Chapter 643: 546 Lin Qingjia is second, Ying Zijin is first [2 more chapters] Chapter 643: 546 Lin Qingjia is second, Ying Zijin is first [2 more chapters] Yun Shan was not particularly clear about the connection between the Ye Family and Fu Yunshen.
After all, he and his two brothers had only started following Fu Yunshen midway, and they were not in the country during the years when Fu Yunshen went to the O continent.
So after he had heard about the Ye Family’s situation, he thought about reporting to Fu Yunshen.
Upon hearing Ying Zijin’s words, Yun Shan was stunned.
But his hands were faster than his mind, and he had already passed over the long box containing the golden and silver needles.
These were the newly customized golden and silver needles from the Ancient dical Field that Fu Yunshen had specially ordered for Ying Zijin.
Just a dozen or so, and more than a billion had been spent.
After receiving them, Ying Zijin kept thinking about how she could earn back those billions.
She opened the long box and nodded, “Mr. Ye Changkong, I will help you beco a grandmaster.”
“Once you beco a grandmaster, can the Ye Family crisis be resolved?”
“…”
The entire ancestral hall fell silent.
Ye Ling was sowhat dazed.
Not to ntion Patriarch Ye, Ye Changkong was also shocked by this revelation.
Ye Changkong couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Ying, what do you an?”
What does it an to make him a grandmaster?
The Inner Strength of an ancient martial artist is a type of Qi Force that is born within the body.
This Qi Force is also present in the bodies of ordinary people, but only those with Ancient Martial Talent are able to use Ancient Martial Arts Secret Manuals to condense this Qi Force into Inner Strength.
It’s the movent of Inner Strength that allows ancient martial artists to far surpass ordinary people in speed, strength, lifespan, and other areas.
Once one reaches the status of an Ancient Martial Grandmaster, Inner Strength can be projected externally to shield the body, much like an iron wall.
It can perfectly defend against attacks from firearms and other modern weapons.
Unless the power of these weapons reaches the level of nuclear or atomic bombs, they simply cannot breach the defense of an Ancient Martial Grandmaster.
Even mbers of major clans who rely on dicinal herbs to build up their power cannot break through to the grandmaster level.
The reason why the O continent is wary of the Ancient Martial World is that even the top S-ranked rcenaries cannot match an Ancient Martial Grandmaster.
“Yes, you can beco a grandmaster,” Ying Zijin said, holding three golden needles in her hand, pondering before she continued, “But there’s one thing I need to make clear beforehand.”
“I will use the Golden Needle to help you beco a grandmaster, but once you beco one, no matter how you cultivate afterward, you will not be able to make any further progress, and your lifespan will deplete much faster.”
The lifespan of an Ancient Martial Grandmaster can reach more than two hundred years.
This is the drawback of this acupuncture technique.
Because it forcefully opens the ridians with External Force, it cos at the cost of sacrificing lifespan and consuming the body’s vital essence to increase Ancient Martial Cultivation.
Otherwise, if External Force could do everything, it would be unfair to those geniuses who rely on their own abilities to cultivate.
Ye Changkong took a deep breath, still unable to recover from his shock, “Miss Ying, can you really…”
He knew his Ancient Martial Talent was just the ordinary kind; he could never break through to Ancient Martial Grandmaster even if he exhausted his lifespan and devoted his entire life to it.
Ye Changkong did not hesitate at all.
He solemnly rose to his feet and cupped his fists toward the girl, “Good, please assist , Miss Ying.”
Ying Zijin nodded slightly, signaling Ye Changkong to sit cross-legged.
She inserted the golden needles into several of his key acupoints, then stimulated them with Inner Strength.
Ye Ling watched intently from the side, the more she watched, the more she felt enlightened.
Half an hour later, Ying Zijin finished administering the needles.
She leaned back in the chair, wiping sweat from her brow, her voice hoarse and slightly weak, “Yun Shan.”
Yun Shan understood the cue, pulling out a gun and aiming it at Ye Changkong.
With a “bang,” he pulled the trigger.
A silver bullet exploded out of the black muzzle, shooting straight towards Ye Changkong.
This pistol was also brand new from NOK forum’s trading area, with enormous destructive power, capable of instantly destroying a villa.
Both Ye Ling and Patriarch Ye’s expressions changed.
But the next second, they saw the bullet stop about three centiters from Ye Changkong.
It could not move an inch closer.
Centred around the bullet, the Inner Strength vibrated the air, emitting a faint “buzzing” sound.
Ye Changkong suddenly opened his eyes, and as more formidable Inner Strength erged, it completely shattered the bullet.
“Inner Strength manifested outwardly!” Patriarch Ye stared in disbelief, exclaiming, “Grandfather, Ancient Martial Grandmaster, you’ve really beco an Ancient Martial Grandmaster!”
The Ye Family had produced an Ancient Martial Grandmaster!
Ye Changkong carefully felt the changes within his body and was instantly moved to tears, “Grandmaster, grandmaster…”
A level that so many ancient martial artists longed for, and he had broken through it in just half an hour.
“Miss Ying.” Ye Changkong promptly knelt down and solemnly bowed three tis to the girl, “The rebirth you granted the Ye Family today, Ye Changkong will never forget.”
“Whatever you need, the entire Ye Family is willing to go through fire and water for you!”
