Chapter 668 Ying Zijin: I'm going to kill Xie Nian! [2nd Update]
"Xie Nian!" The Ling family patriarch's eyes widened in fury. "You're courting death!"
An unprecedented rage caused him to increase his speed once again, and he attacked Xie Nian directly.
Xie Nian's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a moment of panic.
She then calmed down and glanced indifferently at the guards.
The guards gripped their cold blades tightly and gritted their teeth.
They came on this mission with Xie Nian today, knowing there was an 80% chance they wouldn't make it back alive.
The Xie family treated their guards like slaves.
For the safety of their families, they had to obey Xie Nian's orders.
The guards exchanged glances and then all gathered around.
The Ling family patriarch's cultivation was far superior to theirs; they were essentially using their physical bodies to buy Xie Nian time to leave.
Jiang Ran watched helplessly as Xie Nian walked away, and he roared, "Xie Nian!"
From afar, her arrogant laughter echoed.
"Come on, I'm waiting for you at the Xie family to kill me, as long as you dare, as long as you dare to sacrifice the lives of 734 members of the Ling family!"
These words brought the Ling family patriarch to a sudden halt.
Jiang Ran's heart sank.
Is there anyone in the ancient martial arts world who can defeat Xie Huanran?
"Let's go back first." The patriarch of the Ling family picked up Ling Mianxi with his wide sleeves and remained silent for a moment. "The most urgent thing is to save Xiaomian. If all else fails, let's leave the ancient martial arts world as a family."
Jiang Ran pursed his lips and clenched his fist.
He carefully stood protectively beside Ling Mianxi, then glanced at her and paused, momentarily stunned.
Ling Mianxi, who was in a deep coma and had lost consciousness, was still tightly clutching something in her hand.
Her cell phone.
The shattered screen was stained with blood, and it was vaguely visible that it was a WeChat page.
**
The Ling family.
Ling's mother was chatting with Ling Chonglou and Jiang Huaping, all three of them with smiles on their faces.
Until the Ling family patriarch hurriedly returned carrying Ling Mianxi, saying, "Quickly go and invite Young Master Fuchen."
He had sealed Ling Mianxi's acupoints, but fresh blood was still flowing out.
If not treated promptly, his life may be in danger.
Ling's mother only glanced at it before she fainted instantly.
Jiang Huaping caught her in time, her heart skipping a beat.
Ling Mianxi's injuries were too severe.
The girl's skin was pale, like a broken rag doll.
Ling Chonglou's expression darkened: "What exactly is going on?"
"Dad, it's me..." Jiang Ran whispered, "I was intercepted by Xie Nian."
Ling Chonglou frowned: "Xie Nian?"
"Let's not talk about that now," Jiang Huaping shook her head. "Let's save Xiaomian first."
The Ling family's servants were thrown into a panic, and the steward immediately went to fetch Fu Chen.
Fu Chen has been stationed at the Ling family's residence, and his medical skills and ancient martial arts cultivation have improved considerably in the past few months.
But this was the first time he had ever seen such a serious injury.
After stopping Ling Mianxi's bleeding, Fu Chen bandaged her head and paused for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry, my medical skills are not good enough. There is a domineering internal force in her body, and my cultivation level is too low to force it out."
Ling Chonglou immediately decided: "I'll give it a try."
“Uncle Ling, you can’t do it.” Fu Chen shook his head. “Only an ancient doctor can do it. The internal energy of ancient martial artists is too domineering and will directly rupture her meridians.”
Jiang Ran turned around: "I'm going to find the Fu family's patriarch."
“We can’t go.” The Ling family elder’s voice deepened. “I just went to the passage between the ancient medical world and the ancient martial arts world. Two ancestors of the Xie family are blocking the way. Their ancient martial arts cultivation is over three hundred years old. They simply can’t get through.”
Clearly, the Xie family had been planning this for a long time, just waiting for this day.
Fu Chen asked anxiously, "What about Miss Ying?"
"Father Ying, she... she's still outside." Jiang Ran pursed his lips tightly. "She went to a war zone. It will take her more than ten hours to get back. Is there any chance she'll make it in time?"
"..."
Everyone fell silent.
The patriarch of the Ling family swayed, his expression dejected.
Is it really just a matter of watching...?
The door was pushed open at that moment, and a familiar voice rang out.
It is quiet and deserted, yet possesses a powerful reassuring quality.
"Fu Chen stays; the rest of you leave."
Jiang Ran turned his head abruptly, his face lighting up with delight: "Father Ying!"
"Miss Ying!"
"Zijin?!"
Ying Zijing wiped the thin layer of sweat from her brow and took a breath: "Hurry up, don't waste any more time."
The Ling family patriarch was the first to react, immediately using his internal energy to lead everyone out and close the door behind him.
