Chapter 347 Ancestor, a daily face-slapping technique [3 updates]
The sound was soft, faint, and gentle, yet it possessed a powerful, awe-inspiring force.
Ling Dan and Ling Shuang's expressions changed, and they stopped in their tracks.
The two even felt a kind of pressure, and their nerves tensed up instantly.
The three elders suddenly stood up and turned their heads.
She was a woman in her thirties, dressed very simply.
Her appearance was nothing special, just ordinary, but you could sense her extraordinary nature.
Upon seeing the woman, the Third Elder was instantly wide awake.
He adjusted his hat and then knelt down with a thud.
The First Elder and the Second Elder glared at him and immediately knelt down as well.
The three old men were very respectful.
"Greetings, Ancestor."
Upon hearing this title, Ling Dan and Ling Shuang were instantly shocked.
Is this young woman the matriarch of the Fu family?
No, that's not the point. Powerful ancient medicine can preserve one's youthful appearance forever.
The key point is that the ancestor of the Fu family actually came out?
Although Ling Chonglou is the current head of the Ling family, the previous heads are still alive.
They will retire after a certain number of years and go into retirement.
Ling Dan and Ling Shuang are experts of Ling Chonglou's generation, but they are naturally no match for ancient martial arts practitioners who have cultivated for hundreds of years.
The true masters and immortals in the ancient martial arts world usually remain in seclusion.
It is difficult to see any member of this family.
Not to mention our ancestors.
In both ancient medicine and ancient martial arts families, there is only one ancestor, who is the highest-ranking member of the family who is still alive.
After the ancestor dies, only the first person in the next generation can receive this title.
Ling Dan and Ling Shuang had never met the current patriarch of the Ling family, nor did they know who he was.
They had only seen portraits of the successive heads of the Ling family in the ancestral hall and would go there to offer incense.
According to Ling Dan and Ling Shuang's speculation, if possible, the current ancestor of the Ling family is the one who founded the Ling family.
Ancient martial arts emerged in the late 16th century. The Ling family's history is not that long, but it is still over three hundred years old.
Ancient medicine emerged later than ancient martial arts, appearing in the late 18th century.
“It’s not ancient times anymore, there’s no need for such formalities.” The woman coughed, raised her hand, and gestured for the three elders to rise. “I am Fu Xi, don’t be afraid, I have something I want to ask you.”
These words were spoken to Ling Dan and Ling Shuang.
But Ling Dan and Ling Shuang were still very nervous.
Who knows how many generations older this Fu Xi is than them?
"I heard that the internal energy turmoil within your young master has completely subsided." Fu Xi nodded slightly. "I wonder who helped with the treatment?"
Ling Dan and Ling Shuang immediately became alert.
Jiang Ran's recovery cannot be kept secret.
Ling Chonglou is the head of the Ling family, but Jiang Huaping is an ordinary person. All the major families are keeping an eye on her, and Jiang Ran is also a thorn in the side of many people.
The martial arts world was in chaos recently, so Ling Chonglou had no choice but to send Jiang Ran to Shanghai to avoid trouble.
The Ling family and the Fu family are not related by marriage; the alliance with the Ling family is with another ancient medical family.
But even allies are not permanent.
What does Fu Xi want to do by asking this question?
"I'm sorry, senior." Ling Shuang and Ling Dan exchanged a glance and spoke at the same time, "Someone did save the young master, but we don't know who it was. According to the family head's guess, it should be a reclusive divine doctor."
That's true.
Ling Chonglou truly did not know who had saved Jiang Ran.
But someone who can completely cure Jiang Ran's illness is definitely not an ordinary doctor.
Fu Xi paused for a moment, then said, "I see."
She remained silent, and the others dared not move.
"This is a medicine I've refined." After a long silence, Fu Xi took out a box. "It can extend lifespan by eighty years and also preserve youth."
Ling Dan and Ling Shuang couldn't help but be taken aback.
The three elders were also surprised.
Even for Fu Xi, taking such a pill would require a great deal of effort.
Most ancient doctors did not live long because they risked their lives to make medicine.
These life-extending drugs have very strict conditions and will shorten one's own lifespan.
Therefore, to this day, the ancient martial arts world has only developed this kind of beauty pill that can extend lifespan only for women.
Moreover, they must be able to withstand the effects of the medicine.
This requires a powerful ancient martial arts practitioner to protect the user and help unblock acupoints.
Most importantly, just like alchemy's ability to modify the body and slow down cell aging, it also has an age limit.
There's simply no way to get past fifty.
