Chapter 620 Not Knowing His Own Limits? Feng Xiu [1st Update]
Moreover, Lin Qingjia holds a very high position within the Tianyi Sect.
He is a third-generation disciple.
Many ancient doctors who were several generations older than her did not have such a high status.
The old man frowned: "We're on good terms with the Xie family, so will the Lin family help us?"
Among the large families, the Lin, Xie, and Yue families are significantly stronger overall.
The remaining seven families combined cannot compare to the top three families.
The Xie family is known for its superior martial prowess, ruthless methods, and numerous affiliated families.
“Ancestor, you don’t understand.” After listening, the eldest elder of the Fan family smiled and said, “It’s just asking for an ancient doctor. This Miss Qingjia can even save enemies who are seriously injured. In the eyes of a doctor, there is no distinction between men and women.”
"Don't worry, Ancestor, she will definitely help."
The old man pondered for a moment, then made a decisive decision: "Alright, take some people to the Lin family now, prepare generous gifts, and make sure to persuade Miss Qingjia to come."
The eldest elder of the Fan family accepted the order and left with a team of guards to the Lin family.
Lin Qingjia happened to be at the Lin family home, and the butler quickly delivered the message.
"The Fan family?" Lin Qingjia finished wiping her hands. "What are they doing here?"
"That's right. Although the Fan family didn't say anything, we received the news a long time ago," the butler said. "There is a Ling family in the western part of the ancient martial arts world. Because of some things, the Fan family blocked the Ling family's access to freelance doctors."
"But I didn't expect that the Ling family knew that Miss Zijing. Not only did they bring fifty ancient doctors to the Ling family, but they also made all the ancient doctors from the Fan family leave."
Lin Qingjia understood immediately: "So the Fan family wants me to help them transfer some ancient doctors from the Tianyi Sect?"
"That's the only way," the butler said. "The Fan family has a good plan. They're affiliated with the Xie family, yet they still want to take advantage of the Lin family."
"Yes, I declined." Lin Qingjia said calmly, "It's not just because of the Xie family. The contributions Miss Ying has made are well known in the ancient medical community. She was the one who eliminated the evil doctors."
"The Fan family brought this upon themselves. Why should I go against the ancient medical community for the sake of the Fan family?"
The butler smiled and said, "The Fan family doesn't know their own limitations. Miss Qingjia is sensible. I'll let them go back right away."
He went outside.
The eldest elder of the Fan family immediately stepped forward: "Has Miss Qingjia agreed?"
"I'm very sorry, everyone," the butler said calmly. "Miss Qingjia has other matters to attend to at the Martial Arts Alliance and hasn't had time to visit the ancient martial arts world recently."
The eldest elder of the Fan family looked grim.
"No time" is just an excuse.
Lin Qingjia actually refused to help them.
The eldest elder of the Fan family gritted his teeth: "I apologize for my abruptness. If there is another opportunity in the future, I will definitely come to visit Miss Qingjia again."
His eyes were sinister when he said his last words.
He waited, knowing that one day the Xie family would destroy the Lin family.
The butler smiled and said, "No need to see me out."
The eldest elder of the Fan family turned bright red with anger and turned to leave, shouting, "Let's go to the Xie family!"
**
On the other side.
Martial Arts Alliance.
Ying Zijin's chosen opponent this time is a master of ancient martial arts.
She handed her number to the manager behind the counter, adjusted her mask, and then entered the arena.
"It's this young lady again." The steward, clutching the number tag, blushed deeply. "I'll go report to the young master right away!"
A master of ancient martial arts!
He remembered clearly that the girl had challenged a half-step ancient martial arts master last time.
Only a few days later, she set her sights on becoming a master of ancient martial arts.
Although they didn't know Ying Zijin's exact age, it certainly wasn't very old.
Such a young master of ancient martial arts!
If she's really young, wouldn't she be even better than Xie Nian?
The steward hurriedly went to find Cheng Jin.
Cheng Jin had heard about it a few days ago, so he put aside his work and went to the central arena himself.
Because the opponents were masters of ancient martial arts, there were many spectators at this match.
The iron gates on both sides opened, and the contestants came out.