“Don’t ntion it,” Ying Zijin pressed her forehead, “I want to sleep.”
This acupuncture technique indeed consud too much.
“Ye Ling, take Miss Ying to rest,” Patriarch Ye imdiately said, “No one must speak of today’s events, not anyone from the Ye Family either.”
Ye Ling nodded solemnly, “Understood.”
She and Yun Shan escorted Ying Zijin to the bedroom.
On the way, they encountered Ye Heng who had returned from outside.
Ye Heng glanced at the girl and snorted coldly in his heart.
Every day you’re staying at the Ye Family, how shaless.
Ye Heng didn’t look back; he was holding a jade vial in his hand and walked in with excitent.
“Ye Heng!” Patriarch Ye ca out and saw this scene, his anger resurfacing, “Do you still have the face to co back, and you’re happy about it?”
“Father, what’s wrong?” Ye Heng shook the jade vial in his hand. “Of course, I’m happy. I’ve been to the Ancient dical field so many tis, and this ti I finally managed to get the dicine distributed by Miss Qingjia.”
He had been waiting for months.
This was from his goddess.
“Ye Heng, you…” Patriarch Ye was so angry he could barely speak, “Get over here, kneel in the ancestral hall for three days!”
**
Ying Zijin woke up in the afternoon.
When she awoke, Fu Yunshen was by the bedside.
He handed her a glass of water, his eyes stirring with emotion: “Yaoyao, aside from those three and Yun Shan, there’s no one else, right?”
If the Ancient Martial World knew that there was soone who could use acupuncture to enhance the cultivation of an ancient martial artist, it would surely create chaos.
“No,” Ying Zijin, who was terribly exhausted this ti, lay in bed not wanting to move. She just fluttered her eyelids in response, “I’ve thought it over, they help you, and I help them.”
If it weren’t for Ye Changkong, she didn’t know if she would have been able to see Fu Yunshen again.
Fu Yunshen pinched her face, his lips curling up, “Kid, you like this much, so how could you bear to watch suffer all this ti?”
“Just kidding, it’s fun.”
“…”
There’s a saying, ‘dig your own grave.’
Fu Yunshen simply smiled and presented her with a bowl of fish soup, “Drink this.”
The fish soup was delicious, fragrant and pleasing.
Ying Zijin furrowed her brows: “Did you put your blood in it again?”
“Just a few drops,” Fu Yunshen said nonchalantly, “It’s nothing.”
Ying Zijin hesitated for a mont, but still drank it: “Your cooking has improved.”
“After all, my girlfriend has quite the picky taste,” Fu Yunshen said as he stroked her head, “Don’t go to the Level Four assessnt tomorrow.”
“No way,” Ying Zijin turned over in response, “I’m about to get paid.”
Otherwise, she’d have to wait another month.
“I make money, you rest,” Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, “What am I going to do if you’re worn out?”
“Didn’t I say it already?” Ying Zijin yawned, “I’ll support you, kid.”
Fu Yunshen’s hand paused
Familiar words drew ti back to one year prior.
Back then, he was alone and unsupported, she was like a burst of light piercing through the darkness, breaking into his life with an indomitable presence.
Irresistible, too dazzling to look directly at.
“Go back to sleep,” Fu Yunshen picked up a book of Celtic mythology, his slender fingers lightly tapping the pages, his expression casual, “I’ll tell you a bedti story.”
Ying Zijin: “…”
She wanted to take back her words from just now.
**
In December, there were, ironically, more participants in the Level Four assessnt than the Third Level.
Because the Level Four assessnt only occurred once a month, many mbers had attempted more than a dozen tis without success.
“This ti for the Level Four assessnt there were three hundred participants, and nine passed,” Hall Master Li received the list, “Let’s take a look at their results.”
“What’s there to see? After witnessing a talent like Miss Qingjia, who else is worth noticing?” Hall Master Liu shook his head.
As he spoke, he sighed: “Miss Qingjia passed the Level Four assessnt at the age of twenty, and just one year later, she advanced to Level Five.”
“If she had only focused on refining dicine, she would certainly be at level six by now.”
As for ng Qingxue, she wasn’t part of the Pill Alliance, so they were not clear on details.
But based on various rumors, ng Qingxue’s dicine refining ability was at the level of a Level Six mber within the Pill Alliance.
In the entire Pill Alliance, there were only thirty-four Level Six mbers.
And excluding the five elders of the Elders Council, there were only two Level Seven mbers.
ng Qingxue’s dical skills were known to be extraordinary.
The ng Family had close ties with the Secular World.
They had also heard that top noble families in the capital city had sought ng Qingxue’s dical expertise.
Hall Master Liu clearly didn’t have much interest in this new batch of Level Four mbers.
But still, he perused the list patiently.
The more he read, the more he was disappointed, the youngest was already forty years old.
Hall Master Li also exhaled a sigh.
“I’ve said it before, Miss Qingjia is a once-in-a-hundred-years talent, truly incomparable,” Hall Master Liu stood up, “I’m leaving first.”
Hall Master Li flipped to the last performance sheet, glancing at it casually at first.
That glance, however, beca utterly fixed.
Na: Ying Zijin
Bone Age: 18
Ti taken for assessnt: 115min
Results certification: Calming Pill, one batch of six pills, each with a utility rate of 65%.
Pill Alliance Level Four assessnt overall ranking: 1
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