The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 390 - 369 Things you cant get the big shot can do it
Chapter 390: 369 Things you can’t get, the big shot can do it easily [1 update]_2
Chapter 390: 369 Things you can’t get, the big shot can do it easily [1 update]_2
Nie Chao was surprised and delighted, “Boss, you’re being too polite.”
“Don’t mention it.” Ying Zijin didn’t look up, “It’s just a side thing.”
This was the Snow Ganoderma she had purchased at the auction last time, combined with the other ingredients she had got a bounty for on the NOK forum, all crafted into medicine.
After her last visit to Norton University, she brought back her old medicine furnace.
The furnace was delicately made by her, not very large, and portable.
It could also perfectly preserve all the potency of the medicine during the crafting process, without any leakage.
If it were the furnaces used by those in the Ancient medical field, they could make at most six pills at a time, but her furnace could produce twelve pills at once.
Just enough to go around.
Ying Zijin took out an even more exquisite and larger box from her backpack and handed it to Fu Yunshen, “Yours.”
Nie Chao looked at his own box, then at Fu Yunshen’s, “…”
Fuck, his dog eyes must be going blind!
Unlike Nie Chao.
As soon as he received the box, Fu Yunshen could guess what was inside.
Because this box was the kind specifically used by Ancient Medicine practitioners.
His eyes grew heavy, “Yaoyao, don’t craft if it’s not necessary.”
Ordinary ones that prolong life or nourish blood and qi are fine.
But like the Beautifying Pill, and pills that could enhance the strength of ancient martial artists, they all depleted vitality.
Just like fortune telling, what goes around comes around.
To gain something, one must pay a certain price.
Ying Zijin lifted her eyes, lazily looking at him, “I know my limits, I cherish my life too much, and besides, I’m more skilled than they are, these can’t harm me.”
Fu Yunshen ruffled her hair, “Still, try to craft less.”
Feeling aggrieved, Nie Chao put away his box and suddenly spoke up, “Boss, I have something to say to you, you might not know this, but The Seventh Young Master he—”
Before he could finish, his voice suddenly cut off, unable to utter another word.
Nie Chao was confused.
What happened?
Ying Zijin’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Nie Chao, “What’s wrong with him?”
“There is something, related to Nie Yi.” Fu Yunshen rose unhurriedly, placing his hand on Nie Chao’s shoulder, “I’ll go outside and talk with him.”
Ying Zijin nodded and then turned her attention back to the TV.
Once they were outside, Nie Chao suddenly found he could speak again, and he exclaimed in alarm, “Holy shit, The Seventh Young Master, this is spooky, I thought I’d gone mute for a second.”
Fu Yunshen, with one hand in his pocket, commented lightly, “Mmhmm, I remotely sealed your mute acupoint.”
Otherwise, who knows what nonsense this silly goofy dog might blurt out.
“The Seventh Young Master, quit kidding around,” Nie Chao grumbled, “You’ve been reading too many martial arts novels, haven’t you?”
The martial artists he read about in books weren’t this miraculous.
“Let’s not talk about that. If you dare say one word in front of her—” Fu Yunshen patted his collar lightly, his smile not quite reaching his eyes, “I’ll send you to the Seventh Special Zone.”
Nie Chao immediately shuddered and screamed, “Are you even human?”
Of course, he had heard of the Seventh Special Zone.
The Seventh Special Zone was a special area on the northernmost edge of O continent, with a frigid climate.
Prospective members of the Yi Character Team trained there.
Only those who passed the training could become official team members.
Nie Chao was fortunate enough to have visited once with Nie Yi and had been truly terrified to the point of being incontinent.
The Seventh Special Zone wasn’t just full of elite mercenaries and agents; there were many wild beasts as well.
However, the Seventh Special Zone was actually the exclusive training base of IBI.
“So, behave yourself, don’t talk out of turn,” Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes lifted playfully, “and I won’t do anything.”
“I know, I know,” Nie Chao immediately covered his mouth, “I won’t say anything.”
He truly believed that Fu Yunshen was capable of anything.
The two re-entered the room.
Ying Zijin looked up again, her gaze landing on Nie Chao.
Nie Chao instantly raised his hand, “Boss, I just wanted to tell you about the fights The Seventh Young Master and my brother used to have, and then The Seventh Young Master told me to behave and not talk carelessly.”
