Chapter 562: 498 Can Miss Lin, the great-great-grandchild of Emperor Ying, manage it? [1 more update]_2 Chapter 562: 498 Can Miss Lin, the great-great-grandchild of Emperor Ying, manage it? [1 more update]_2 Lin Qingjia and the Ancient Divine Doctor, on their trip to O continent, were also accompanied by only a team of bodyguards, who stood guard outside.

The Ancient Divine Doctor had high medical skills, but he completely lacked ancient martial arts; he didn’t have a trace of cultivation in him.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of the divisions within ancient martial cultivation.

The Ancient Divine Doctor’s expression finally changed, and he exclaimed in disbelief, “What?”

Ying Zijin gathered her black robe and, without a word, got up and walked straight towards the exit.

At this, even Evan and the middle-aged man became panicked.

Number One Poison Master!

They couldn’t fathom the temper of this big shot; what if they angered him and he left, only to later wave his hand and annihilate the Bevin Family?

The Bevin Family didn’t fear assassins, sharpshooters, or ancient martial artists, but they did fear poison masters and hypnotists–hunters capable of group attacks.

They were unstoppable.

“Sorry, it was our fault,” the middle-aged man hurriedly followed, his posture very humble, “Sir, please don’t take this to heart. They did not understand your strength, and the ignorant are not guilty.”

This sentence, fully conveyed through the simultaneous interpreter, entered the ears of the Ancient Divine Doctor. His face turned green with anger, but now he couldn’t say a word.

To wipe out an S-rank mercenary group single-handedly was as easy as flicking his fingers for him.

“Miss Lin, I never imagined my niece would actually be able to invite the Number One Poison Master,” the middle-aged man paused before turning to Lin Qingjia, his tone cautious, “If we cannot coexist peacefully with the Number One Poison Master, we can only…”

He left the rest of his sentence unsaid, but Lin Qingjia understood what it meant.

If anyone were to leave, it would be them, not the Number One Poison Master.

They were not worthy.

Lin Qingjia furrowed her brows, whispering lowly, “Ancient Divine Doctor, difficult illness.”

Their primary reason for coming here was to study the poison in the Head of Bevin Family’s body, while treating the Bevin Family’s illnesses was secondary.

The Ancient Divine Doctor had never suffered such humiliation before, yet he had no choice.

He could only suppress the fury in his heart, take a step back, and grit his teeth, “It was my fault, I apologize.”

But in the heart of the Ancient Divine Doctor, there was still scorn.

What poison master, were they stronger than their ancient medical ancestors?

Ying Zijin stopped in her tracks, turned her head, her voice cool and distant, “Just this once.”

These four words made the middle-aged man break out in a cold sweat as he then bowed apologetically, “Yes, definitely, there won’t be a second time. This way, please.”

Ying Zijin did not follow him, but walked shoulder-to-shoulder with Rita.

The middle-aged man felt somewhat embarrassed and also puzzled in his heart.

Why could Rita invite the Number One Poison Master?

Lin Qingjia pursed her lips and followed.

The Ancient Divine Doctor had a grim expression but had no choice but to step forward.

A group of people arrived at the Head of Bevin Family’s private ward.

The Head of Bevin Family lay on the bed, his face pale, with a breathing machine by his side.

Rita lowered her voice, “Your medicine is very effective; my father’s breathing has improved a lot.”

Ying Zijin gave a nod.

The middle-aged man bowed again, “Sir, please.”

Lin Qingjia’s expression became more solemn.

The Four Great Financial Groups and the Three Great Ancient Martial Families of O continent were equals, but in front of the Number One Poison Master, the middle-aged man could lower his stature so much.

It seemed they had indeed underestimated the hunters’ strength.

Ying Zijin sat down and did not use the Golden Needle, but simply pressed on a few acupuncture points of the Head of Bevin Family and then examined his facial features.

The Ancient Divine Doctor watched with a cold eye, silently sneering.

That’s it?

It was nothing more than the technique of an amateur.

To think of curing an illness?

He watched as the Number One Poison Master would, presumably, end up killing the patient.

At that moment, a cell phone ringtone rang out.

Rita looked up, her tone chilly, “Who didn’t silence their phone? Are you seeking death?”

“Sorry,” Lin Qingjia went outside the ward to answer the call, “Father, it’s me.”

Whatever Lin Jinyun said from the other end, Lin Qingjia’s expression changed, “Then…”

After a pause, she added, “Okay, once I’m done with business in O continent, I will come back as soon as possible. Please take good care of mother.”