"Take it," Fu Xi smiled. "Consider it a small gift."
A gift to mark our meeting?
The second elder plucked out his beard and hissed.
But it was their first time meeting each other too.
Why isn't it there?
What kind of differential treatment is this?
They are clearly from the Fu family!
The second elder's eyes practically gleamed with greed as he looked at the box.
If he could get his hands on it and study it, his medical skills would definitely improve!
Ling Shuang and Ling Dan accepted the package with trepidation and returned home in a daze.
If other ancient martial arts families knew that Ling Chonglou had obtained medicine personally refined by the Fu family's ancestor, how many people would be envious?
"Ancestor, you—" The Grand Elder was about to speak when he saw that Fu Xi had already left.
The Third Elder let out a long sigh, tilted his head to the side, and fell asleep again.
**
Fu Xi returned to her residence.
She always lived simply; her bedroom contained only a bed, a table, and a cabinet.
Next to the bedroom was a secret chamber for refining medicine.
Fu Xi went inside and sat down cross-legged in front of her medicine furnace.
Her eyes were unfocused, and she sighed softly, uttering a question that even she herself couldn't answer: "Is it you, Master?"
Ancient martial artists sometimes experience internal energy disturbances due to their training.
However, Jiang Ran's condition was congenital and is essentially incurable.
However, this does not include the ancestors of ancient medical families, as they would never take action.
Fu Xi knew that among the other ancient medical families of her generation who knew how to treat this kind of illness, some had died, and others had been in seclusion and had never come out. They would never have any connection with Jiang Ran.
If you eliminate the other options, the remaining answer, no matter how impossible, is still true.
As for the alchemists and poisoners on the continent of O?
They don't understand ancient martial arts.
Only her master could fully restore Jiang Ran to health.
But Fu Xi didn't get any answers.
Even if she managed to get the information, her master was elusive and impossible to see.
Fu Xi sighed, picked up a few medicinal herbs, threw them into the medicine furnace, closed her eyes, and quietly began to refine the medicine.
She doesn't know if she'll ever see her master again in her lifetime.
She doesn't have much time left to live.
**
December 28th.
The group went to the airport together.
From beginning to end, Nie Chao stayed far away from Ling Mianxi, lagging behind at the very back of the group.
Fortunately, with Jiang Ran, a single guy, as his companion, Nie Chao felt somewhat comforted.
This is an A380 passenger plane, with 12 seats in first class.
After Fu Yunshen went up, he opened the bag containing the blindfold and handed it to Ying Zijin.
He then adjusted the seat so she could rest comfortably.
After Ying Zijing closed her eyes, Fu Yunshen took out a blanket and covered her with it.
Nie Chao sat on the other side of the aisle, wanting nothing more than to gouge out his own eyes.
He simply couldn't stand it anymore.
Why do some men, after being single for a long time, become like this once they find a girl they like?
Are you trying to kill single people?
Ling Mianxi was bursting with envy.
She had never experienced such a life before.
When she met Nie Yi, they would only spar and have a meal together, nothing more.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
Ling Mianxi beckoned to Nie Chao.
Nie Chao's heart skipped a beat; he was terrified, but he still stood up and leaned closer: "B-B..."
As a grown man, he simply couldn't bring himself to call a young girl that name.
"Second brother, don't worry." Ling Mianxi patted his shoulder forcefully, her expression serious. "From now on, your sister-in-law will protect you."
Nie Chao wore a bitter expression.
He was afraid of a mixed doubles match.
Just then, the flight attendant lifted the curtain, and more people boarded the plane.
It was Meng Ru.
Meng Ru did not plan to wait for Ying Yuexuan to leave together. There were many things to do at the Yuan family, and she also needed to return to the Yuan family before the end of the year.
After I finish this busy schedule, this is the closest flight I can take.
Meng Ru's seat was in the last row. Without looking at the other people in first class, she fastened her seatbelt and prepared to rest.
Beside her, her special assistant exclaimed in surprise: "Madam, is that Young Master Nie Chao?"
It was no secret among the elite circles of the capital that Grandpa Nie had chosen Nie Chao as his successor.
As one of the families that has always wanted to associate with the Nie family, the Yuan family naturally paid even more attention.
These families even obtained Nie Chao's birth date and time, and were thinking of finding a feng shui master to calculate whether any of their daughters were a suitable match.
However, they have never been able to see each other, including the Yuan family.
Meng Ru looked up: "What?"
From now on, let those who start arguments have their fun; taking it seriously is a losing proposition.
The second apprentice has appeared; we're still one short!
(End of this chapter)
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