Chapter 610 Renowned in the Ancient Martial Arts World, a Sign of Impending Rage [Bonus Chapter]
The first ancient martial artist, Feng Xiu, no one knows his real age anymore.
Because all the ancient martial arts practitioners of his generation have long since turned to dust.
The Xie family patriarch was also several decades younger than Feng Xiu.
How old is Ying Zijin this year?
Feng Xiu had no descendants, and there was no Feng family in the ancient martial arts world.
These two people are completely unrelated.
"And it's all your fault! How did you end up running into the Judicial Hall when you went to kidnap someone?" The Xie family head also scolded. "Now the Judicial Hall won't even let the Xie family's ancient martial arts masters leave."
Xie shut his mouth and stopped talking altogether.
"Alright, you two should say less," Madam Xie said, picking up the medicine. "Don't let the other factions laugh at us."
The Xie family head hissed in pain: "Where's Niannian? Did she go out to play?"
“She’s at home,” Madam Xie said. “She just took a cultivation test yesterday, and her ancient martial arts cultivation has reached seventy-six years.”
Patriarch Xie was overjoyed: "A half-step ancient martial arts grandmaster?!"
Once one's ancient martial arts cultivation reaches a level of seventy-five years or more, one becomes a half-step ancient martial arts grandmaster.
Xie Nian is only twenty-four this year!
He truly deserves to be called the number one genius in the ancient martial arts world.
"Yes, that's right." Madam Xie smiled as well. "Niannian is really promising. The Lin family's stepdaughter has only been practicing ancient martial arts for over sixty years. She's far behind."
The Xie family head was overjoyed: "Great, that's wonderful! Once my injuries have healed, I will definitely hold a banquet for Niannian and invite everyone from the ancient martial arts world."
Lin Qingjia and Ying Zijin are only good for playing supporting roles to Xie Nian.
**
The capital city.
The Ji Family Villa.
When Ying Zijin came out of the bath, she was still wearing her bathrobe, and water was dripping from her hair.
Fu Yunshen picked up a towel and started drying her hair, chuckling lazily, "Girlfriend, is this how you flirt with me?"
Ying Zijing glanced at him: "I haven't started yet."
"Then don't move." Fu Yunshen paused. "I've never been good at controlling myself with you; I'll become a beast in a minute."
After he dried her hair, the two sat on the sofa and watched TV.
My phone rang at that moment; it was a WeChat video call.
Fu Yunshen glanced at it: "Your son."
"You can answer it," Ying Zijing said, standing up. "I'm going to change my clothes."
Fu Yunshen nodded and pressed the answer button.
His handsome face, so close to mine, suddenly appeared on the screen, startling Jiang Ran on the other end of the phone: "Fu... Seventh Young Master Fu?"
"Yes, it's me. Your dad will be here in a bit."
Jiang Ran was quite startled.
Holy crap?
What time is it now?
His father and Fu Yunshen are living together.
And he was still a lowly single man.
The differences between people.
Ying Zijing had already changed her clothes and took the phone: "What is it?"
"Oh, right, Father Ying, look at me." Jiang Ran held up the testing tools and showed them to her. "My ancient martial arts cultivation has reached thirty-five years. I just broke through not long ago."
Ying Zijing raised an eyebrow, this time without being perfunctory: "Not bad, quite impressive, you've improved really fast."
"Sigh, I'm far inferior to you, Father Ying. What's it like to be a genius renowned throughout the ancient martial arts world?"
"boring."
"..."
Ying Zijin's name has indeed spread throughout the ancient martial arts world.
Many martial arts practitioners don't know what she looks like, but they have heard of her great name.
Jiang Ran hesitated for a moment, then said, "Father Ying, I have a qualifying match this weekend. Could you come and watch?"
The guards at the court were also divided into ranks.
Level 1 is the highest, and Level 5 is the lowest.
Jiang Ran is now a Level 5 Guardian.
To advance, you need to participate in the tournament.
The average age of Level 4 guards is over sixty. If Jiang Ran can successfully advance, he will be able to break the record of the Judicial Hall.
“Okay,” Ying Zijin agreed. “I’ll go take a look.”
"Alright, alright." Jiang Ran rubbed his hands together. "Father Ying, if you bet on me to win, I'm sure I can make you a lot of money."
Fu Yunshen tilted his head and smiled, "Yaoyao, your son really understands your thoughts."
"Seventh Young Master, you should come too." Jiang Ran coughed twice and lowered his voice. "Let me tell you, there are many people in the ancient martial arts world who want to marry my father. There are several in our family. You need to assert your claim."
Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids slightly: "Wait, what should you call me?"
"I..." Jiang Ran opened his mouth, then muttered softly, "I can't exactly call you 'Mom'."
Fu Yunshen raised his peach blossom eyes and glanced at him indifferently.
Extremely oppressive.