This creates a very stark contrast.
The girl was tall and slender.
Opposite her stood a burly man who was at least two meters tall.
The audience became even more excited.
"Why is it a woman?" The burly man frowned and glanced at the girl. "I don't fight women. You'd better admit defeat and get out of here."
Ying Zijing stretched her wrists and rolled up her sleeves.
"I told you, I won't fight you." The burly man looked at her actions with some impatience. "Don't waste your energy."
Even if he wins against a female martial arts practitioner, it won't bring him any honor.
He just looks down on women.
Why not stay home and not go to the ring?
The burly man chuckled and said, "I'll just stand here and not move."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Ying Zijin made her move.
She didn't use any flashy moves, just kicks and elbows.
In less than ten seconds, before the burly man could even react, he collapsed to the ground.
Ying Zijing lowered her sleeves: "You really don't need to move."
"..."
The arena was completely silent.
Everyone was stunned.
The steward was even more excited: "Young Master, look, her combat skills are amazing."
Cheng Jin nodded slowly, also pleasantly surprised: "That's right. Although she only made three moves, each one was aimed at the opponent's weakness. Even a master of ancient martial arts couldn't stop her."
On stage.
Ying Zijing withdrew her hand and turned to walk outside.
The burly man lying on the ground suddenly moved.
His eyes flashed with malice as he stood up and lunged at the girl, hurling insults: "You slut! You're asking for it!"
A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.
“Young Master, she’s too soft-hearted.” Seeing this, the guard shook his head. “To deal with such a fierce and evil martial arts master, you should just kill him directly. This time, she has needlessly lost her life.”
"With her strength, she could have killed him just now. This kind of person is not suitable for fighting."
How could someone survive being ambushed from behind by a martial arts master?
Cheng Jin narrowed her eyes, said nothing, and just stared at the arena.
At this moment, the burly man had already rushed up behind the girl.
He activated his internal energy, drawing the knife that had fallen nearby to his hand.
Without the slightest hesitation, the burly man stabbed the girl in the neck.
The gasps from the audience grew louder, and some people even stood up in surprise.
The higher the level of a martial artist's skill, the more they despise methods of harming others from behind.
But this is a life-or-death arena; as long as you haven't left the arena, you're still in the midst of a battle.
There's nothing you can say about a sneak attack.
Ying Zijing did not turn around, and her eyes did not even flicker.
But just as the burly man's attack was about to arrive, the girl suddenly rolled over.
A spinning kick was aimed directly at the burly man's head.
At the same time, her hand locked onto the burly man's arm.
"Snap!"
A cracking sound.
The burly man's arm snapped off instantly.
He let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the knife fell from his hand.
Ying Zijing grabbed his shoulder with one hand and easily lifted him up: "Trying to kill me?"
The burly man's expression finally changed, filled with terror: "You..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Ying Zijing's eyes were indifferent as she released her grip.
The burly man stared wide-eyed as he fell to the ground without even struggling.
In the arena of life and death, fate is in the hands of heaven.
Before stepping into the ring, both sides sign a contract for a fight to the death.
Everything happened so fast that the audience was still in a daze.
Ying Zijin walked straight out.
Two guards quickly came up and carried the burly man away.
The guard was also confused and embarrassed: "Young Master, she..."
Cheng Jin finally spoke: "It's not that she's too soft-hearted, it's that she has a strong ability to assess situations. Even if this person attacks her from behind, he can't hurt her in the slightest."
“But she really doesn’t like killing. It’s not that she’s soft-hearted; she just isn’t as bloodthirsty as other ancient martial artists.”
Cheng Jin concluded by saying, "Never mess with this kind of person, because she can be terrifying if she really gets angry."
He stood up, left the arena, and returned to his study.
But there were other people in the study.
He was a middle-aged man with sharp features.
Cheng Jin was startled and immediately knelt down: "Godfather."
The middle-aged man was the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance.
"I watched that fight too." The middle-aged man's eyes held a thoughtful look. "Did any of the moves seem familiar to you?"
Cheng Jin thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Godfather, she has several moves that are exactly the same as yours, could it be—"
"So I was wondering if your grandmaster had taken on another disciple." The middle-aged man nodded. "If that's the case, it makes sense."
