Even the most skilled ordinary person would meet their demise when facing an ancient martial artist.
There is a Judicial Hall in the Ancient Martial World, but they do not interfere with the internal affairs of Ancient Martial Families unless there is absolutely no other choice.
Only when there is a major turmoil in the Ancient Martial World, or when a large number of ancient martial artists are dispatched to the outside world, will the Judicial Hall take action.
Since Ying Zijin was with Wen Fengmian, she was a member of the Ji Family—their own people. Weren’t they allowed to discipline her?
"Ji Fengmian’s daughter?" Patriarch Ji narrowed his eyes and indifferently said, "Good, we can take care of her along with the rest."
Upon hearing this, Ji Yiyuan felt even more ecstatic within.
He hadn’t expected that his biggest headache could be so swiftly dealt with.
Yiyuan was so excited that he didn’t even consider how Ji Yihang had managed to enter the private room.
After slightly calming his excitement, he said respectfully, "Then, Patriarch, shall I take your guards to their residence?"
Patriarch Ji nodded, "Tian Hao said she’s from the entertainment circle. What is that?"
"This..." Ji Yiyuan was stumped, "The entertainment circle is filled with people who have talents in the performing arts, many of whom are highly praised. That’s about it."
"Oh—" Patriarch Ji sneered contemptuously, "An actress, then."
In the Ancient Martial World, there were many opera stages, but not a single performer held any status.
"No no no, Patriarch, she is not from the entertainment circle," Ji Yiyuan quickly corrected, "She’s from the academic field, sought after by several prestigious international schools and this year’s top scholar of the national college entrance examination. She has a very high IQ, even more capable than Ji Fengmian was."
That’s why she had to be eliminated as soon as possible, to prevent Ying Zijin from growing stronger.
"The top scholar of the national college entrance examination? So just a scholar champion?" Patriarch Ji lost even more interest, "I’ll send you two Guard Team Captains, is that enough?"
If it were a martial champion, he may have paid a bit more attention.
But he had heard that the title of martial champion no longer existed in the outside world.
Yiyuan was even happier, "That’s more than enough, absolutely."
The Guard Team Captains of the Ji Family had Ancient Martial Cultivation of over thirty years.
Unlike the two martial apprentices he had sent last time, who had just condensed their Inner Strength.
"Alright." Patriarch Ji waved his hand dismissively, "This auction won’t end until the day after tomorrow. If you want to leave early, you can go back."
"How could I?" Ji Yiyuan was sycophantically insistent, "It’s not often I get to attend an auction like this. I definitely want to wait until the end."
He knew well that although Patriarch Ji had made the offer, if he had accepted, it certainly would have spelled trouble.
Indeed, Patriarch Ji’s expression softened considerably: "Tian Hao."
Ji Tian Hao stepped forward, took out a wooden box, and handed it to Ji Yiyuan.
"This contains a pill that can nourish Vitality, Qi, and Spirit, and strengthen the body," Patriarch Ji said in an impassive tone, "You’re also over fifty now, you’ve made contributions this time, so I’ll give you one."
Yiyuan hadn’t expected such good fortune, "Thank you, Patriarch."
He swallowed the pill in one gulp and floated down the stairs.
**
The auction began with medicinal materials, followed by metals and minerals, and then some weapons.
After helping Ji Yihang obtain the medicine he needed, Ying Zijin was ready to leave.
Before leaving, she made a trip to the Ling Family’s private room.
The Ling Family had several private rooms; this one was occupied by Ling Zhonglou and Jiang Huaping, and Jiang Ran and Ling Mianxi were also present.
The cousin siblings were playing cards.
However, there was also another woman in the room.
Clothed in a moon-white collared long garment, seated on a meditation cushion with her eyes gently closed.
Her appearance was beautifully refined, as cool and clear as the moon.
Ying Zijin’s gaze briefly paused, her eyelashes fluttering down.
It felt strangely familiar.
"Yingying, let me introduce you," Ling Mianxi brightened up when she saw the girl, and immediately got up from the floor, "This is my bestie, her name is Yue Fuyi, she’s from the Yue Family, and she’s more skilled than me."
Yue Fuyi opened her eyes, "Hello."
"Hello," Ying Zijin nodded slightly, pensive, "I’ve heard your name before, you’re very impressive."
Yue Fuyi was one of the three young individuals in the Ancient Martial World who were notoriously untouchable.
The other two were naturally Xie Nian of the Xie Family and Lin Qingjia of the Lin Family.
Yue Fuyi frowned slightly, "It’s but an empty title."
Jiang Ran shook his hand slightly and whispered to Jiang Huaping, "Mom, is there something wrong with Yue Fuyi? She usually doesn’t bother with people."
"As if I can’t hear you," Yue Fuyi said before Jiang Huaping could respond, coldly glancing at Jiang Ran, "I like those who are good-looking."
Ying Zijin: "..."
Ling Mianxi: "..."
Jiang Ran was at a loss for words, "Then why don’t you like Lin Qingjia?"
Lin Qingjia was recognized by both the Ancient medical field and the Ancient Martial World as the number one in terms of beauty.
Jiang Ran admitted that Lin Qingjia was indeed beautiful.
Until Ying Zijin later joined class 19.
Then, the ceiling of his beauty standards finally shattered.
Yue Fuyi remained sitting in her meditation posture.
She seemed to think the question was strange, so her voice faltered slightly, "Is she as skilled as me? Why should I like someone who is much weaker than myself?"
Jiang Ran: "..."
He couldn’t refute that.
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