Chapter 675: 565 A slap was sent out, Emperor Ying showed his power [1 more update]
The middle-aged man had lived for over a hundred years. It was true that in the lifespan of an ancient martial artist, he was still in his prime, but he had indeed lived a long time.
What he could not stand the most was the younger generation’s arrogance and complete disregard for decorum. As soon as they possessed a little talent, they became insufferably proud.
Had they lost all understanding of hierarchy and respect for their elders?
They had been blinded by the gaudy temptations of the Secular World.
In the Ancient Martial World, the larger the clan, the greater their disdain and rejection of the Secular World.
This was because these clans had lived in the Ancient Martial World for a long time, never venturing out.
Ying Zijin spoke indifferently, “Elderly man, remember to prepare a coffin. You never know when your time will come.”
The middle-aged man’s face darkened, “What did you say?!”
“Ladies and gentlemen, if Miss Qingxue and Young Master Foo Chen are both capable of refining medicine, why do you insist on seeking out Miss Ying?” Ye Ling couldn’t help but speak up, “To despise her and yet seek her out, do you have…”
The middle-aged man swept a cold glare over her, aggressively interrupting, “Is it your place to speak?”
His inner strength surged forth, the momentum pressing towards Ye Ling.
Ye Ling’s complexion turned instantly pale, and her body wavered.
Because she also had a talent for Ancient Medicine, as a “waste material” who practiced both Ancient Medicine and ancient martial arts, her Ancient Martial Cultivation was not high—less than ten years.
Even if the middle-aged man only used his presence to deliberately oppress Ye Ling, he could seriously injure her.
Ying Zijin placed a hand on Ye Ling’s shoulder and spoke again, “No refining, get out.”
The middle-aged man finally changed his complexion, sneering as he retorted, “You say no refining, and we’re supposed to accept that?”
As he spoke, he reached out his hand, directly grabbing for the girl’s shoulder.
A furious shout suddenly erupted, accompanied by internal energy from a distance.
A fierce gust swept through, the middle-aged man’s hand hadn’t even touched Ying Zijin’s clothes before the wind toppled him over; with a “bang,” his face smashed into the ground.
Ye Changkong stood in front, his beard fluttering.
The middle-aged man spat out blood and struggled to raise his head, his expression immediately changing, “An Ancient Martial Grandmaster?!”
The Ye Family was such a small clan, yet they had an Ancient Martial Grandmaster?
If they had an Ancient Martial Grandmaster, why were they still staying in such a small place?
According to the rules, once a family produced an Ancient Martial Grandmaster, they could register at the Judicial Hall and be allocated certain resources.
With an Ancient Martial Grandmaster, the Ye Family could have a larger territory.
The exact size of the Ancient Martial World had never been officially surveyed.
At a conservative estimate, it spanned at least 6 million square kilometers, two-thirds of Hua Country.
Yet, the population of the Ancient Martial World was less than one hundred million.
The Xu Family had many Ancient Martial Grandmasters. Excluding ancestors who had withdrawn from the world, there were at least ten.
The Elders Council of the Xu Family consisted of five elders, all of whom were Ancient Martial Grandmasters.
But the problem was that only two of them supported the current patriarch of the Xu Family.
Two others supported a different faction.
One remained neutral.
This prevented them from deploying an Ancient Martial Grandmaster.
The Xu Family had more than a thousand members, rife with internal strife.
The sudden illness of the Xu Family patriarch was also the result of foul play within the family.
With several other groups in play, they truly couldn’t invite Foo Chen and Meng Qingxue.
They had to settle for the next best thing and come here to find Ying Zijin.
Ye Changkong scoffed, “Didn’t you hear Miss Ying? She said she won’t refine it!”
This shout also carried his inner strength.
The middle-aged man’s ears bled from the impact, ringing incessantly.
Ye Changkong raised his hand, his inner strength unfurled, and sent the middle-aged man flying with a slap.
With a cultivation of just over sixty years, the Ancient Martial Grandmaster’s slap left him critically injured in an instant.
He violently coughed up a mouthful of blood, mixed with pieces of his internal organs, unable to utter a single word, fainting on the spot.
The other guards who had come along hadn’t even reacted before they too were sent flying one after another by Ye Changkong.
“Miss Ying saved my Ye Family, naturally, we must stand by Miss Ying,” said Ye Changkong as he clasped his fists in a gesture of shame, “I am truly embarrassed, Miss Ying. People from the Ancient Martial World can be quite unreasonable.”
“Now that you’ve shown your ability, it’s indeed dangerous. Perhaps you should seek shelter outside?”
People were reluctant to offend Ancient Medicine practitioners, but that was based on them having strong backgrounds.
For example, Meng Qingxue, Foo Chen, and the Young Master of the Pill Alliance.
Some of the more ruthless families in the Ancient Martial World might even imprison an Ancient Medicine practitioner to refine medicine exclusively for them.
The Xie Family had done such things, although there was no conclusive evidence.
After a moment’s consideration, Ying Zijin took out several Omamori and handed them to the people of the Ye Family, “Take these.”
Smelling the faint fragrance, Ye Ling finally took a breath, “Miss Ying, what are these?”