Chapter 612 Ying Huang's Cruelty to the Scum [2 Updates]
The intense pain instantly sobered Qiao Dong up.
Normally, he would be amazed and then have some wicked thoughts.
But right now, Qiao Dong has no time to think about anything else.
His throat was being squeezed so tightly that he could hardly breathe, yet he was still able to make a sound.
Qiao Dong broke out in a cold sweat and blurted out, "You...you are Ling Mianxi?!"
The most famous member of the Ling family is Ling Mianxi.
Because she was too talented, her ancient martial arts talent was in no way inferior to that of Yue Fuyi, Xie Nian and Lin Qingjia.
Women are inherently less skilled than men in ancient martial arts training, yet Ling Mianxi completely outshone many male geniuses.
She's still young; in a few years, she might even surpass Xie Nian.
This is also why the Xie family has always wanted to kill her.
However, the world of ancient martial arts is too vast, and indeed many people have never seen Ling Mianxi.
In addition, Ling Mianxi was not like Xie Nian, who acted arrogantly in the ancient martial arts world. For a long time, she disguised herself as a man to participate in arena battles.
Qiao Dong looked at the girl tremblingly, his thoughts momentarily muddled, before realizing the problem.
No...that's not right.
The latest genius record shows that Ling Mianxi is nearly 19 years old and her ancient martial arts cultivation level is at the level of 65 years.
At best, we can only manage a draw.
Even if he was still drunk, it was impossible for Ling Mianxi to subdue him so easily in an instant.
So who is this girl?!
When did the world of ancient martial arts gain another genius?
Qiao Dong's mind was in complete disarray, and he stammered, "You...you?"
Before he could finish speaking, another girl walked in through the door.
She was tall and had porcelain-white skin.
Ling Mianxi was carrying the unconscious Qiao Ting in her hands.
He loosened his grip, tossing it like trash directly in front of Qiao Dong, and smiled: "You were looking for me? So eager to see me?"
"It's an honor that you still know I exist."
Qiao Dong was completely terrified. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "You're Ling Mianxi? Then who is she?!"
Moreover, and more importantly, his house was surrounded by guards whose strength was no less than his.
Why didn't his voice get through?
Could it be that the rest of the Qiao family are all asleep?
“It’s so great to be a master of ancient martial arts. I wonder when I’ll be able to break through.” Ling Mianxi seemed to have seen through Qiao Dong’s thoughts, and stroked her chin. “They can block out all sounds and movements within a radius of 10 kilometers. Even if people inside scream their lungs out, people outside won’t hear them.”
Ying Zijin nodded: "You are already very capable. With your talent, you can easily break through to the level of a Grandmaster of Ancient Martial Arts given enough time."
Unlike Ling Mianxi, she started cultivating anew, so her speed was naturally much faster.
If Ling Mianxi were the same age as Xie Nian, her ancient martial arts skills might not be inferior to Xie Nian's.
The casual conversation between the two made Qiao Dong's brain swell and his legs go weak.
Is this something a human being would say?
What does it mean to be a grandmaster of ancient martial arts? Someone who breaks through to the next level so easily?!
"How did you hit him?" Ying Zijing lowered her eyes slightly, her voice indifferent, "Bumped his head?"
Her grip on Qiao Dong's throat slowly tightened, and she smiled: "Is this how you bump into someone?"
"Bang!"
While Qiao Dong was still in shock, his head slammed into the wall.
An unprecedented pain spread from a single point, stimulating the nerves.
The crack burned with pain, and blood kept flowing down, dripping onto the ground.
Qiao Dong let out a scream: "Ah—!"
Ying Zijin said calmly, "Still the same?"
She raised her hand again and, in another way, pressed Qiao Dong's head against the wall.
Qiao Dong screamed again, "Stop! Stop! Spare me... Spare me!"
He became incoherent and began to beg for mercy: "Spare me, spare me, sir, spare me, I won't do it again, I'll never do it again."
Ying Zijing didn't hold back, her voice calm: "I'll count for you, and I'll double the number of times you hit him."
"Bang bang bang—"
The wall was covered with cracks.
"You're already yelling? I can't stand it anymore." Ling Mianxi bent down, getting closer, her voice cold. "I know my brother's personality. No matter how much I love him, he won't utter a sound. But he's only nineteen years old, nineteen years old."
People of this age are protected.
As long as Jiang Ran is willing, he can live in Beijing or Shanghai indefinitely, or he can go abroad to study at a university.
There's no need to go back to the fiercely competitive world of ancient martial arts.
Ling Mianxi's voice was very soft: "When you hit him, why didn't you think of letting him go?"
Qiao Dong could no longer speak, only screams.
Ling Mianxi raised her hand, unleashed her inner strength, and twisted Qiao Dong's right arm, displaying extreme ruthlessness.
