The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 241: 233 Mu Chenzhou is not qualified at all【3 more】

After all, even before the 21st century, not every family member within those glorious and flourishing Ancient Martial Families could successfully cultivate Inner Strength.

And since the Ancient Martial Families had all retreated back to the Ancient Martial World, those members who couldn’t cultivate Inner Strength were expelled from it.

Not only in the imperial city, but Shanghai City and some other major cities also have some martial arts schools.

Most of these martial arts schools are opened by those who have been expelled from the Ancient Martial World.

A small portion of them have gone to the Shaolin Temple to become monks.

Practitioners of Ancient Medicine must cultivate ancient martial arts.

Because only with sufficient Inner Strength within their bodies can they perform more ancient acupuncture techniques.

However, these practitioners only possess the most basic cultivation of ancient martial arts, and cannot be equated with true ancient martial artists.

On the contrary, because they refine rare medicinal materials and test medicines on themselves, their bodies may not even be as strong as those of ordinary people, and many succumb to early deaths.

Unless they are those rare individuals who practice Dual Cultivation of Ancient Martial Arts and Ancient Medicine.

Regrettably, such individuals are practically non-existent.

For many years, neither the Ancient medical field nor the Ancient Martial World have produced many of these individuals.

To practice Dual Cultivation, even to describe them as geniuses would be an understatement.

Thus, to protect family members, Ancient Medicine Families have formed marital alliances with Ancient Martial Families generation after generation.

Whether it’s Hua Country’s Ancient medical field or O Continent’s Alchemy world, there isn’t any significant international power that would dare to offend them.

Everyone falls ill at some point, and only Divine Physicians can pull themselves back from the brink of death.

The Meng Family is the only Ancient Medicine Family still active in the imperial city.

But only a few individuals, such as Mu Heqing, Old Master Nie, and Nie Yi know that the Meng Family practices Ancient Medicine, not Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Mu Chenzhou, although a member of the Mu family, has no right to be privy to the core secrets of the imperial city, and is naturally unaware.

Not to mention Madam Mu, a housewife.

Ying Zijin closed her laptop and became somewhat interested, “How long is the history of the Meng Family’s clan?”

Although it had been quite a while, she could still barely remember the names of a few of her apprentices.

She had an apprentice with the surname Foo.

But then again, it’s possible that her apprentice changed his surname later on.

She had once calculated for this apprentice that his name wasn’t very good and would affect his Life Pattern.

“Compared to the Mu family, it’s not short,” Fu Yunshen nodded, “Just under two hundred years.”

Ying Zijin nodded slightly.

Then it seems it wasn’t her apprentice.

She wouldn’t concern herself further.

“Elder Mu’s illness was always treated by the Meng Family,” Fu Yunshen said distantly, “but it was never cured completely and always had lingering effects.”

“After Yaoyao treated Elder Mu, the Meng family even thought about recruiting you into their clan.”

“Not going,” Ying Zijin didn’t look up, “I’m retired.”

Fu Yunshen suddenly laughed. He stood up, walked over, and naturally ran his fingers through her soft hair.

His tone was nonchalant and playful.

“Kid, how old are you? Don’t steal my lines,” he said.

His amber-colored pupils gleamed like little stars, brightening and dimming, the colors vivid and flowing.

When he looked at her, his gaze always softened involuntarily.

The fierce light hidden deep within his eyes was reined in.

Revealing a tenderness that reached down to the bone.

The light scent of Jade and Agarwood from his body gently fell, lingering behind her ears.

Ying Zijin’s hand paused on the keyboard.

“It’s better that you don’t go,” his eyes held a hint of weariness, “My elder brother has a conflict with the Meng family, it would be difficult for you if you went.”

Ying Zijin was slightly surprised, “What conflict?”

Fu Yunshen nestled back into the sofa, his eyes half-closed, “Just because of some issues, he disabled a direct lineage family member of their family and was pursued for a while.”

His tone was lazy, carrying a distinctive allure.

His words were light, as if casually mentioning that he had drunk a cup of tea.

“…”

Ying Zijin raised her phone, “One more hour, shall we play games online?”

Fu Yunshen didn’t refuse.

They both logged into the game and formed a team.

While controlling the game characters, she looked up and arched an eyebrow at Fu Yunshen.

The man’s long fingers slid across the screen, casually yet precisely unleashing the game characters’ skills.

He wore a white shirt that highlighted his bewitchingly handsome features, full of a devil-may-care allure.

Probably the head of the IBI and all those detectives still don’t know that their Supreme Executive Commander is also on their wanted list.

**

This ball had invited all the socialites of Shanghai City, and naturally, members of the Fu Family were present.

After dancing with Fu Yihan, Su Ruan went aside to rest.

She did see Fu Yunshen, but only with a glance.

She didn’t know that it was because of Old Master Fu that Fu Yunshen was able to enter, right?

But Fu Yihan was different; he had his personal invitation.

With a single glance, it was clear who held more sway.

