Chapter 601 Better to be Dead or Alive, Ying Zijing Awakens [1st Update]
He didn't use much force at all, and easily made the head guard faint.
On the ground, a group of Meng family guards lay dead.
The Meng family is not an ancient martial arts family after all, and most of the guards' ancient martial arts cultivation is around thirty years.
Even without revealing his true cultivation level, Fu Yunshen easily dealt with all of Meng's guards.
The muscles on the head of the Meng family twitched, and his voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth: "Fu Yunshen, don't go too far!"
This scene brought him back to many years ago.
At that time, Fu Yunshen was still a teenager, but he used his fists to cripple the direct descendant of the Meng family.
After that, Fu Yunshen never set foot in the Meng family again, and the Meng family had no idea how much ancient martial arts cultivation Fu Yunshen had now.
The head of the Meng family truly did not expect that Fu Yunshen would dare to break into the Meng family like this.
Ancient medicine is rare, so it has been protected by the entire ancient martial arts community.
Even opposing forces would never lay a hand on ancient medicine.
Because doctors are so important no matter where you are.
Isn't Fu Yunshen afraid of being punished by the ancient martial arts world?!
Fu Yunshen released his grip, and the head guard fell to the ground.
He stepped forward, approaching the head of the Meng family step by step.
Its imposing and awe-inspiring presence is captivating.
The head of the Meng family's legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground with a thud: "What...what do you want to do?"
He was no longer the aggressive man he had been, and cried out in panic, "Help! Help!"
Soon another team of guards arrived.
The one leading the group was Meng Jingyu.
"Fu Yunshen!" Meng Jingyu's expression changed. "Don't forget, this is the Meng family!"
“Even the Xie family doesn’t dare to act recklessly in the Meng family. If you offend the Meng family, which ancient doctor will dare to treat you in the future?”
Upon hearing this, Fu Yunshen turned his head and said, "I almost forgot about you."
The next second, before Meng Jingyu could react, she was slammed against the wall, her feet off the ground, and her throat was gripped tightly.
There was absolutely no way to resist.
They couldn't even use their internal energy.
This can only be absolute suppression!
Meng Jingyu looked horrified, stammering incoherently, "Your cultivation level..."
He wouldn't be considered a martial arts genius, but he wasn't bad either; otherwise, he wouldn't have been sent to the Meng family by a martial arts clan.
Fu Yunshen smiled, a cold smile, his eyes filled with ruthlessness: "You sent people to steal her medicine at the auction, didn't you? Hmm?"
He raised his hand and punched Meng Jingyu in the face.
An excruciating pain swept through my entire body from my head, and my body felt as if it were being crushed.
Meng Jingyu coughed up a mouthful of blood: "Fu Yunshen, you—"
He didn't get to finish his sentence because the man threw another punch.
Punch after punch.
The Meng family is, after all, a family of ancient doctors, and they don't have many ancient martial arts practitioners, so no one can stop them.
After dozens of punches, Meng Jingyu was unable to speak; only blood flowed continuously from the corner of her mouth, like beads from a broken string.
His head lolled to the side, he couldn't hold on, and he fainted.
Another one is ruined.
The scene is so similar.
The Dream Clan Master's heart trembled even more violently, and his whole body shook.
“It’s your turn.” Fu Yunshen rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. “I remember when I left that year, I said, don’t mess with me.”
He leaned down slightly, patted the face of the Meng family head with a fruit knife he had casually picked up from the table, and chuckled, "You're an old man, why are you so foolish as to bully my young lady?"
The Dream Clan Master's body trembled again.
Fu Yunshen said calmly, "Don't worry, she won't die, but the Meng family can collect your body now."
He raised his hand, and the fruit knife in his hand plunged directly into the shoulder blade of the Meng family head.
The head of the Meng family let out a shrill scream: "Fu Yunshen!"
Fu Yunshen pulled out the fruit knife again, and his hand fell once more.
The left scapula was also pierced.
Fresh blood gushed out.
The head of the Meng family coughed up blood: "You...you're finished! The ancient martial arts world won't let you go—ah!!!"
Another slash.
The master of the dream was in so much pain that he couldn't even faint.
His eyes widened, his gaze almost bursting.
Fu Yunshen pulled out the fruit knife. He tossed it around, as if looking for a suitable place to put it.
Just then, an anxious shout rang out.