Ying Zijin sat down beside Ling Mianxi's bed.
She looked at the girl whose lips were bloodless, and her fingers trembled.
This morning her premonition became stronger, and she also saw some new images.
The scene depicts a forest, and the location where Ling Mianxi's accident occurred is in the ancient martial arts world.
So she didn't go to the war zone, and instead changed planes mid-flight to return to China.
Despite rushing as fast as they could, they were still a step too late.
Ying Zijing took a slow breath, put on medical gloves, and suppressed the anger she hadn't felt in a long time: "Scissors."
Fu Chen immediately handed over the scissors.
The quiet room was filled with the girl's calm and indifferent voice.
"Golden needles".
"tweezers."
"A seven-inch long silver needle."
Fu Chen handed them over one by one, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Xie Nian's methods were extremely ruthless.
She left her internal energy within Ling Mianxi's body, and this residual internal energy constantly impacted Ling Mianxi's internal organs.
It's obvious they want to turn Ling Mianxi into a vegetable.
Fu Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, with his grandmaster around, there is no one in this world who cannot be saved.
**
Ling Chonglou and the others stood outside the door waiting, not daring to sit down.
Every minute and every second is torture.
Three hours later, the tightly closed door finally opened.
The girl came out.
Ling's mother, who had just regained consciousness, immediately stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and said in a choked voice, "Miss Ying, please tell me, I can accept it."
Ying Zijing didn't answer, but stepped aside and said, "Auntie, come in."
Ling's mother was stunned for a moment, then staggered a few steps before rushing inside.
If Ying Zijing can say that, then Ling Mianxi is definitely alright.
"Father Ying, scold me, hit me, go ahead." Jiang Ran's eyes were bloodshot as he knelt down with a thud, his voice hoarse. "It's all my fault. My sister was trying to protect me..."
Without him, even if Ling Mianxi were no match for Xie Nian, she could escape unscathed.
"Since when do victims have to believe in victim blaming?" Ying Zijing's eyes were cold. "Are you belittling yourself?"
"You're really not like the school bully I know. Don't make me say it twice, get up."
Jiang Ran's eyes were even redder.
He was able to protect his classmates at Qingzhi.
In the world of ancient martial arts, he was so insignificant that he was easily defeated.
"Uncle Ling, Aunt Jiang." Ying Zijing closed the door and coughed. "I have something important to tell you."
Ling Chonglou and Jiang Huaping both looked more serious.
This was the first time Ying Zijin had spoken to them in such a solemn tone.
"Please relocate the Ling family to the mortal world," Ying Zijing said slowly. "The Ji family has many villas, enough to house several hundred people. That's more than enough."
The couple were both taken aback upon hearing this.
Jiang Ran was also stunned: "Father Ying?"
The secular world is not suitable for ancient martial arts practitioners.
This is why the Ling family has never moved away from the ancient martial arts world all these years.
If one goes to the mortal world, the speed of cultivation will be reduced by at least four times.
The Ling family has indeed always had the idea of moving to the secular world, but they have never carried it out.
"I'll explain later." Ying Zijing picked up her phone and dialed a string of numbers.
This is the mobile phone number of the Elders' Council of the Judicial Hall.
A few seconds later, the call connected, and she said, "Elder, it's me."
"Oh, Miss Ying." The Grand Elder's expression turned serious. "Have you finished dealing with your matters outside?"
The Ling family lived hundreds of miles away from the court, and the news that Ling Mianxi had been seriously injured by Xie Nian had not yet reached them.
"Not yet." Ying Zijing paused. "The incident happened suddenly, and there is something that the Grand Elder needs to prepare immediately."
The Grand Elder nodded: "You say so, as long as it's within my capabilities."
"I would like to trouble the Grand Elder to lead the entire Judicial Hall to leave the ancient martial arts world in seven days, whether to the ancient medical world or the secular world, but all entrances to the ancient martial arts world must be sealed off," Ying Zijin said. "If you do not receive any further news from me after that, you can return to the ancient martial arts world at the end of June, and everything should be resolved by then."
Once the entrance to the ancient martial arts world is sealed, even a Feng Xiu (a martial arts master) cannot open the passage without the key.
Ancient martial arts ultimately only expand the limits of the human body; they are not the kind of cultivation or ascension found in urban fantasy novels.
Even the strongest human cannot destroy a continent with a single punch.
These words caught the Grand Elder off guard and prevented him from reacting immediately.
He had a bad feeling and his heart skipped a beat: "Miss Ying, what are you going to do?"
Withdrawing from the ancient martial arts world is the worst possible strategy.
Ying Zijing looked up, towards the direction of the Xie family.
She smoothed her sleeves and said in a calm voice, "I'm going to kill Xie Nian."
(End of this chapter)
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