She hung up the call, her lips pressed tightly together.

**
At this time.

In the Ancient Martial World, the Lin Family.

Lin Jinyun looked at An Roujin, who was hugging her legs and trembling non-stop on the bed, and took a deep breath, “I told you to protect the lady properly. What have you been doing?”

Two guards knelt on the ground, terrified, “Master, please spare our lives.”

It was useless to say that An Roujin had intentionally sent them away.

Failure to protect was still a failure to protect.

“The rules of the Lin Family must not be violated.” Lin Jinyun said indifferently, “Cripple your cultivation and leave.”

The two guards’ faces turned ashen, their bodies trembling.

Their cultivation had been over fifty years, and reaching this point had not been easy.

But there was no other way.

Lin Jinyun wanted to speak with An Roujin, but she was just murmuring to herself, facing the corner of the wall, with her expression alternating between terror and madness.

She indeed resembled a lunatic.

He reached out his hand, but ultimately gave up.

The Great Elder had sent someone to summon him.

Lin Jinyun followed the guard to him.

“Jinyun, here is a list of ladies from major clans.” The Great Elder placed a register in front of him. “Take a look and see if there is anyone you like. We should send a dowry and propose marriage as soon as possible.”

He had originally allowed Lin Jinyun to marry An Roujin because they wanted Lin Qingjia to become one of their own in the Lin Family.

Apart from her face, there was nothing about An Roujin that deserved the position of Matriarch of the Lin Family.

But beauty is the lowest-level existence in the Ancient Martial World.

With strength, it’s easily obtainable.

Now that An Roujin had turned into this insane state, wasn’t it time to divorce her?

“Great Elder.” Lin Jinyun’s expression darkened, “You’re pushing too hard. This will disillusion Qingjia. She has made many contributions to the Lin Family; is this how you treat her mother?”

Hearing this, the Great Elder indeed fell silent.

After a long pause, he said indifferently, “Then we’ll wait for Qingjia to return before we discuss it further.”

The Great Elder was pleased to see An Roujin in this state; he had long wanted to replace the Matriarch of the Lin Family.

Serves her right.

Who knew who had done this, resolving a major worry for the Lin Family.

Lin Jinyun stood up, “Jinyun seeks leave.”

After leaving the Great Elder’s house, Lin Jinyun’s expression was icy as he summoned a team of guards, “Investigate. Find out who hurt the lady. Once you find out, bring them back immediately.”

This was clearly a slap in the face of the Lin Family; they absolutely could not let this go.

The Lin Family did not stir up trouble; they focused on development, but which ancient martial artist didn’t have blood on their hands?

The guards saluted, “Yes, Master.”

**
Over at Bevin Castle.

Five minutes later, Ying Zijin finished the examination.

Indeed.

It was just as she had predicted–the poison that the Head of Bevin Family had been afflicted with bore a striking resemblance to the poison that Old Master Fu had suffered from.

Most likely, they both were products of alchemy.

Ying Zijin pondered for a moment, then listed several ingredients, “These.”

Rita immediately took note, “I’ll go purchase them.”

The Ancient Divine Doctor was about to say that these items were hardly medicinal ingredients, but upon catching Rita’s cold gaze, he swallowed his words.

“Head of Taylor Family, we would also like to examine the Head of Bevin Family’s condition,” Lin Qingjia said. “Of course, it’s up to you who treats him.”

Rita scoffed lightly upon hearing this, “Then you would also have to be capable of treating him.”

“How could we not be?” the Ancient Divine Doctor touched his beard, still arrogant, “I am a disciple of Master Yuxuan.”

People on the O continent had limited knowledge of the Ancient medical field; they knew mostly only the current state of affairs, having no idea about the ancestral generations.

So when this name was mentioned, the members of the Taylor and Bevin Families were quite clueless.

Lin Qingjia smiled and helped explain, “My master and the Ancient Divine Doctor are both disciples of the Ancestor Yuxuan, who was, in turn, a disciple of the Ancestor of the Foo Family.”

“The Ancestor of the Foo Family is the foremost figure in Ancient Medicine, but he hasn’t appeared for a very long time.”

The middle-aged man finally had a realization, “Then Miss Lin is indeed formidable, to have such an impressive lineage.”

Ying Zijin looked up, giving the Ancient Divine Doctor another glance, contemplative.

Could this be… her third-generation disciple?