Chapter 678 Xie Huanran's Death, Mother and Daughter's Hearts Connected [1st Update]
After saying this, he kowtowed again: "Please forgive me, Master. I arrived too late and caused you such a serious injury."
Thanks to the combined effects of Feng Xiu's treatment and Fu Yunshen's blood, Ying Zijing lay in bed for seven days before finally recovering.
This shows how serious his injuries were in the battle against Xie Huanran.
When the Grand Elder and the others found out, they were simply incredulous.
After all, once Xie Huanran advanced to the peak of ancient martial arts, the only person in the ancient martial arts world whose cultivation level was above his was Feng Xiu.
Yet Ying Zijing and Fu Yunshen together managed to hold their own against Xie Huanran for four hours straight.
"It's not your fault, it's my own problem." Ying Zijing came back to her senses, paused for a moment, and sighed softly, "Actually, I never thought I would come back."
Feng Xiu frowned: "What danger did Master encounter? How come his cultivation has disappeared?"
In the past, let alone Xie Huanran, even if it were him, Ying Zijing could defeat him with just one finger.
"It's a long story." Ying Zijin paused slightly, then chuckled. "Ancient martial arts cultivation is something external to the body. It's good enough that the people I'm protecting are still alive."
Everything else can be discarded.
"Our master's state of mind is beyond our reach." Feng Xiu said with solemn respect. "Back then, our master left in a hurry, and I never saw his true appearance. Now..."
His lips twitched.
If it weren't for the Cloud Transformation Palm technique, he wouldn't have believed that his master was a very young girl.
Hundreds of years ago, Ying Zijin taught him ancient martial arts secrets. He always wore a black robe, making it impossible to tell whether he was male or female.
"Yes, this is my real appearance and gender." Ying Zijin nodded slightly: "You also have a junior sister, I can introduce you to her in a bit."
The master and apprentice's seemingly mundane conversation sounded like a series of thunderclaps to Xie Huanran.
One explosion after another blasted out, leaving his mind blank and buzzing.
What did he hear?
Master?
Feng Xiu actually called Ying Zijin "Master"?!
"Ah—!!!" Xie Huanran's eyes widened, his gaze almost bursting, and he suddenly collapsed, roaring with heart-wrenching pain, "I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"
Ying Zijing is clearly not even twenty years old this year, and her bone age is also twenty, so how did she become Feng Xiu's master?!
Practicing ancient martial arts can make one's face look younger, but one's bone age can never be reversed.
Feng Xiu said indifferently, "Noisy."
He raised his hand and slapped Xie Huanran across the face.
Xie Huanran spun around like a top, spitting out several more mouthfuls of blood, his screams echoing.
"Feng Xiu, you madman!" Xie Huanran's teeth chattered. "Kill me! You have the guts to kill me right now!"
The first time he hated him was because he was a top-tier ancient martial arts master.
Peak ancient martial arts practitioners can automatically repair injuries with their internal energy.
Xie Huanran's wounds repeatedly reopened and healed, driving him to the brink of mental collapse.
“Killing you would be too easy for you.” Feng Xiu’s eyes flashed with malice. “You have at least tens of thousands of lives on your hands!”
Before he went to the snowy mountains to cultivate, although there were occasional battles in the ancient martial arts world, it was relatively peaceful under the protection of the Judicial Hall.
Who would have thought that after he left, Xie Huanran, who was once an insignificant and unremarkable person, would commit so many sins.
Ying Zijing coughed a few times, then stood up, supporting herself on the bed: "Let me do it."
Feng Xiu immediately stepped aside: "Yes, Master."
"Ying Zijin!" Blood was streaming from Xie Huanran's eyes as he stared intently at the girl. "I hate you! I should have killed you when you came to the ancient martial arts world!"
Unfortunately, at that time he thought Ying Zijin was an ancient doctor and would not pose any threat to Xie Nian.
One wrong step leads to another.
If he had known that Ying Zijing knew ancient martial arts, even if it was only ten years of ancient martial arts cultivation, he would have killed Ying Zijing without hesitation.
They really hid it well!
