The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 757

Chapter 757: 612 Emperor Ying’s Tyrannical Crumbs [2 More]

Intense pain assaulted him, snapping Qiao Dong out of his drunkenness instantly.

If it had been any other time, he would have been astonished and then harbored some improper thoughts.

But now, Qiao Dong was in no mood for anything else.

His throat was tightly gripped, making it difficult to breathe, yet somehow he could still make a sound.

Qiao Dong broke out in a cold sweat and blurted out in shock, "You... are you Ling Mianxi?!"

The most famous person in the Ling Family was indeed Ling Mianxi.

Because she was a genius, her Ancient Martial Talent was not the slightest bit inferior to Yue Fuyi, Xie Nian, or Lin Qingjia’s.

While women were generally not as good as men in practicing Ancient Martial Arts, Ling Mianxi completely overshadowed many male geniuses.

She was still young, and in a few years, she might even surpass Xie Nian.

That was also the reason why the Xie Family had always wanted to kill her.

However, the Ancient Martial World was vast, and indeed, quite a few people had never seen Ling Mianxi.

Besides, Ling Mianxi didn’t act as high and mighty in the Ancient Martial World like Xie Nian, spending a long time disguised as a man to compete in tournaments.

Qiao Dong looked at the girl tremulously, his mind a brief chaos, as he realized the problem.

No... that’s not right.

The latest records of geniuses showed that Ling Mianxi was nearly 19 years old, with a level of Ancient Martial Cultivation equivalent to that of a 65-year-old.

At most, she could match him.

Even if he was still drunk, he could not have been so easily subdued by Ling Mianxi in an instant.

Then who was this girl?!

When did the Ancient Martial World gain another Ancient Martial Talent?

Qiao Dong’s mind was a mess as he stammered, "You... you?"

Before he could finish speaking, another young girl walked in through the door.

Tall and slim, with porcelain white skin.

Ling Mianxi was carrying the unconscious Qiao Ting in her hand.

With a slight release of her hand, as if discarding trash, she dropped him directly in front of Qiao Dong and smiled, "You were looking for me? Were you so eager to see me?"

"What an honor, that you even know of my existence."

Qiao Dong was thoroughly frightened as he exclaimed hoarsely, "You are Ling Mianxi? Then who is she?!"

Moreover, what was more important, there were guards around his house, whose strengths were not inferior to his.

How come his cries hadn’t carried outside?

Could it be that the other members of the Qiao Family were all asleep?

"Being an Ancient Martial Grandmaster is indeed great. I wonder when I’ll be able to break through," Ling Mianxi said, as if reading Qiao Dong’s mind, and touched her chin, "to seal the sound and all movements within 10 kilometers. Even if someone inside screams their lungs out, people outside won’t hear a thing."

Ying Zijin nodded, "You’re already very powerful. With your talent, given enough time, breaking through to become an Ancient Martial Grandmaster is just a matter of course."

She was different from Ling Mianxi; she had started practicing from scratch, so naturally, her progress was much faster.

If Ling Mianxi were the same age as Xie Nian, there was no reason she would be inferior in terms of Ancient Martial Cultivation.

Their nonchalant conversation made Qiao Dong’s brain swell and his legs go weak.

Were these things humans said?

What do you mean by an Ancient Martial Grandmaster would break through just like that?!

"How should I hit him?" Ying Zijin asked, slightly lowering her eyes with an indifferent voice, "Hit his head?"

Her grip on Qiao Dong’s throat slowly tightened as she smiled, "Like this?"

"Bang!"

Before Qiao Dong could recover from his shock, his head slammed into the wall.

An unprecedented pain spread from a single point, assaulting his nerves.

The wound split open, burning painfully as blood kept flowing down, dripping onto the floor.

Qiao Dong let out a scream of agony, "Ahh—!"

Ying Zijin said indifferently, "Or should it be like this?"

She lifted her hand again and used another method, then pressed Qiao Dong’s head against the wall.

Qiao Dong let out another wretched scream, "Stop! Please stop! Spare my life... spare me!"

He began to plead incoherently, "Let me go, let me go, my lord, please spare me, I won’t dare do it again, never again."

Ying Zijin did not hold back, her voice calm, "I’ll count for you, the number of times you hit him, and give you double."

"Bang bang bang—" The wall was covered in cracks.

"That’s all you’ve got? Can’t take it?" Ling Mianxi bent down, looming close, her voice cold, "I know my brother’s temperament. No matter how much it hurt, he wouldn’t have let out a sound, yet he’s only nineteen years old, nineteen."

People at that age are supposed to be protected.

If Jiang Ran wished, he could always live in the imperial capital or Shanghai City, or he could go overseas to attend university.

There was no need for him to return to the ruthlessly competitive Ancient Martial World.