Meeting that gaze, Jiang Ran didn't hesitate and blurted out, "Father Fu."
"Good son."
Jiang Ran: "..."
Damn, that's it.
If his dad knew he had found out he had another father, he would definitely beat him to death.
Jiang Ran could almost see Ling Chonglou's kind smile.
"Since you've been so obedient, I'll go with your father to see you." Fu Yunshen leaned back on the sofa. "If you perform well and advance, there will be a generous reward."
Jiang Ran was taken aback: "How come I didn't know there were rewards for advancing? The Judicial Hall didn't mention it."
Fu Yunshen said casually, "I'll give you a reward."
Jiang Ran: "..."
He thought the court of justice was going to reward him.
He was very happy that Fu Yunshen and Ying Zijin came to watch him fight in the arena.
Jiang Ran hung up the phone and went back to practicing martial arts.
**
Two days later.
Hall of Justice.
The territory where the guard is located.
Jiang Ran was cultivating very seriously when he received a WeChat message from Ling Mianxi.
[The Terrifying Cousin]: Hi, Xiao Ranran, I'll pick you up tonight. What do you want to eat?
Jiang Ran found it strange, wondering why Ling Mianxi had suddenly become so merciful.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the phone, and a sneer rang out: "Oh, kid, you still have a phone? Let me play with it."
Jiang Ran gripped his phone tightly, looking warily at the martial arts master in front of him: "What do you want?"
He knew Qiao Dong.
During the weekend's ring match, his opponent, Qiao Ting, was Qiao Dong's nephew.
Qiao Dong is a level-two guard in the Judicial Hall. He is eighty years old this year, which is the prime of life for ancient martial artists. He has been cultivating for sixty years.
The Qiao family is also a medium-sized family in the ancient martial arts world, and its overall strength is no weaker than that of the Ling family.
"What do I want to do?" Qiao Dong smiled. "I want to prevent you from participating in the arena competition. I'll give you a choice: withdraw yourself, or I'll get you out of there?"
Jiang Ran's expression turned cold: "You're dreaming."
"Young man surnamed Jiang, don't think you can rest easy just because you've joined the guard team." Qiao Dong's expression turned cold. "You're just a newcomer here. Don't you know anything about hierarchy?"
As he spoke, he clapped his hands and laughed: "You're not even twenty years old, yet you already have thirty-five years of ancient martial arts cultivation. That's amazing!"
Generally speaking, there is a standard for judging a martial arts practitioner who can be called a "genius".
It means that one's age and martial arts cultivation level are less than five years apart.
After all, most ancient martial arts practitioners only successfully condensed their internal energy when they were teenagers.
If one surpasses that level, then one is undoubtedly a genius.
But Jiang Ran's has almost doubled.
A genius among geniuses.
But the most crucial thing is that his mother was not a martial arts practitioner, yet she still had such great talent in martial arts.
Originally, none of the medium-sized or larger families in the ancient martial arts world had ever taken Jiang Ran seriously, and he wasn't even on their lists of geniuses.
Because they all knew that his internal energy was in disarray, and how long he could live was still a question.
Who knew that Jiang Ran would return to normal and his ancient martial arts cultivation would increase rapidly?
"So what?" Qiao Dong lifted Jiang Ran up in one go. "You'll still have to beg for mercy in my hands, won't you? If you're so capable, beat me! Oh, and you can beg me, go ahead."
Jiang Ran gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.
When Qiao Dong saw that he refused to beg for mercy, his eyes instantly darkened.
He grabbed Jiang Ran by the hair, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall.
With a "thud," Jiang Ran's head slammed against the wall.
The force was so great that cracks appeared on the wall.
Qiao Dong didn't hold back, crashing into him again and again.
Fresh blood flowed down Jiang Ran's head, a horrifying sight.
He soon fell into a coma.
But he didn't utter a single word from beginning to end.
Seeing this, another guard intervened, saying, "Brother Dong, don't kill him. If you kill him, you'll be punished."
It's fine for guards to spar, but it's not allowed for dead people.
Jiang Ran was a level four guard, and his importance in the Judicial Hall was not as high as Qiao Dong's.
Not to mention, Qiao Dong also knew the Left Protector.
"He won't die, he's gone, what a waste." Qiao Dong scoffed. "He's really weak, ptooey. Thirty-five years of ancient martial arts cultivation, and he's still just a grandson in front of me."
He wanted to see how Jiang Ran would manage to compete in the ring this weekend.
**
night.
The Ling family.
Ying Zijing agreed to watch Jiang Ran fight in the arena and went a day early.
Unlike before, the atmosphere at the Ling family home was very heavy.
Butler Ling rushed out, his eyes red-rimmed, but he still managed a smile: "Miss Ying, you've arrived. Why didn't you tell us you were coming? We weren't prepared."
Ying Zijing's eyes were as cold as water: "What's going on?"
Good night~
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