Xie Huanran gritted his teeth and sneered, "You come? Can you kill me? You've lost your cultivation, hahaha, you can't kill me!"
Ying Zijing remained expressionless as she poured a vial of medicine at Xie Huanran.
"Ah! Ah—!!!" Xie Huanran screamed again, "What are you doing? What have you done to me?!"
"I'll feed you some poison. Don't worry, I'll preserve your brain." Ying Zijing lowered her eyes and smiled slightly. "Even if only bones remain below your brain, you will still be tormented by pain."
"Until the pain completely breaks your consciousness."
This is even crueler than being torn to pieces.
Xie Huanran was in so much pain that he couldn't even make a sound, and he didn't have the strength to roll around.
By this time, the poison had corroded his feet, leaving only the bones.
However, Xie Huanran's consciousness forced him to remain awake, enduring the excruciating pain.
Little by little, we walk toward death.
Even Feng Xiu felt a chill run down his spine upon witnessing this scene: "Master..."
“He’s right, my cultivation level is indeed not high enough to kill him.” Ying Zijin stood up calmly. “Only after you broke through his internal energy defense could the poison penetrate.”
Feng Xiu understood: "Master, you continue to rest. I will take him away and hang him at the entrance of the Judicial Hall."
Ying Zijing nodded and went back to bed.
She closed her eyes to rest, but her fingers suddenly trembled.
Ying Zijing pressed her head, turned to a different position, and fell into a deep sleep.
**
On the other side.
The City of the World.
The Lengel family.
These days, Suwen's personal doctors and nurses are also in a flurry of activity.
But to their surprise, apart from the tears Suwen shed that day and the words "child" being uttered, there was no other reaction from her.
Especially today, Lady Suwen's heartbeat has become calmer, just like before.
Even though the doctors brought the most advanced mental health equipment from the research institute, they couldn't elicit any further response from Suwen.
Everything was so calm that it was as if that day had been nothing but an illusion.
The Third Madam secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "So, there's still no possibility that she'll wake up in the short term?"
As she spoke, she frowned again: "Then why did the First Madam shed tears and even speak?"
“The brain is the most complex thing in the world. Even with advanced medical technology, it’s impossible to control a patient’s emotions and consciousness.” The doctor thought for a moment. “The only possibility is that Lady Suwen sensed something.”
He hesitated for a moment: "It is said that mothers and daughters are connected by heart. Could it be that Madam Suwen sensed that the eldest young lady was in danger, which is why her body reacted accordingly?"
He couldn't think of any other explanation.
"There is no young lady!" The Third Madam's voice suddenly rose. "I told you, my sister-in-law gave birth to a stillborn baby! A stillborn baby!"
"The tombstone is still standing in the family cemetery. Would you like me to take you to see it? Huh?!"
The doctor was startled and immediately knelt down: "I'm sorry, Third Madam, I misspoke."
The Third Madam took a deep breath, glanced one last time at Suwen lying in the ice coffin, and walked out of the medical room.
Outside, a middle-aged man was waiting.
He was smoking, clearly very agitated.
Upon seeing the Third Madam emerge, the middle-aged man immediately asked, "How was it?"
Men are not allowed to enter Suwen's medical room.
In particular, Suwen has many chips attached to her body, so even if she loses a single hair, the chips can immediately transmit the data to the instruments.
These instruments were distributed by the Academy of Sages.
They couldn't touch Suwen because they dared not provoke the Sage's Court.
"The doctor said the cause is unknown, but she definitely won't wake up for several years." The third wife said impatiently, "You know, she'd be better off dead in this condition."
"It's fine for us to say these things in private," the middle-aged man frowned. "If others hear it, you'll be charged with serious disrespect."
"Alright, alright, I understand." The Third Madam waved her hand, her expression suddenly turning serious. "Mo Qian, I'm asking you, on what day was Su Wen born as a stillborn child?"
The middle-aged man was the husband of the third wife.
Mochen Leinger.
After the patriarch disappeared, Mo Qian took charge of all the family's affairs, big and small.
