Chapter 621: 530 Ying Zijin: Foo Xi, my apprentice [1 more]_3 Chapter 621: 530 Ying Zijin: Foo Xi, my apprentice [1 more]_3 But those outsiders who enter the Ancient Martial World must go to the Judicial Hall to obtain an identification, similar to an ID card.
If they don’t have one, they’re considered undocumented.
“Daddy Ying, this is an affiliate clan of the Xie Family, the Yan Family.” Jiang Ran was very alert, whispering, “They often help the Xie Family with burning, killing, looting, or hunting down the talented youths of other clans.”
Murder and looting are quite commonplace in the Ancient Martial World; it would only be surprising if a day passed without them.
After all, every day, there are wars happening all over the Ancient Martial World, just not as frequently as hundreds of years ago.
Jiang Ran knew one of the reasons was that people with Ancient Martial Talent were becoming increasingly scarce.
Individuals like Ling Mianxi, who were born with Inner Strength and possessed Ancient Martial Talent, were even rarer.
Fortune Tellers have prophesied that this is a sign of the impending doom of the Ancient Martial World.
Jiang Ran guessed that this might also be one of the reasons why ancient martial artists were all retreating back to the Ancient Martial World.
However, what the true reason was, probably only those ancestors knew.
But the faction of the Xie Family was indeed too presumptuous.
They frequently “create accidents” to eliminate young talents.
The Ancient Martial World is vast, full of ancient relics and rarely trodden areas; this is one of those places.
Luckily, Ling Mianxi recently visited the Yue Family.
Otherwise, the first target the Xie Family faction would have set their sights on would have been his cousin.
Jiang Ran sneered, “What invaders, find a smarter excuse to kill.”
The middle-aged man’s complexion darkened, his smile forced and insincere, “Young Master Ling, you seem quite arrogant, but everyone knows your mother was a commoner. How high can your Ancient Martial Cultivation really be?”
He said indifferently, “It’s true, we’re here to kill you, and you won’t be able to escape.”
Ying Zijin glanced up at the sky, thoughtful, “Killing someone here, is it very easy to erase all traces and go undetected?”
“Naturally,” the middle-aged man scoffed. “Otherwise, why do you think we would ambush you here?”
He spoke with deep implication, “Young Master Ling should be killed outright, and this girl can be taken back with her hands and feet tendons severed and her tongue cut out as a gift for the Xie Family.”
Jiang Ran was completely infuriated, “You’re looking for death!”
“So, it won’t be discovered,” Ying Zijin nodded, then turned to Jiang Ran, “You’re up.”
She quite liked the Ancient Martial World, without those high-tech methods and not so fast and fluid information, saving her a lot of trouble.
In some places far from the entry and exit points of the Ancient Martial World, ancient postal stations are still maintained, and sending messages is done by horseback.
Jiang Ran was dumbfounded, “No, Dad, I mean…”
His talent couldn’t exactly be described as good, but it couldn’t be classified as bad either.
If bad, the speed at which he condensed his Inner Strength was quite fast.
But if good, he had endured the torment of disordered Inner Strength for over a decade, which slowed his Cultivation progress.
However, ever since Ying Zijin had cured him, his training went back to normal, and his current Ancient Martial Cultivation was at twenty years.
He couldn’t compare to Ling Mianxi, that Little Witch was an aberration.
“Stop struggling,” the middle-aged man said with disdain. “My Cultivation isn’t high, but it’s been fifty years. Two juniors, do you think you’re so formidable?”
Ying Zijin raised her hand and pressed it against Jiang Ran’s shoulder.
Clutching two Golden Needles in her hand, she directly inserted them into his acupoints.
Jiang Ran’s body stiffened, filled with disbelief.
A surge of airflow burst through his meridians and acupoints, and in an instant, the Inner Strength within him soared.
Ying Zijin, with her arms crossed, said again, “Yeah, you go, just one person, don’t disgrace yourself.”