The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 253: 243 Kicked the Iron Plate! The True Face of Ying Yuexuan【1 More】

Her movements were unhurried and leisurely,

as if she were about to go out for a run.

The girl’s action caused the five ancient martial artists who had burst in to pause in astonishment, unable to understand what she was about to do.

Ancient martial artists rarely appear in the public eye, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

They tend to handle things efficiently and cleanly, leaving no trace behind.

Moreover, ancient martial artists, because they cultivate inner strength within their bodies, are adept at concealing their presence.

It’s entirely possible that an old man selling meat at the market might be an ancient martial artist with profound inner strength—such things have happened before.

The five intruders were followers sent by Meng Jingyu.

Within the Ancient Martial World, they could only be considered the lowest tier.

But even so, not to mention ordinary people, even international-level boxers wouldn’t stand a chance against them.

Inner strength can strike objects through the air.

After Ying Zijin bought this apartment, she chose the sturdiest security door on the market.

Even bullets couldn’t penetrate it.

But the ancient martial artists only had to kick it a few times with their inner strength and it fell.

After Ying Zijin finished tying her hair, she glanced at the security door that now resembled a corpse and nodded, “This door, fifty thousand.”

The four words caused the five ancient martial artists to laugh, shaking their heads repeatedly.

They had thought this young girl had some impressive background to be so composed before them.

It seemed she was just a fearless rookie who didn’t know any better.

At this point, she was still thinking about money.

No wonder she came from a small county town.

“Young girl, no more talk,” one of the ancient martial artists took a step forward, his gaze indifferent, full of arrogance, “Hand over that tulip, and we won’t have to get rough.”

They had been staking out this place for several days, finally seizing an opportunity.

But they clearly remembered Meng Jingyu’s instructions: act only if they were certain that Fu Yunshen had left.

The five ancient martial artists thought Fu Yunshen was just a weak noble son, not worth their concern.

Still, Meng Jingyu’s repeated warnings made them obey his command.@@novelbin@@

A seventeen-year-old girl, wouldn’t she start crying and present the Snow Ganoderma to them on her own after being scared?

Outside the Ancient Martial World, they could have whatever they wanted from these ordinary people.

Fists were their capital.

“Tulip?” Ying Zijin looked up, her voice flat, “Not Snow Ganoderma?”

Her remark caused a change in the expressions of the five ancient martial artists.

“So you know,” the leading ancient martial artist narrowed his eyes slightly, “could it be, have you studied Ancient Medicine?”

This Snow Ganoderma was not the common medicinal herb of the same name.

Therefore, it was impossible for both Western and Chinese medicine practitioners to know about it.

Ying Zijin didn’t answer his question; she merely nodded slightly, “I hope you have fifty thousand on you.”

The face of the leading ancient martial artist darkened, “Foolish girl!”

He didn’t want to waste words with her and advanced directly.

Without any superfluous movement, he simply raised his hand and chopped down toward the girl’s shoulder and neck.

This strike, carrying inner strength and aimed at the clavicle, would not kill, but leaving someone permanently disabled would be effortless.

However, what he did not expect was that as his palm chopped down, the girl indeed did not move an inch.

Before he could react, suddenly—

“Bang!”

A powerful surge of inner strength erupted from the spot where he had struck.

It actually knocked him back.

The next second, Ying Zijin took a step forward, grabbed his collar with one hand, and slowly lifted him up…

Using only her left hand.

With a fierce twist of her wrist, she instantly flipped the man in her hand onto the ground.

At the same time, her inner strength rippled out again, breaking both of his arms.

The remaining four ancient martial artists were stunned.

Ying Zijin didn’t even glance at the person on the ground; she moved forward again.

Ten seconds later.

There were four more people on the ground.

Their legs were unharmed, but their upper bodies were twitching uncontrollably, as if they had fallen into convulsions.

Near the dining table,

Ying Zijin sat down. She took off the hair tie and placed it back on her wrist.

Her soft, long hair spilled over her shoulders, adding an extra touch of docility.

She showed no signs of being the one who had just engaged in combat.

“You… you’re finished…” the swollen-faced leader of the ancient martial artists sputtered incoherently, spitting out blood-stained teeth, “Offending the Meng Family… you’re definitely dead!”

Upon hearing this, Ying Zijin turned her head.

She seemed to be considering something.

A few seconds later, she spoke.

Her voice was low and carried a strong power of bewitchment.

“Look into my eyes.”

The expressions of the five ancient martial artists all tightened as they dumbly raised their heads, looking like puppets, seemingly under someone’s control.

