Feng Xiu, the number one ancient warrior, no one knew his real age anymore.
This was because the Ancient Martial Artists of the same generation as him had long turned into a pile of dirt.
The Xie family's ancestor was also a few decades younger than Feng Xiu.
How old was Ying Zijin this year?
Feng Xiu didn't have any descendants, and the Feng family didn't exist in the ancient martial arts world.
These two people had nothing to do with each other.
"Also, it's all your fault. Why did you run into the judicial hall when you kidnapped her?" The Xie family head scolded. "Now the judicial hall won't let the Xie family's ancient masters out."
Xie Xiu shut his mouth and didn't say anything.
"Alright, you two should stop talking." Madam Xie picked up the medicine. "Don't let the other factions laugh at you."
The Xie family head hissed in pain. "Where's Nian Nian? Did she go out to play? "
"She's at home." Madam Xie said. "She just did a cultivation test yesterday. Her ancient martial arts cultivation has reached 76 years."
The Xie family head was overjoyed. "Half-step ancient martial arts master?!"
Above 75 years of ancient martial arts cultivation, one was a half-step ancient martial arts master.
Xie Nian was only 24 years old this year!
No wonder she was the number one genius of the ancient martial arts world.
"Yes." Madam Xie smiled. "Nian Nian is really good. The Lin family's stepdaughter only has 60 years of ancient martial arts cultivation. She's too far behind."
The Xie family head was overjoyed. "Good, that's great. When I recover, I must hold a banquet for Nian Nian and invite everyone in the ancient martial arts world."
Lin Qingjia, Ying Zijin, they could only match Xie Nian.
**
Imperial Capital.
Ji family villa.
Ying Zijin came out of the shower in her nightgown, dripping water from her hair.
Fu Yunshen picked up a towel and began to dry her hair. He laughed lazily. "Girlfriend, are you flirting with me?"
Ying Zijin glanced at him. "I haven't started yet."
"Then don't move." Fu Yunshen paused. "I've never been good at restraining you. You'll be a beast in a while."
After he finished drying her hair, the two of them sat on the sofa and watched TV.
At this moment, his phone rang. It was a WeChat video call.
Fu Yunshen glanced at him. "Your son."
"You can answer it." Ying Zijin stood up. "I'm going to change my clothes."
Fu Yunshen nodded and answered the call.
His handsome face suddenly appeared on the screen, giving Jiang Ran a fright. "Fu, Seventh Young Master Fu?"
"Yes, it's me. Your father will be here in a moment."
Jiang Ran was shocked.
The f * ck?
What time is it now?
His father and Fu Yunshen were living together?
And he was still a lowly single dog.
The gap between people.
Ying Zijin had already changed her clothes. She took the phone and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Oh, oh, oh right. Papa YIng, look at me." Jiang Ran held the testing tool and showed it to her. "My ancient martial arts cultivation has reached 35 years. I just broke through not long ago."
Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows. This time, she was not perfunctory. "Not bad. You're pretty good. You're improving really fast."
"Sigh, I'm far from you. Papa YIng, how does it feel to be famous in the ancient martial arts world as a genius?"
"Boring."
"…"
Ying Zijin's name had indeed spread throughout the ancient martial arts world.
Many ancient martial artists did not know what she looked like, but they had heard of her name.
Jiang Ran hesitated for a moment. "Papa YIng, I have an arena promotion match this weekend. Can you come and watch?"
The guards of the Hall of Justice were also divided into levels.
Level one was the highest, and level five was the lowest.
Jiang Ran was now a level five guard.
To advance, he needed to participate in the arena.
The average age of a level four guard was above 60 years old. If Jiang Ran could successfully advance, he would be able to break the record of the Hall of Justice.
"Okay." Ying Zijin agreed. "I'll go and take a look."
"That's good, that's good." Jiang Ran rubbed his hands. "Papa YIng, bet on me winning. I'll definitely earn you a lot of money."
Fu Yunshen tilted his head and smiled. "Yaoyao, your son understands your thoughts."
This child was really filial.
"Seventh Young Master, you should come too." Jiang Ran coughed twice and lowered his voice. "Let me tell you. Many people in the ancient martial arts world want to marry my father. There are a few in our family. You have to declare your sovereignty."
Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids. "Wait, what should you call me?"
"I …" Jiang Ran opened his mouth and muttered softly, "I can't call you mother, right?"
Fu Yunshen raised his peach blossom eyes and glanced at him indifferently.
It was extremely oppressive.
When he met this gaze, Jiang Ran did not even think and blurted out, "Papa Fu."
"Good son."
Jiang Ran: "…"
F * ck, it's over.
If his father knew that he had another father, he would definitely beat him to death.
