The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 622

Chapter 622: Pill Alliance is shaken, back up【2 more updates】

Long before entering this forest, Ying Zijin had already known that someone would come to assassinate them halfway through.

Because those ancient martial artists were targeting Jiang Ran, not her, she was able to predict it.

The Yan Family, being a small clan affiliated with the Xie Family, had already made a huge sacrifice by dispatching such a squad of ancient martial artists.

With these ancient martial artists lost here, the Yan Family was essentially finished.

Ying Zijin found a suitable rock to sit on, "Don’t look at me, go on."

Jiang Ran clenched his fists, his nerves burning.

Because he could feel that his cultivation had actually increased.

And it wasn’t just a small increase.

Now, his cultivation was at least fifty years.

Twenty years and fifty years were both important milestones.

Once a martial artist reached a hundred years of cultivation, they could be called an Ancient Martial Grandmaster.

"Young Master Ling seems to have stayed in the secular world for too long, he must have forgotten how important cultivation is to an ancient martial artist," the middle-aged man still smiled, not taking Jiang Ran seriously at all, "I advise you not to waste your effort. Don’t worry, we’ll leave you a——"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked away.

"I am your daddy!" Jiang Ran threw another punch and sneered, "How dare you bully my daddy, do you think you’re worthy, you grandson?"

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, dazed by these blows.

The Yan Family, an ancient martial arts family that had emerged in the last hundred years, clung to the Xie Family because they didn’t even have their own ancient martial art technique.

But the Ling Family was different. The Ling Family had developed their own ancient martial art technique, which enabled them to advance to a mid-sized family.

The Xie Family wanted to exterminate the Ling Family precisely to seize their technique.

Jiang Ran had been practicing the Ling Family’s technique since childhood. Now that his cultivation had improved, it took him only a few moves to disable the twenty ancient martial artists.

And just as he dealt with the last ancient martial artist, suddenly, his strength drained away, and with a "thump," he collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Ran felt something was off, "How did my cultivation revert back?"

"It was only temporary." Ying Zijin brushed off her clothes and stood up, "Did you really think you had improved? It was just for training."

However, there indeed existed an acupuncture technique that could help ancient martial artists enhance their cultivation.

But this was aimed at those whose vitality was nearly depleted, close to the end of their lifespan.

Using the Golden Needle to open up the meridians could help them break through a barrier.

However, by doing so, they would no longer be able to make any further breakthroughs in their cultivation, no matter how they trained afterward.

Relying on external aids was never as strong as self-cultivation.

Jiang Ran: "..."

He felt like he was just a tool.

"Too weak." Ying Zijin walked forward, crouching down, and said dispassionately, "The current Ancient Martial World is really pathetic."

The middle-aged man’s ears buzzed, and he struggled to comprehend the girl’s words.

The only thought left in his mind was—

Who exactly is this girl?!

How could she possibly make the cultivation of an ancient martial artist increase so much in such a short time?

Even the medicine concocted by practitioners of Ancient Medicine couldn’t do that.

Then if she wished, couldn’t she easily create a formidable army in the future?

Ying Zijin was very considerate, offering a pill to each person: "Take a pill and be on your way."

The middle-aged man was forced to swallow the pill; his body twisted in pain, yet he couldn’t make a sound.

Before long, under the effect of the medicine, all twenty ancient martial artists’ bodies had dissolved.

There was truly not a trace left.

Jiang Ran hadn’t seen much of Ancient Medicine, but he watched television.

Seeing this scene, he immediately thought of the "Corpse Dissolving Liquid" from martial arts TV dramas and involuntarily gulped.

This...

No wonder he had heard Ling Zhonglou and Jiang Huaping say since he was young that it was better to offend ancient martial artists than to offend practitioners of Ancient Medicine.

If, during treatment, an Ancient Medicine practitioner inserted an extra needle by chance, they could destroy an ancient martial artist’s cultivation.

Jiang Ran managed to calm himself down: "Fortunately, there’s no one here. They chose a good spot."

Ying Zijin hummed indifferently: "Pretend you didn’t see anything."

After all, she was at a disadvantage in terms of time, her ancient martial cultivation still far from a hundred years.

Now was not the time to confront the entire Xie Family.

"I will definitely keep it a secret." Jiang Ran patted his chest, "Even if I am captured and they brand me with a hot iron, I won’t say a word."

Ying Zijin paused, "You, have watched quite a few spy dramas."

His mind was a bit off.

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On the Pill Alliance’s end.

Ying Zijin only sold one bottle of Rejuvenation Pills to the Pill Alliance, containing a total of ten pills.

These ten pills weren’t put up for sale but were snatched up by their own Ancient Medicine practitioners.

The entire Pill Alliance was shaken.