“Forget what happened today,” Ying Zijin’s fingers lightly tapped on the table, nonchalant, “As for the reason, think of one yourselves.”

Upon hearing these words, the five martial artists numbly nodded their heads.

Ying Zijin pressed at her temples, indifferently, “Leave the money, the people can scram.”

The martial artist whose arm wasn’t broken began to rummage through his pockets.

After a long search, he pulled out a hundred and twenty-eight yuan and fifty cents in cash, and a bank card.

“…”

Ying Zijin picked up the bank card, calculating the balance within.

Sixty-three thousand five hundred and forty-two yuan and one jiao.

She was slightly silent, “You really are poor.”

But it was enough to pay someone to change the door.

Yet the five martial artists gave no response, leaving the Wen Family home one after another.

Ying Zijin picked up her phone and ordered an anti-theft door she had taken a liking to that morning, also scheduling the installation.

Her eyelashes lowered, she seemed to be deep in thought.

The rules of the Ancient Martial World are different from those outside.

Some fighting amongst themselves is permissible.

However, if she were to kill these five martial artists, it would draw the attention of the Ancient Martial World.

Right now, she didn’t want to have any involvement with the Ancient Martial World or the Ancient Medical Field.

Ying Zijin rubbed her head again.

It had been a long time since she used hypnotism, and it gave her a bit of a headache.

**

Several streets away from the Wen Family’s neighborhood, in front of a teahouse.

Meng Jingyu was sitting on a bamboo rattan chair outside.

On the sandalwood table, there was a pot of tea and a plate of pastries.

Tea mist rose, matching well with his dark green Hanfu embroidered open jacket.

Meng Jingyu poured a cup of tea, glancing at his watch.

Counting the time, it should be about time.

Just then, a car stopped in front of him.

The driver was the woman who had accompanied him.

Upon alighting from the car, the woman gave Meng Jingyu a traditional ancient salute, clasping her fists together.

It made passersby turn their heads for a second look.

“Sir, the mission has failed,” she paused before continuing, “They’ve been severely injured and are currently receiving treatment at the hospital.”

“Failed?” Meng Jingyu’s eyes cooled as he spoke with a hint of laughter still in his voice, “Are they all useless? They couldn’t even deal with an ordinary person?”

“They say they ran into someone from the O region,” the woman reported, “They were no match, so they were unsuccessful.”

“O region…” Meng Jingyu slightly frowned, his demeanor becoming more solemn.

He indeed heard from the Meng Family that the Bevin Family’s young lady from the O region was currently in Shanghai City.

If they truly encountered her, it was indeed true they were no match.

Meng Jingyu set down his teacup, slowly exhaling three words, “Return to the capital.”

He couldn’t stay here any longer.

Others might not know what kind of person Fu Yunshen was, but he was well aware.

He had personally seen how this man, with punch after punch of close combat, incapacitated an ancient martial artist with profound inner strength.

At that time, he was only seventeen years old.

Meng Jingyu’s gaze darkened slightly.

Nobody wanted to face up against a man who cared so little for his own life.

The woman clasped her fists again, “Yes, sir.”

**

Verdant Middle School.

Only after the ISC competition procedures were announced on the whole network and firmly put into place, did the class teachers notify the students from all three high school grades in the Elite Class and Science Experiment Class.

It was best for the second-year high school students to participate in the competition.

They could hone their skills without affecting their college entrance exam.

Thus, second-year students from the Elite Class and Science Experiment Class who were interested all signed up.

Not many from the third-year Science Experiment Class signed up; after all, for them, the college entrance exam was of utmost importance.

Inside the third-year Elite Class.

“Yuexuan, are you signing up?” Her deskmate poked Ying Yuexuan’s shoulder, “If you sign up, I’ll sign up too. Even if we can’t make it to the international finals, it’s still good practice.”

“There’s only one direct spot to the international competition from our school,” Ying Yuexuan held her phone, the sign-up interface open on the screen, “I’m not qualified for that, so of course I have to sign up.”

Her classmate nodded, “Alas, there’s no helping it, who can match Ying Zijin’s prowess? But you’re not bad either, Yuexuan. It’s not like there’s a freak like her every year.”

Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips, remaining silent.

When the girl turned away, she opened Verdant Forum.

She then typed in her username and password.

The ID was a combination of numbers and letters.

Under this ID, there was only one post.

[Title]: Zhong Zhiwan used her position as Student Council President to take a piece of writing from Ying Zijin.