Jiang Ran seemed to have already seen Ling Zhonglou's kind smile.
"Since you're so obedient, I'll go with Papa YIng to see you." Fu Yunshen leaned on the sofa. "Perform well. There will be a reward if you advance. It's very generous."
Jiang Ran was stunned. "Why didn't I know that there would be a reward for advancing? The Hall of Justice didn't say anything. "
Fu Yunshen's expression was casual. "I'll give you a reward."
Jiang Ran: "…"
He thought that the Hall of Justice would reward him.
However, he was very happy that Fu Yunshen and Ying Zijin could come to watch him fight in the arena.
Jiang Ran hung up the phone and continued to practice martial arts.
**
Two days later.
The Hall of Justice.
The territory where the guards were located.
Jiang Ran was cultivating very seriously. Halfway through, he received a WeChat message from Ling Mianxi.
[Terrible Cousin]: Hey, Little Ran Ran, I'll pick you up tonight. What do you want to eat?
Jiang Ran was puzzled. He was wondering why Ling Mianxi would suddenly be so merciful.
Suddenly, his phone was pressed down by a hand. A contemptuous laugh sounded. "Yo, kid, you have a phone. Let me play with it."
Jiang Ran held his phone tightly and looked at the ancient martial artist in front of him vigilantly. "What do you want?"
He knew Qiao Dong.
Qiao Ting, who was fighting against him in the arena this weekend, was Qiao Dong's nephew.
Qiao Dong was a second-level guard in the Hall of Justice. He was eighty years old this year and was in the prime of his life among ancient martial artists. He had already cultivated for sixty years.
The Qiao family was also a medium-sized family in the ancient martial arts world. Their overall strength was not weaker than the Ling family.
"What do I want?" Qiao Dong smiled. "I want you to not be able to participate in the arena. I'll give you a choice. Do you want to withdraw yourself, or do you want me to get you out?"
Jiang Ran's expression turned cold. "You're dreaming."
"Kid with the surname Jiang, don't think that you can sit back and relax just because you've joined the guards." Qiao Dong's expression turned cold. "You're just a newcomer here. Don't you know how to respect your seniors?"
As he spoke, he clapped his hands and smiled. "You're not even twenty years old, but you've already cultivated for thirty-five years. How awesome."
Generally speaking, there was a standard for ancient martial artists who could be called "geniuses".
It was that their age could be less than five years apart from their ancient martial arts cultivation.
After all, most ancient martial artists only successfully condensed their inner strength when they were in their teens.
If they exceeded that, they would naturally be absolute geniuses.
However, Jiang Ran's talent had almost doubled.
A genius among geniuses.
But the most important thing was that his mother was not an ancient martial artist. How could he have such good ancient martial arts talent?
Originally, the medium-sized and above families in the ancient martial arts world did not take Jiang Ran seriously. He was not on the list of geniuses.
This was because they all knew that his inner strength was chaotic. How long he could live was still a problem.
Who knew that Jiang Ran would become normal and his ancient martial arts cultivation would increase rapidly?
"But so what?" Qiao Dong lifted Jiang Ran up. "Don't you still have to beg for mercy in my hands? If you have the ability, why don't you beat me? Oh right, you can beg me too. Beg. "
Jiang Ran gritted his teeth and did not say a word.
Seeing that he was unwilling to beg for mercy, Qiao Dong's eyes instantly darkened.
He grabbed Jiang Ran's hair and lifted him up, pressing him against the wall.
With a bang, Jiang Ran's head hit the wall.
The force was so great that cracks appeared on the wall.
Qiao Dong did not hold back and hit him again and again.
Blood flowed down Jiang Ran's head. It was a shocking sight.
Soon, he fell into a coma.
However, from the beginning to the end, he did not shout a single word.
Seeing this scene, another guard beside him stopped him. "Brother Dong, don't kill him. If you kill him, you will be punished."
It was fine for guards to spar, but it was not okay for a dead person to die.
Jiang Ran was a fourth-level guard, and his importance in the judicial hall was not as high as Qiao Dong's.
Not to mention, Qiao Dong knew the Left Protector.
"He won't die. Let's go. It's boring." Qiao Dong was disdainful. "He really can't take a beating. Bah, 35 years of ancient martial arts cultivation. In front of me, he is still a grandson."
He wanted to see how Jiang Ran would compete in the arena on the weekend.
**
At night.
Ling family.
Ying Zijin promised Jiang Ran to watch him compete in the arena and went a day earlier.
Unlike before, the atmosphere in the Ling family was very solemn.
Butler Ling ran out. His eyes were still red, but he still squeezed out a smile. "Miss Ying, why didn't you tell us that you were coming? We were not prepared."
Ying Zijin's eyes were as cold as water. "What's going on?"
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