The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 361: 347 Ancestor, One Face-Slapping Skill Every Day [3 Updates]

The voice wasn’t loud, very faint and light, yet it possessed a power that could shake the heart.

Ling Dan and Ling Shuang’s expressions both involuntarily changed, and they stopped in their tracks.

The two of them even felt a kind of oppressive force, their nerves tensing up in an instant.

The three elders abruptly stood up and turned their heads.

It was a woman in her thirties, dressed very simply.

Her appearance had nothing special, ordinary, but one could sense her extraordinariness.

Upon seeing the woman, the Third Elder’s sleepiness completely vanished.

He adjusted his hat and “thud,” knelt down at once.

The Great Elder and the Second Elder widened their eyes and hurriedly followed suit, kneeling down.

All three old men were very reverent.

“Paying respects to the Ancestor.”

As soon as this title was uttered, Ling Dan and Ling Shuang were instantly shocked.

This young woman was the Ancestor of the Foo Family?

No, that’s not the main point, powerful practitioners of Ancient Medicine could keep their appearance youthful forever.

The main point was, the Ancestor of the Foo Family was actually making an appearance?

Despite the current head of the Ling Family being Ling Zhonglou, in reality, several previous heads were still alive.

It’s just that upon reaching a certain age, they would abdicate and retire.

Ling Dan and Ling Shuang were masters among Ling Zhonglou’s generation, but naturally, they couldn’t compare with ancient martial artists who had trained for over a hundred years.

Those true masters in the Ancient Martial World usually kept to themselves in seclusion.

Even members of their own clans found it difficult to see them.

Let alone the Ancestor.

In both Ancient Medicine and Ancient Martial Arts, each family typically only had one living Ancestor, the highest generation still alive within the family.

After this Ancestor passed away, the first in the next generation would be able to take this title.

Ling Dan and Ling Shuang had also never seen the current Ancestor of the Ling Family, nor did they know who it was.

They had only seen the portraits of the past heads of the Ling Family in the ancestral hall and would go to offer incense.

According to Ling Dan and Ling Shuang’s guess, if possible, the current Ancestor of the Ling Family was likely the one who founded the Ling household.

Ancient martial arts appeared in the late 16th century, while the Ling Family’s history wasn’t that long but was still over three hundred years.

Ancient Medicine appeared later than ancient martial arts, in the late 18th century.

“It’s not ancient times anymore, no need for such formalities,” the woman coughed and raised her hand, signaling the three elders to rise, “I am Foo Xi, don’t be afraid, I have something I want to ask you.”

The remark was directed at Ling Dan and Ling Shuang.

Yet Ling Dan and Ling Shuang were still very nervous.

Who knew how many generations older this Foo Xi was than them?

“I heard that your young master’s inner strength turmoil has been completely settled,” Foo Xi nodded slightly, “I’m wondering who helped with the treatment?”

Ling Dan and Ling Shuang immediately became alert.

Jiang Ran’s recovery was something that couldn’t be concealed.

Ling Zhonglou was the head of the Ling Family, but Jiang Huaping was an ordinary person; all the major clans were watching her, and Jiang Ran was a thorn in the eyes of many.

A short while ago, the Ancient Martial World was too chaotic, so Ling Zhonglou had no choice but to send Jiang Ran to Shanghai City to take refuge.

The Ling Family didn’t have marital ties with the Foo Family; their alliance was with another Ancient Medicine Family.

But even within allies, nothing was eternal.

What was Foo Xi trying to do by asking this?

“Sorry, senior,” Ling Shuang and Ling Dan exchanged glances, then spoke in unison, “Someone did save the young master, but we’re not aware of who it was. The head of the family guesses it was a Hidden World Divine Doctor.”

This statement was, in fact, true.

Ling Zhonglou indeed didn’t know who had saved Jiang Ran.

But whoever had completely cured Jiang Ran’s condition definitely wasn’t just an ordinary doctor.

Foo Xi fell silent for a moment: “I see.”

With her not speaking, no one else dared to move.

“This is a pill I refined,” after a long spell of silence, Foo Xi took out a box, “It extends life by eighty years and can also preserve youth.”

Ling Dan and Ling Shuang couldn’t help but be astonished.

The three elders were also surprised.

Such a pill, even for Foo Xi, would require a great deal of energy.

Ancient Medics often had short lifespans because they used their own life force to refine medicine.

Medicines for extending life were very demanding, diminishing their own lifespan.

So to this day, in the Ancient Martial World, only a Beautifying Pill that only females could use to extend lifespan had been developed.