"Yun Shen, stop!"
It was an elderly man, very old, who strode in through the back door; his hair and beard were all white.
The ancestor of the Meng family, Meng Xiong.
Meng Xiong was not the founder of the Meng family, but he is the oldest member of the Meng family now.
He is 140 years old this year, which is considered advanced age in traditional Chinese medicine.
But it was only ancient medicine.
None of the direct descendants of the Meng family know ancient martial arts, which is why they cooperate with ancient martial arts families to seek protection.
Looking at the mess here, Mengxiong's hands trembled.
He has been living in seclusion for decades.
The last time he came out was because Fu Yunshen had beaten a direct descendant of the Meng family into a vegetative state.
This direct descendant has not yet woken up and is being kept alive by expensive medicinal herbs.
But after understanding the whole story, it turned out that the member of the inner circle was at fault first, and he really did act like a jerk.
So he made the Meng family stop, allowing Fu Yunshen to leave unharmed.
Otherwise, Fu Yunshen was only fifteen years old at the time, and it would have been impossible for him to leave the Meng family so easily.
Meng Xiong took a deep breath, glanced at the Meng family head who had been beaten beyond recognition, and then looked at the Grand Elder. He asked calmly, "What have you done this time?"
The elder knelt down with a thud, trembling with fear: "Ancestor, this junior did nothing wrong. I just examined Qingxue and gave her medicine."
He had no idea why the head of the Meng family had suddenly brought the Purple Dew Ginseng.
But the Purple Dew Ginseng was indeed effective for Meng Qingxue.
Meng Xiong scrutinized the Grand Elder with sharp eyes, confirming that he wasn't lying, and then asked the Meng family head, "Speak!"
He knew Fu Yunshen; he wouldn't act rashly.
"All I did was let someone say a few harsh words! I'm going to make him collect his family's corpses!" The Meng family head, though outwardly fierce, was inwardly weak. "What, can't you even say anything now?"
Although he did hear what the Fu family was doing, he deliberately bought the Purple Dew Ginseng and even spread rumors.
There is more than one medicine that can save Meng Qingxue.
But Ying Zijin only has this one kind of medicine.
Otherwise, Fu Xi wouldn't have sent the Grand Elder to buy it personally.
He did it on purpose, but no one could find fault with it.
But who knew that Fu Yunshen would actually come knocking on our door?
They don't even bother with reason.
Hearing this, Mengxiong couldn't help but speak up.
He raised his hand and slapped the head of the Meng family across the face.
The head of the Meng family was already weakened after being severely injured by Fu Yunshen.
He took another hard slap from Meng Xiong, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his breathing became completely weak.
Meng Xiong was furious and snapped, "If you're going to buy medicine, then buy medicine. Why do you have to be so foul-mouthed? Can't you live without being a jerk?"
No wonder.
This is exactly the same reason why that loyal member was crippled last time.
“Mr. Meng, you saved my life.” Fu Yunshen straightened up. “Your Meng family’s affairs are your own business. I need to go back and be with my family.”
Evil doctors lurk in the shadows; we must be wary.
Meng Xiong sighed, "I will send someone to find the Purple Dew Ginseng and deliver it to you as soon as possible. I'm really sorry."
“Mr. Meng is a kind and benevolent man,” Fu Yunshen said calmly. “But there’s no need for that now; it’s no longer of any use.”
Mengxiong was stunned for a moment, but before he could speak, the man had already left.
The Meng family head, still lying on the ground, was overjoyed upon hearing this.
It seems that Ying Zijin is indeed dead.
Or perhaps it has reached the point where there is no cure.
Otherwise, why would Fu Yunshen not even want the medicine?
Meng Xiong's voice turned cold, showing no mercy whatsoever: "Go to the ancestral hall and kneel down. No one is allowed to treat you. If you can't make it, then it's better if you die. Let's see what kind of atmosphere you've set for the Meng family!"
Now that the ancestor has emerged, his commands are naturally more frequent than those of the Dream Family's head.
As soon as Meng Jiazhu opened his mouth, he was dragged to the ancestral hall by two guards.
The elder was still kneeling on the ground, trembling.
“Investigate carefully. Ask the surviving members of the Fu family, the An family, and the Dan Alliance.” Meng Xiong paused, then said, “Ask them why so many members of my Meng family died.”
Admittedly, the evil doctor's actions caught everyone off guard.
