The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690: 573 Ying Zijin: Want to meet the Tea Saint? Then let’s meet [1 update]_2

In Lorentz Castle, there were also piles of various models of mobile phones and computers.

Having money is synonymous with being willful.

["Hmm, you can send me the information first, and I’ll take a look."]

After replying, Ying Zijin picked up a skewer of grilled chicken wings.

Fu Yunshen sat down as well.

In the room, Foo Chen was the only one who felt very uncomfortable.

The old lady finished the barbecue and walked away leisurely, almost forgetting to take the Little Medicine Boy with her.

Only then did Foo Chen catch his breath, wrapped his clothes around himself, and suppressed his voice to the lowest level, "Great Master, the Tea Saint isn’t one of your disciples too, is she?"

"No," Ying Zijin picked up a skewer of chicken wings, "She’s just passed a hundred years in age."

"That’s good, that’s good," Foo Chen patted his chest and took a deep breath in relief, "Great Master, do you have any other disciples?"

Ying Zijin paused, "I do, but I don’t know if they’re still around."

Foo Chen nodded.

Foo Xi had lived for so long because of his Ancient Martial Cultivation; the others might not be so certain.

With a heart severely frightened, he finally started to eat the grilled meat.

**

The winter hunt wasn’t long, just five days in total.

On the last day, many people were waiting.

Because they could watch a very interesting competition.

"Now it’s time for the competition," announced the Great Elder of the Pill Alliance, stroking his beard, "Same old rules, pair up and draw lots to decide."

"The rules need no further explanation, right? Each of you will refine a poison and an antidote, then take each other’s concoctions; whoever can refine successfully and detoxify in the shortest time wins."

A brutal method of competition.

But not many dared to participate.

If there’s a huge discrepancy in medical skills between the two, and one can’t feed the antidote in time before the poison takes effect, resulting in death, what then? _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

"However, the prize this time is quite rare—it’s the Snow Jade Ginseng," the Great Elder added, "so we encourage everyone to join the competition."

Upon these words, the buzz among the crowd grew louder.

"Snow Jade Ginseng? They’re actually willing to offer Snow Jade Ginseng as a competition prize?"

"Our Ancient Medicine field has really splurged this time. If there had been rare medicinal herbs like Snow Jade Ginseng in the past, they would never have been made available."

"I wouldn’t join for Snow Jade Ginseng; it’s a life-threatening competition."

Ying Zijin’s ears twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She too heard the words "Snow Jade Ginseng."

Last night, the old lady had mentioned this herb to her, essential for repairing the hidden dark injuries in Fu Yunshen’s body.

The old lady’s medicinal garden also contained some but they weren’t mature yet.

This Snow Jade Ginseng was natural, recently picked by an exploration team from a mountain in the Ancient Martial World.

That mountain was rarely visited, and the Snow Jade Ginseng was small and difficult to spot.

Therefore, it was estimated that this Snow Jade Ginseng was not only undamaged, but its age was also at least five hundred years.

Naturally grown, it was undoubtedly better than those cultivated artificially.

Fu Yunshen noticed the girl’s interest, and he patted her head with a soft laugh, "Yaoyao, I’m fine, only a bit of the dark injury remains, and it will heal with rest—no need to go to such lengths."

The dark injuries in his body were remnants of the past.

After all, even with ancient martial arts pushing the human body to its limits, it was still a human flesh, and repeated mortal injuries could leave hidden wounds.

However, his recovery had always been fast, and he had healed quite a lot over the years.

Ying Zijin had cared for him and the injuries inside him no longer affected him much.

"I have to." Ying Zijin said flatly, showing rare firmness, "That’s without the herbs."

She looked up at the several Alchemy Furnaces on the high platform, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, speaking lightly: "It’s just about detoxifying."

This was easy for her.

When she first became involved with Ancient Medicine, it was because she found the art of making poisons to be fun.

"If the dark injury is fully healed, your Ancient Martial Cultivation can improve a lot. After some more cultivation, you might have a hundred and fifty years, right?" Ying Zijin tilted her head slightly, her brows raised subtly, "Aren’t you supposed to protect me?"

Such a cultivation speed was indeed fast.

"I can’t argue with you," Fu Yunshen admitted softly, resigned, "But you have to understand, you’re more important."

Having seen the pillaging and plundering in the Ancient Martial World, he never condoned stealing medicinal materials like some bandits would.