Moreover, one must be able to withstand the impact of the medicine’s power.

This required the protection of a powerful ancient martial artist nearby to help the user regulate their acupoints.

Moreso, like Alchemy which alters the body to slow down the pace of cellular aging, there was also an age limit.

Beyond fifty years old, there was simply no way.

“Take it,” Foo Xi smiled, “Consider it a gift for our meeting.”

A gift for our meeting?

The Second Elder pulled out his beard and hissed in pain.

But it was also their first time meeting, wasn’t it?

Why didn’t they get anything?

What is this differential treatment?

They are clearly the ones from the Foo Family!

The Second Elder looked at that box, his eyes practically glowing green with envy.

If he could get his hands on it, study it, his medical skills would definitely surge!

Ling Dan and Ling Shuang received the box with trepidation and stumbled back in a daze.

If other Ancient Martial Arts Families knew that Ling Chonglou had gotten medicine personally refined by the Ancestor of the Foo Family, how many would be green with envy?

“Ancestor, you—” The Great Elder just started to speak when he saw that Foo Xi had already left.

The Third Elder let out a long sigh, tilted his head, and fell back asleep.

**

Foo Xi returned to her own living quarters.

Her place was always simple, with just a bed, a desk, and a closet in the bedroom.

Next to the bedroom was the secret chamber for refining medicine.

Foo Xi entered, sat cross-legged in front of her medicine furnace, and began to meditate.

Her eyes held a listless gaze as she sighed softly, uttering a question that even she had no answer for, “Is it you, Master?”

Ancient martial artists sometimes suffer from inner strength disorders, which are due to acquired cultivation.

However, Jiang Ran’s condition was innate, leaving little chance for cure.

But that did not include the ancestors from the Ancient Medicine Families, although they never rendered aid.

Foo Xi knew well that her contemporaries from other Ancient Medicine Families, who understood how to treat such conditions, were either dead or in perpetual closed-door cultivation, with absolutely no involvement with Jiang Ran.

Eliminating other options, whatever answer was left, however impossible, had to be true.

What about the Alchemists and Poison Masters from the O continent?

They did not understand the ways of ancient martial arts.

The only one who could have fully cured Jiang Ran was her master.

But Foo Xi was unable to ask anything of him.

Even if she did manage to ask, her master came and went without a trace, eluding even the chance of a meeting.

Foo Xi sighed, picked up a few medicinal herbs, and threw them into the furnace, then closed her eyes and quietly began refining medicine.

She did not know if she would manage to see her master again in her lifetime.

She did not have much longer to live.

**

December 28th.

A group set out for the airport together.

From start to finish, Nie Chao kept his distance from Ling Mianxi, trailing at the very end of the group.

Fortunately, with Jiang Ran, the eternal bachelor, for company, Nie Chao’s heart was somewhat consoled.

This was an A380 aircraft, with 12 seats in first class.

After boarding, Fu Yunshen unwrapped the eye mask from its bag and handed it to Ying Zijin.

He then adjusted the seat for her to rest comfortably.

Once Ying Zijin closed her eyes, Fu Yunshen draped a blanket over her.

Nie Chao, sitting across the aisle, just wanted to gouge his eyes out.

He couldn’t stand to watch anymore.

Why did men who had been single for too long change like this upon finding a girl they liked?

How could they do this to us single dogs?

Ling Mianxi bubbled with envy.

She had never experienced this kind of life before.

Whenever she met with Nie Yi, it was to spar in martial power, or at most to share a meal, nothing more.

Without comparison, there was no harm done.

She, Ling Mianxi, gestured to Nie Chao with a beckoning hand.

Nie Chao shuddered with fear, but still stood up and approached, stammering, “Big, big…”

As a grown man, he simply couldn’t bring himself to address a young lady with this title.

“Younger brother, rest assured,” Ling Mianxi patted his shoulder vigorously, with a serious look, “From now on, your sister-in-law will have your back.”

Nie Chao had a pained expression on his face.

He feared the day would come when they would play a mixed doubles match.

Just then, a flight attendant pulled back the curtain, and another person boarded the plane.

It was Mong Ru.

Mong Ru didn’t plan to wait for Ying Yuexuan; there was much to do in the Yuan family, and she needed to get back before the end of the year.

After all her busy work, this was the earliest available flight.

Mong Ru’s seat was at the back of the cabin, and she didn’t glance at the other first-class passengers, securing her seatbelt and settling down to rest.

But her aide beside her gasped in surprise, “Madam, isn’t that Young Master Nie Chao?”