“It was March 24, 2003.” Mo Qian looked at the Third Madam. “I remember it very clearly because before that day, the news that my eldest brother’s fate was unknown had just reached the clan, and the servants accidentally let it slip in front of my sister-in-law.”
"So my sister-in-law had a miscarriage and went into premature labor early that morning."
He had seen the dead baby.
It's a girl.
When it was born, its face was bluish-purple, clearly because it had suffocated due to lack of oxygen.
That's quite pitiful.
People tend to marry late, and this stillborn baby wasn't the first child of this generation in the family.
The Lengel family didn't take it that seriously either.
The third wife was still worried: "Then why is your fifth sister so persistent in looking for her niece? Does she have some other information that we don't know about? Could she have been switched?"
Mo Qian didn't care: "Let her search. She's been searching for ten years, what has she found?"
He flicked his cigarette ash and gave a rather disdainful smile: "The Sage's Council personally determined it was a stillborn child. Who could switch it under the Sage's very nose?"
The third wife finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Indeed, no one can hide anything from the sage.
“However, I have another piece of news for you.” Mo Qian glanced around cautiously and lowered his voice, “Even if my sister-in-law doesn’t give birth to a stillborn baby, our eldest daughter won’t live much longer.”
The third wife's heart skipped a beat: "What do you mean?"
“Her blood type is unusual,” Mo Qian said. “It’s golden blood. Can the Wise Queen help her grow up?”
The third wife looked horrified and exclaimed, "Golden Blood?!"
"Keep your voice down!" Mo Qian was startled. "Don't tell anyone. Apart from me and a few doctors who died back then, no one knows about this."
"You know what it means to be born in the City of the World and have golden blood, right?"
"I know, I know." The Third Madam covered her mouth, still shocked. "Heavens, it's actually golden blood..."
Thankfully, it was a stillborn baby.
"But I have to say, it's a miracle that my sister-in-law lasted for twenty years." Mo Qian clicked his tongue. "It's a pity that she will never wake up again."
The third wife narrowed her eyes, took out her phone, and contacted the institute's genetic engineering department.
**
Xie Huanran was hung on the door of the Judicial Hall, and hundreds of thousands of people in the ancient martial arts world witnessed his death.
After Xie Huanran's death, the ancient martial arts world returned to peace.
A lake outside the courthouse.
Feng Xiu sat by the lake, fishing with a fishing rod.
Standing to the side, Cheng Yuan asked curiously, "Master, where have you been all these years?"
“Go to the snow mountain to train your mind.” Feng Xiu cast his line and caught a big carp. He said casually, “When your cultivation improves further, you can go up and take a look.”
"Even if Xie Huanran breaks through, with his mindset, he won't be able to live for long."
Xie Huanran values power and status too much, and his mind is filled with ulterior motives. Sooner or later, he will die because of his own greed.
Feng Xiu was able to live so long because he was indifferent to fame and fortune.
"Me? I think I'll pass." Cheng Yuan gave a wry smile. "Master, my lifespan is at most four hundred years. It's not easy for a peak ancient martial artist to break through."
Feng Xiu fell silent and didn't say anything more. He then put the fishing rod back into the water.
That's true.
Ancient martial arts were not originally from Earth; they were brought over by Ying Zijin from the world of spiritual cultivation.
The ability to push the limits of the human body to this extent is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Cheng Yuan asked again, "Master, now that you've come back, will you leave again?"
“I’m not leaving.” Feng Xiu shook his head. “I will keep an eye on the ancient martial arts world until I die.”
Cheng Yuan nodded.
He heard footsteps and turned his head.
"Hey, junior sister, you can get out of bed now." Cheng Yuan was very happy. "Master is right here. Ask him to catch some fish for you, and we'll make soup to nourish your body later."
Cheng Yuan was also relieved that his junior sister was alright, otherwise his master would definitely have chopped him up.
Feng Xiu's eyebrows twitched.
Even though his back was turned, he knew that Ying Zijin had arrived.
Feng Xiu slowly reeled in his fishing rod, picked up his basket, and stepped forward: "Master."
He turned to Cheng Yuan and said, "Call him Grandmaster."
(End of this chapter)
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