Chapter 543: 488 Torturing the scum, directly rendered useless [1 update] Chapter 543: 488 Torturing the scum, directly rendered useless [1 update] An Roujin’s brows furrowed with worry, as she let out a gentle sigh.
It was a situation beyond her control, for if Wen Fengmian had simply stayed put in Qingshui County, she would definitely not have done anything.
Even if Wen Fengmian were in the imperial city, it would still have nothing to do with her.
But the strange thing was that Wen Fengmian had to come to the Ancient Martial World, and she had seen him.
Lin Jinyun naturally knew of her past marriage, just not that the man in question was Wen Fengmian.
Although Lin Qingjia was not of the Lin family by blood—a fact well-known in the Ancient Martial World—
nobody doubted her lineage anymore because, over the years, Lin Qingjia’s strength had increased rapidly, surpassing the direct lineage descendants of the Lin family of her generation.
There were many who envied Lin Qingjia, including members from the Lin, Xie, and Yue families.
An Roujin could imagine the look they would give Lin Qingjia if they knew her father was just an ordinary man.
An Roujin would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen.
The father of Lin Qingjia could only be Lin Jinyun.
Which was why she had tried to gauge Lin Qingjia’s attitude at the start of the auction.
Just as she had thought.
Lin Qingjia naturally leaned more towards Lin Jinyun.
The Lin Family Head of the Martial Arts World and a modern researcher plagued with illness—only a fool wouldn’t know which to choose.
An Roujin coughed twice, “Right, I forgot to tell Qingjia. Go and tell her I’m heading back first. If she needs anything, she can come straight to my room and ask.”
She was clear as a mother.
The appearance of Wen Fengmian also dealt a significant blow to Lin Qingjia.
One of the guards fist-bumped his chest, performed the ceremony, and then went upstairs to report to Lin Qingjia.
The imperial city, the Ji Family, villa district.
On the living room coffee table, an assortment of barbecue, fried chicken, and beer was arranged.
Ling Mianxi patted her stomach, very content, “The outside world is better after all. There’s so much food you can’t get in the Ancient Martial World.”
Ying Zijin didn’t drink because she wasn’t good with alcohol.
She was accustomed to drinking juice, sipping it while watching a movie broadcast on TV.
“Eh, by the way, Fuyi,” Ling Mianxi suddenly said, “you’ve had your coming-of-age ceremony years ago. Didn’t the Yue Family hold a husband-selection banquet for you?”
Ying Zijin paused, her brows arching, “Husband selection?”
“That’s how it is in the Martial Arts World, still retaining the ancient customs,” Ling Mianxi explained. “But they don’t look at gender, just at strength. Whoever has higher strength gets the right to choose their partner.”
Girls have their coming-of-age ceremony, and boys have their crown ceremony, after which they can marry.
Yue Fuyi, unusually serious, but that seriousness was directed at eating her strawberry ice cream, “What husband to choose? Is that better than strawberry ice cream?”
Ying Zijin agreed wholeheartedly, “It’s not.”
Strawberry ice cream wouldn’t upset her.
The three of them finished off the barbecue.
Ying Zijin leaned on the couch, discussing next month’s competition with Xiu Yu.
Yue Fuyi wouldn’t miss any chance to cultivate and started to meditate sitting cross-legged.
One hour later, she opened her eyes, turned her head, and looked towards Ling Mianxi, “Did you hear that?”
“Heard it,” Ling Mianxi replied while propped on the couch poking her phone, “Three ancient martial artists, two with about thirty years of cultivation, one with about fifteen, and about ten steps away, right?”
“I wonder which family they’re from.” Yue Fuyi stood up, her gaze icy, “Lucky me to bump into them.”
In the middle of the night, three ancient martial artists arriving at the villa district—their motive was obvious.
“No need—” Ying Zijin raised her hand, dispassionately, “This is my issue, I’ll handle it.”
She had anticipated that the Ji family might stir up some trouble in the next few days, but she hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.
Which was why she had specifically instructed Wen Fengmian to go to Ji Yihang—it would be more convenient to make a move.
“We’ll go to the kitchen, not to disturb you,” Ling Mianxi blinked, “When you get tired from beating them up, we’ll take over.”
Yue Fuyi frowned, about to speak, but was already being dragged away.
The door was kicked open at that moment, shattering with the impact, debris scattering everywhere.
The arrivals were none other than Ji Tianhao and two Guard Team Captains.
He naturally couldn’t wait for Ji Yiyuan to bring the person to him; he wanted to experience it on the spot.
The girl was dressed in simple casual wear, with long, straight legs under high-waisted, light blue jeans.
Her brows and eyes were clear and misty, like snow on distant mountains, like mist in clouds.
It was an ethereal beauty, rarely found in this world.
“Indeed, a rare beauty,” Ji Tianhao clapped his hands, smiling, “I have to admit, your looks are indeed better than Miss Qingjia’s.”
But that was just in terms of appearance.
In other respects, she still had no way to compare with Lin Qingjia.