"Old man, over eighty years old, barking like a dog,"
Ying Zijing turned her head and raised an eyebrow: "Xiao Mian, I quite like dogs, they're cute."
Ling Mianxi immediately apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, A-Ying, I insulted a dog."
Qiao Dong's mind was buzzing, and this time he didn't even have the strength to shout.
A few seconds later, he completely lost consciousness.
Ying Zijin loosened her grip.
Qiao Dong landed on the ground without reacting at all.
“Ah Ying, that’s enough.” Ling Mianxi narrowed her eyes slightly. “Although the Qiao family has the backing of the Fan family, they can’t invite any powerful ancient doctors. Moreover, Qiao Dong is just an ordinary direct descendant and has not obtained the title of core member.”
"You used the Thirteen Ghost Needles to revive Xiao Ran, but he didn't. If he's lucky, he might be able to wake up."
Treat them as they treat you.
If Qiao Dong doesn't wake up, then he'll be in a vegetative state.
Whether the Qiao family, with its vast wealth and influence, will use medicinal herbs to keep him afloat remains to be seen.
Ling Mianxi suddenly remembered what Nie Yi had told her before.
When Fu Yunshen was a teenager, he beat one of the direct descendants of the Meng family into a vegetative state.
They truly are a perfect couple.
Ying Zijin nodded slightly, then pointed to Qiao Ting on the ground: "He's for Jiang Ran."
Ling Mianxi clapped her hands: "Let's go back."
**
The Ling family.
The medicine that Ying Zijing gave to Jiang Ran was made from medicinal herbs grown by the Tea Saint, and its effects were excellent.
After a night's sleep, Jiang Ran felt like he was back to his old self.
But Jiang Huaping wouldn't let him get out of bed, and forcefully brought him the white porridge.
Jiang Ran was very touched but still refused: "Mom, I want to eat your braised pork, sweet and sour meatballs, and sweet and sour pork—"
"Stop, stop, stop." Jiang Huaping raised her hand to stop them. "You should think about it first. Do all this once you've fully recovered."
Jiang Ran muttered, "Alright then."
Jiang Huaping patted his shoulder and whispered, "If you encounter something like this in the future, protect yourself first. If you don't want to participate in the arena, then don't. There will be other opportunities in the future."
Jiang Ran pursed her lips, her fingers gripping the blanket tightly: "I just wanted to help you share some of the burden."
As long as he has enough standing in the Hall of Justice, Ling Chonglou's position as head of the family will not be coveted by other direct descendants.
Jiang Huaping paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mom knows."
"Little Ranran is awake?" At this moment, Ling Mianxi walked in with a camera. "Here, let me show you, make you happy."
Jiang Ran asked in confusion, "What's there to be happy about?"
Ling Mianxi showed him the footage of Qiao Dong being beaten last night.
Jiang Ran was stunned after reading it: "You guys really went there secretly?"
"Of course," Ling Mianxi added, "You can have Qiao Ting. Beat him up in the ring, no problem, right?"
“No problem.” Jiang Ran gave a thumbs up. “My dad is so handsome… Sis, you’re handsome too.”
Jiang Huaping frowned: "Looking like this, how can you even step onto the stage?"
"I can do it." Jiang Ran patted his chest. "What's a little injury to a real man?"
Jiang Huaping said irritably, "If Zijing weren't here, you'd still be sleeping here."
“It’s okay to go.” Ying Zijing walked in as well, and tossed over another bottle of medicine. “I believe in the wonders of ancient medicine.”
Jiang Huaping sighed softly, "I'm afraid there will be more trouble to come. The Court of Justice, sigh..."
The Judicial Hall has tens of thousands of guards, far more than Jiang Ran in terms of ancient martial arts cultivation.
There was no one from the Ling family at the courthouse.
After taking his medicine, Jiang Ran asked, "Where's my dad?"
“Outside.” Jiang Huaping said calmly, “No wonder the Qiao family came knocking on our door this morning; it must be because of what happened last night.”
Jiang Ran immediately tensed up: "What about the elders' council—"
"It's nothing." Ling Mianxi waved her hand. "It wasn't Uncle who did it. You go back to sleep, let's go out and take a look."
Ying Zijing and Ling Mianxi went out together, with Jiang Huaping in front.
As soon as I entered the front hall, I heard a roar.
"Ling Chonglou, you have some nerve!"
The speaker was Elder Qiao San, who was furious: "You sent people to infiltrate my Qiao family, cripple one person, and knock out another. What are you trying to do?"
Ling Chonglou remained calm and composed, showing no change in expression: "Third Elder Qiao, you can't speak recklessly without evidence. I slapped your patriarch a few times last night before I went back."
"Then he supervised the children's martial arts training in the training ground. The Grand Elder was also there and can testify to this."
(End of this chapter)
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