“Xiao Ruan, you sit here for a bit,” Fu Yihan said, “I have some matters to discuss with my father.”@@novelbin@@

“You go ahead,” Su Ruan waved her hand, “I’m fine by myself.”

She was also aware that there would be an auction soon.

On the auction list was a necklace she particularly liked, which she planned to bid for.

After Su Ruan had a piece of dessert, her gaze paused when she saw a server carrying cocktails approaching.

She stopped the server, pointed to the tray, “Give me that one.”

It was a very exquisite colored glaze cup, even more luxurious and possessed an ancient charm.

The cocktail inside was also specially mixed, different from the others in regular cups.

Su Ruan took to it instantly.

The server hesitated, hastening to say, “Young Madam Fu, this one isn’t—”

Seeing him not moving, Su Ruan directly reached out and took it herself.

She elegantly sipped the cocktail and purposefully left a red lipstick mark on the cup.

Then she looked up, displeased, “Isn’t what?”

The server became frantic, “This is another guest’s personal cup, not provided by the hotel.”

“What personal or not personal?” Su Ruan laughed, “Could it be that I don’t even have the privilege to use a cup? I like it, so it’s mine.”

She was spoiled growing up and was accustomed to arrogance; she didn’t think anything was amiss.

The server was even more anxious, unsure of what to do.

Not until he saw the girl who had gone to get a small cake coming over, did he finally find a lifesaver, “Miss Ying, your cup…”

“Oh, it’s yours, huh?” Su Ruan immediately recognized Ying Zijin with a haughty tone, “Sorry for using your cup.”

She wanted to show Fu Yunshen that not just anyone could surpass her.

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes drooped as she glanced at it without any emotion, indifferently, “It’s dirty, throw it away.”

She was a clean freak, thus she always carried her own dining ware.

The smile on Su Ruan’s face solidified.

Her complexion turned greener bit by bit until it was ashen, trembling with anger, “Are you humiliating me?”

Ying Zijin yawned, turning her head, “You could say that.”

“And you?” Su Ruan couldn’t keep her poise, turning her head abruptly with a dangerous crimson in her eyes, “You’re just watching her treat me like this?”

Fu Yunshen lazily lifted his eyelids, raised his chin slightly, signaling to a server nearby, “Give her a bill.”

The server produced a bill book they carried, wrote in it, and then handed it to Su Ruan.

The numbers were written in black and clear.

Exquisite Jade Porcelain Cup.

Price, five hundred thousand.

Su Ruan’s expression stiffened, a flushed shade of mortification crept on her face, agitated.

It was as if she had been slapped out of nowhere, stinging hotly.

Indeed, five hundred thousand was no big deal for her, but it was a slap in her face.

A clear humiliation.

“Transfer the money in ten minutes,” Fu Yunshen said, without looking her way again, “and don’t make me remind you.”

Su Ruan was directly enraged into tears, her fingers trembling, “Fu Yunshen, you’ll see!”

Crying, she ran off.

“Luckily, it wasn’t used.” Ying Zijin wiped her hands, “Quite disgusting.”

“No worries, easy fifty thousand,” Fu Yunshen chuckled, “enough to buy a few thousand more.”

That certainly wasn’t any Exquisite Jade Porcelain Cup; it was bulk merchandise bought by Ying Zijin from STAR.

Fifteen bucks apiece.

She wouldn’t skimp on food, but wasn’t as particular about other things.

She saved where she could.

Ying Zijin pressed her temples, “Let’s head over there.”

**

As the auction approached, the servers had already cleared the dining tables, replacing them with chairs.

Ying Zijin sat in the farthest corner, her eyes closed, conserving energy.

The blue and white porcelain with underglaze red that Mu Heqing had asked her to buy was the penultimate auction item, and there was still plenty of time.

She had also glanced through the auction list and found nothing she needed.

The ten auction items were sold off quickly, with the highest one, a necklace, reaching a final bid of nineteen million.

“Next up for auction is a tulip,” the auctioneer began from the stage, “A very rare hybrid variety, starting at ten thousand.”

Ying Zijin opened her eyes, her gaze suddenly fixed.

She immediately recognized that it wasn’t any tulip, but a Snow Ganoderma.

Due to the similarity in appearance between Snow Ganoderma and tulips, ordinary people couldn’t tell them apart.

Snow Ganoderma was a very rare medicinal herb capable of neutralizing all toxins.

She had used it before.

Ying Zijin hadn’t expected that, even with Earth’s resources being so scarce, Snow Ganoderma could still be found.

After pondering for a moment, she still raised her bidding card, “One million.”

This figure attracted the attention of everyone present, all somewhat astounded.

Mu Chenzhou involuntarily glanced at the man next to him to gauge his reaction.

He knew the Meng family came here specifically for this item.

But them spending a million on it was out of the question.

Originally, the Meng family planned to spend at most fifty thousand.

Mu Chenzhou stood up, interrupting the auction, “I request that this item be re-auctioned, but Miss Ying cannot participate, or—”

He paused, “You can also relinquish this tulip, which spares us all a lot of trouble.”