Cheng Jin was slightly taken aback: "Godfather, but didn't you say that Grandmaster is no longer here?"
When was Feng Xiu born?
It is speculated that ancient martial arts originated in the late 16th century, and the ancient martial arts world was also established at that time.
If Feng Xiu were still alive, he would be almost five hundred years old.
His cultivation level is indeed very high, but the human body always has its limits.
Feng Xiu only taught the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance for a period of time before disappearing.
The last time the middle-aged man saw Feng Xiu was 150 years ago, a century and a half ago.
"Yes, but it seems your grandmaster might still be alive." The middle-aged man nodded. "Otherwise, where would this girl's techniques have come from?"
Apart from Feng Xiu, no one else understands these ancient martial arts techniques.
The middle-aged man only learned one or two tricks.
Cheng Jin's expression turned slightly solemn: "Godfather, I will send someone to stop her right away."
"Why are you stopping me?" The middle-aged man held back, not slapping her. "If she really is your grandmaster's disciple, she's a generation higher than you. Why are you stopping me? You should go and invite her!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately changed his mind: "No, you are not worthy."
Cheng Jin: "..."
The middle-aged man said, "She will definitely come to the Martial Arts Alliance again. When she comes next time, I will personally invite her and ask her where her master is now."
Feng Xiu is a legend in the hearts of all ancient martial arts practitioners.
The middle-aged man sighed: "I hope that I can see my master again before I die."
Cheng Jin nodded: "I will definitely help my godfather find his grandmaster."
**
This way.
Ying Zijin returned to the Ling family.
When Jiang Ran saw her, it was as if he had seen a savior: "Father Ying!"
Ying Zijing glanced at the woman standing in front of the hall, her face streaked with tears: "What's wrong?"
“Father Ying, she’s a young lady from the Fan family, her name is something like ‘diarrhea,’ and she came to see you. I can’t get rid of her no matter what I do.” Jiang Ran was annoyed. “She keeps crying, and I can’t just kick her out.”
If it were a man, he would kick him out immediately.
Upon seeing the girl, Fan Zhixi immediately knelt down and began to plead, "Miss Ying, please, we can't live without ancient medicine."
Ying Zijing took a step back, her voice calm: "Don't touch me. You know why. I'm giving you a chance. Don't be courting death."
Fan Zhixi's hand missed its target. She was stunned for a moment, then her tears flowed even more fiercely.
Her mind was in complete turmoil.
Could it be that Ying Zijing saw through the Fan family's intentions?
That's impossible.
This was a last-minute decision they made, and it was Xie Nian who gave her the idea.
Could Ying Zijin also be a prophet?
Fan Zhixi gritted her teeth and kowtowed: "Miss Ying, really, I beg you, I beg you."
As she cried, as if struck by something, her body suddenly went limp.
Fan Zhixi's eyes widened, seemingly in disbelief: "Miss Ying, you..."
Her words were cut off before she could finish speaking, and she collapsed to the ground.
Jiang Ran was taken aback.
Just then, footsteps were heard.
A sharp shout rang out: "Get out of the way!"
The head of the Fan family pushed aside the Ling family's guards and rushed in, his eyes bloodshot: "Zhixi!"
Fan Zhixi showed no signs of life.
Ling Chonglou and the Grand Elder also entered, their expressions changing.
Everyone present was a practitioner of ancient martial arts and had excellent eyesight.
They could all clearly see that three gold needles were inserted into Fan Zhixi's neck.
Her lips were bluish-purple, and her face was pale.
These three gold needles severed her arteries, blocking blood circulation.
Even if she possesses ancient martial arts skills, there's no way to save her.
They are doomed to die.
Only ancient doctors would carry gold needles with them.
"Fine, Ying Zijin!" The head of the Fan family sneered. "We came to beg you, and you refused, but you even killed someone? What do you mean by that?"
"You're not going to say it wasn't you, are you? Who else but you has the golden needles? I was watching closely just now, you and Zhixi were the closest!"
The head of the Fan family had a cold, aggressive gaze.
(End of this chapter)
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