles away, saving a total of 87,434 people.

The entire guard was wiped out.

Of the eight guardian deities, six died and two were seriously injured.

At the bottom of the box was a letter of request to join the fight, still stained with blood.

I have heard that there is war in the East and the people are suffering. I have volunteered to fight.

Once you join the Judicial Hall, you are loyal to it for life.

If I am not to return, please, Elder, make proper arrangements for my family and send them to the mortal world to enjoy their old age.

[Guardians of the Judicial Hall, Old English Sheep Volunteers Rally for Battle!]

As a protector of the Judicial Hall, I must do my utmost to protect the residents of the ancient martial arts world and safeguard its safety. I have no other wish in this life than for the war to end, for the ancient martial arts world to be at peace, and for the common people to be safe and sound.

[Xu Yunfeng, a defender of the law at the judicial hall, volunteers for the mission and swears an oath!]

Each line of blood-stained text represents a soldier who sacrificed his life.

(End of this chapter)