Ying Zijin turned her gaze to Fu Yunshen.
Fu Yunshen, with a raised eyebrow, spoke in a relaxed tone, “Yep, that’s right.”
Ying Zijin lowered her head.
See, even men are teasing her.
In this world, there’s probably nothing she can’t coax.
**
Nie Chao was quickly chased out of the hotel.
He didn’t want to be the third wheel, so he headed home in the cold wind with the box Ying Zijin had given him.
Only after entering the yard did he carefully open the box.
Inside was a plump blue-and-white pill, emitting a faint fragrance that was refreshing and invigorating.
Nie Chao, walking inside with the box, pinched the pill and prepared to eat it.
What surprised him was that at this time, there were still outsiders at the Nie family’s old house.
It was a middle-aged man, tall and upright, with a sharpness about him as if he walked on the edge of a knife year-round.
Nie Chao sensed something was amiss and promptly put the pill back into the box and quickly pocketed it.
But even that brief ten seconds or so was enough for the middle-aged man to notice.
In an instant, his gaze locked onto Nie Chao’s pocket, piercing like a torch, almost tangible.
“Young Master Nie, this is—”
“Just a Candy Bean.” Nie Chao frowned and took a step back, “What about it?”
The middle-aged man stepped forward, about to say something more, when.
From behind, Old Master Nie’s voice, slightly hoarse, authoritatively rang out, “Steward Lin, this is the Nie family.”
Steward Lin looked at Nie Chao thoughtfully, nodded, and did not say anything more before leaving.
“Grandfather.” Nie Chao walked over, “Who was that?”
Old Master Nie waved his hand, “Go back to your studies, you’ll find out in time.”
At first, Old Master Nie had trained Nie Yi to be the successor and had even sent him to train in the Ancient Martial World.
As for Nie Chao, he simply hoped the boy could grow up safely.
But what Old Master Nie had not accounted for was just how outstanding Nie Yi was, inheriting the Yi Character Team.
Nie Chao was different from Nie Yi.
The matters of the Ancient Medical Field and the Ancient Martial World, he didn’t plan to let Nie Chao know just yet.
The kid was prone to collapsing, he needed some mental preparation.
Nie Chao scratched his head and went upstairs.
Only then did he open the box again, ate the pill in one bite, and savored it, “It seems to taste like blueberries.”
Nie Chao put the box in his drawer and locked it.
Drowsiness overcame him, and he had planned to sleep.
But recalling the middle-aged man’s odd look, Nie Chao perked up again and sent a message to Nie Yi.
[Bro, does the Yi Character Team have a temporary squad? Let me borrow it for a while.]
A few minutes later, Nie Yi replied.
[Okay, come tomorrow.]
**
Meanwhile, after leaving the Nie family, Steward Lin set off back to the Ancient Martial World.
He first went to pay a visit to Lin Jinyun, the Lin Family Head, mentioned some affairs regarding the Nie and Mu families, and then went to see Lin Qingjia.
Lin Qingjia had just finished treating an ancient martial artist of the Lin family and still had blood on her hands.
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She didn’t mind and began to wash them off.
Steward Lin approached, lowered his voice to ensure no one else could hear, “Miss Qingjia, I smelled a faint fragrance in the Nie home, it’s quite miraculous; I could feel my bottleneck loosening.”
“I asked, but they probably don’t know themselves, they even called it a Candy Bean.”
Steward Lin’s Inner Strength hadn’t improved for a long time, stuck at one point.
He had tried medicines from the Ancient Medical Field before, but to no avail.
Yet today, he had merely smelled the fragrance of the medicine in the Nie household and already felt such an effect.
Steward Lin dared not imagine what would happen if he actually took that pill.
Lin Qingjia’s expression froze, then grew more serious, “Which family from the Ancient Medical Field has connections with the Nie family?”
“The Meng Family as well.” Steward Lin said, “But it shouldn’t be the Meng family; the pills refined by Miss Meng aren’t that potent.”
In the Ancient Medical Field, the Meng Family has the most contact with common family clans, but that’s only the youngest generation.
The rest of the ancient physicians simply disdain treating mortals, let alone providing them with medicine.