However, compared to the other three major forces, the Meng family suffered far more casualties.
This made Meng Xiong suspect that among the people from the Meng family who went on this training trip, there was a heretical doctor.
This is a big problem.
Ancient medicine can easily lead to becoming a quack doctor.
Once a wicked doctor appears, he can quickly lead other ancient doctors in the vicinity down this evil path.
The elder breathed a sigh of relief: "This junior obeys."
"Then we'll prepare and re-elect the head of the Meng family," Meng Xiong said calmly. "During this time, I will temporarily manage all affairs of the Meng family."
**
Two days later.
The Fu family.
Ying Zijin slowly opened her eyes.
She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight, feeling as if she were in another world.
"Want some water?" A hand supported her back, helping her along. "How are you? Does your hand still hurt?"
"It's alright." Ying Zijing slowly sat up, looked at her bandaged left wrist, and said, "I also had a very long dream."
"Hmm?" Fu Yunshen handed her the cup. "What dream?"
Ying Zijing took a sip of water and said slowly, "I dreamt that you bullied me until I cried."
Fu Yunshen tapped her forehead with his finger and laughed, "It seems that the saying 'dreams are the opposite' is indeed true. Look, who is the one being bullied here?"
After finishing her water, Ying Zijing frowned and asked, "During the two days I was unconscious, what other movements did you hear?"
She doesn't care much about other things.
The most important thing now is the quack doctor.
Even Fu Xi's apprentice could be captured by the Evil Doctor to refine medicine, which shows how ruthless the Evil Doctor truly is.
"Not for now," Fu Yunshen said. "The ancient medical community is on high alert, and the evil doctor will not come out on his own initiative for the time being."
“I know who the Evil Doctor is now.” Ying Zijin pondered. “If nothing unexpected happens, there’s an 80% chance, but we still need some evidence.”
Fu Yunshen's eyes darkened: "Not easy to find."
Fu Xi has been searching for almost a hundred years, but he still hasn't found the leader of the Evil Doctor.
“Yes, they’re not easy to find.” Ying Zijing yawned. “So we need to use some things.”
She helped Fu Yunshen sit up, reached for the bag on the bedside table, and took out a few stickers from it.
Fu Yunshen took it and looked at it: "You like pigs so much? Even the stickers are made of them?"
"No, it's a miniature camera I bought from Babyface, and I disguised it."
Once she said that, Fu Yunshen understood.
He chuckled slightly, drawing out his words: "Little friend, you're really clever."
High technology has always been a major blind spot neglected by the fields of ancient medicine and ancient martial arts.
They might use mobile phones and computers, but they've never even seen a miniature camera like this before.
Recording video is a crude and simple method, but it is indeed the most effective.
"Where should I put it?"
Ying Zijing raised an eyebrow slightly: "Someone will help us put it up."
As she spoke, she yawned again, her phoenix eyes hazy, her voice languid: "I'm sleepy again."
"Little fortune teller." Fu Yunshen rubbed her head. "Rest a little longer, I'll be outside."
He closed the door and left.
**
On the other side.
Dream Home.
Meng Qingxue slowly awoke.
Because of the protection of other members of the Dream Family, she was not injured.
She vomited a lot of blood because her health was already poor, and the journey on the mountain was very bumpy.
Ying Zijin, she should be dead, right?
She endured the physical pain and deliberately waited at the foot of the mountain for a long time.
Later, the others came out, but Ying Zijin did not.
Meng Qingxue had mixed feelings.
He couldn't quite put his finger on how she felt, but for some reason, she definitely felt a sense of relief.
Meng Qingxue sat in her wheelchair, preparing to go out.
The door was pushed open first.
Meng Xiong walked in, followed by two guards.
Meng Qingxue was taken aback: "Ancestor?"
Among the older generation, she was only close to Mengwan.
She had only met Mengxiong a few times.
"Meng Qingxue, tell me the truth." Meng Xiong looked at her, his expression no longer as gentle as before. "What did you do on the mountain?"
Meng Qingxue's face paled: "Grandmother, what do you mean by this?"
Meng Xiong said coldly, "I'm asking you a question."
Meng Qingxue lowered her head and coughed, "Ancestor, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well and haven't been paying attention to many things."
"You won't admit it, huh?" Meng Xiong nodded, his expression turning cold. "Fine."
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