The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 649

Chapter 649: 549 Wen Tinglan: Only Ying Zijin is my sister [1 more]_2

"Head of the house, that’s Miss Ying Zijin, who broke Miss Lin Qingjia’s record. She’s a distant relative of the Ye Family," said Steward Lin respectfully. "She’s currently a key cultivation target for the Pill Alliance. The Meng Family and the Foo Family have made contact. Should we send someone as well?"

"No need," Lin Jinyun replied with a mere glance, indifferently, "Having Qingjia is enough. The Lin Family doesn’t have so many resources to give to others."

At least for the moment, Miss Ying’s medicine refining ability seemed to fall far short of Lin Qingjia’s.

Therefore, the families that sought to curry favor with her were all mid-sized families within the Ancient Martial World; the Lin, Xie, and Moon families did not make a move.

Once she reached level six, perhaps the Lin Family might consider extending an invitation.

But reaching level six is truly challenging.

There have been level four members acclaimed as geniuses, but they too eventually hit a wall at level six and simply could not advance further.

After buying medicinal materials and returning to the Lin Family, Lin Jinyun hesitated for a long moment: "Qingjia, have you met the Tea Saint?"

"Not yet," Lin Qingjia shook her head, "It’s fine, I will visit again."

Lin Jinyun fell silent.

There were indeed many rare medicinal herbs that only the Tea Saint could cultivate, and she was not selling them.

Even the Xie Family did not dare to snatch them forcefully.

There was an incident where a mid-sized Ancient Martial Arts Family forcefully took a plant cultivated by the Tea Saint.

In the end, the Tea Saint simply burned down that medicinal field and went into closed-door cultivation for ten years.

For the Ancient medical field, those ten years were a significant blow.

That mid-sized family was directly eradicated by the combined forces of the Lin, Xie, and Moon families.

"Father, I need to leave the Ancient Martial World for a while," Lin Qingjia said gently, her lips pursed, "I asked the Head of Taylor Family last time about the mercenaries their family employs, he said they were trained by instructors from Norton University."

"Norton University has sent a few students to Hua Country; he helped me get in touch, and I plan to take a look," she said.

Lin Jinyun’s expression softened, "If there’s a chance, it would indeed be good to make acquaintances."

After interacting with the Taylor Family, Lin Jinyun couldn’t deny that twenty-first-century high technology was indeed very useful.

Maybe it’s time for the Ancient Martial World to introduce some high technology.

**

On December 18th, students from Norton University arrived at the Imperial Capital.

Ying Zijin had arrived at the school gate early in the morning.

She hadn’t seen Wen Tinglan for over a year.

The youth stepped off the car, dressed in white robes and black trousers, tall and erect like the breeze.

Standing there, he became a scene unto himself.

At 1m88, he stood tall, even among Westerners.

"You’ve grown taller again," Ying Zijin took out the lollipop she had prepared and handed it over, "You’re so much taller than your sister now, it seems you’re well-nourished; that’s a relief."

Wen Tinglan’s hand trembled as he took the candy, and his eyes felt a little sore, "Sis..."

He was suddenly reminded of last winter.

The day was cold, and the moon was large.

The girl stood under the moonlight, her arms full of needle marks.

Even though her own health was so poor, she still offered him candy to comfort him.

That’s why he told everyone that only Ying Zijin was his sister.

Wen Tinglan raised his hand, "Sis, I—"

"Sister! Sister, hello!" A girl suddenly bounced out from behind, reached out before Wen Tinglan, and took Ying Zijin’s hand directly, sparkling eyes, "I’m Adele Milton, 17 years old, a freshman in the Mechanical Department of Norton University."

"Both my parents are deceased, and I have no siblings, left only with a Persian cat and a Scottish Shepherd at home, not much inheritance, just 8 billion US dollars..."

After babbling on, Adele concluded, "Sister, I’m your super cute, super adorable sister-in-law!"

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"

Wen Tinglan’s hand was still suspended in mid-air; he turned his head, his dark eyes deep, "Miss Milton, please do not speak nonsense."

"Wow, that’s so cold-hearted," Adele crossed her arms, "I did join you in blowing up the lab and helped you with the repair costs."

Wen Tinglan, "...I didn’t ask you to blow it up with me."

Wen Tinglan’s psychological barriers had already been cured by Yu Xuesheng, no longer resisting social interactions. _{freёwebnovel.com}