The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 675

Chapter 675: 565 A slap was sent out, Emperor Ying showed his power [1 more update]

The middle-aged man had lived for over a hundred years. It was true that in the lifespan of an ancient martial artist, he was still in his prime, but he had indeed lived a long time.

What he could not stand the most was the younger generation’s arrogance and complete disregard for decorum. As soon as they possessed a little talent, they became insufferably proud.

Had they lost all understanding of hierarchy and respect for their elders?

They had been blinded by the gaudy temptations of the Secular World.

In the Ancient Martial World, the larger the clan, the greater their disdain and rejection of the Secular World.

This was because these clans had lived in the Ancient Martial World for a long time, never venturing out.

Ying Zijin spoke indifferently, "Elderly man, remember to prepare a coffin. You never know when your time will come." _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}

The middle-aged man’s face darkened, "What did you say?!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, if Miss Qingxue and Young Master Foo Chen are both capable of refining medicine, why do you insist on seeking out Miss Ying?" Ye Ling couldn’t help but speak up, "To despise her and yet seek her out, do you have..."

The middle-aged man swept a cold glare over her, aggressively interrupting, "Is it your place to speak?"

His inner strength surged forth, the momentum pressing towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling’s complexion turned instantly pale, and her body wavered.

Because she also had a talent for Ancient Medicine, as a "waste material" who practiced both Ancient Medicine and ancient martial arts, her Ancient Martial Cultivation was not high—less than ten years.

Even if the middle-aged man only used his presence to deliberately oppress Ye Ling, he could seriously injure her.

Ying Zijin placed a hand on Ye Ling’s shoulder and spoke again, "No refining, get out."

The middle-aged man finally changed his complexion, sneering as he retorted, "You say no refining, and we’re supposed to accept that?"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand, directly grabbing for the girl’s shoulder.

"Courting death!"

A furious shout suddenly erupted, accompanied by internal energy from a distance.

A fierce gust swept through, the middle-aged man’s hand hadn’t even touched Ying Zijin’s clothes before the wind toppled him over; with a "bang," his face smashed into the ground.

Ye Changkong stood in front, his beard fluttering.

The middle-aged man spat out blood and struggled to raise his head, his expression immediately changing, "An Ancient Martial Grandmaster?!"

The Ye Family was such a small clan, yet they had an Ancient Martial Grandmaster?

If they had an Ancient Martial Grandmaster, why were they still staying in such a small place?

According to the rules, once a family produced an Ancient Martial Grandmaster, they could register at the Judicial Hall and be allocated certain resources.

With an Ancient Martial Grandmaster, the Ye Family could have a larger territory.