The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Thus, Alchemy also pushed forward the development of chemistry.

However, the emergence of modern chemistry contradicted Alchemy, but that’s not the case.

The true Alchemy simply never revealed itself to the common folk.

Alchemists pursued not only Turning Stone into Gold but also Panacea, also known as the Elixir of Immortality.

It bears a striking resemblance to the Alchemy rumored during the Dynastic Era.

But so much time has passed, and even with the forces of both the Alchemy world and the Ancient medical field combined, they still can’t achieve true immortality.

At most, they can develop human potential to the limit and prolong life.

Poison Masters, however, are stronger than both Alchemists and practitioners of Ancient Medicine.

Because Poison Masters can heal as well as kill.

And the poison of a Poison Master may not necessarily be something Alchemists and practitioners of Ancient Medicine can cure.

Any Poison Master who makes the Ranking, even just Number One Hundred, will be recruited by major international powers.

The Poison Master Ranking carries more weight than the Gun God Ranking.

“No.” Ying Zijin slowly tore open the chocolate wrapper, rarely contradicting, “Number One on the Poison Master Ranking, is not an old man.”

After a pause, she added, “He’s quite handsome, but his temper has worsened recently.”

Di Wu Yue: “???”

“That’s impossible, right?” Di Wu Yue was bewildered, “During my grandfather’s time, Number One on the Poison Master Ranking never changed, no name, no code, and so many years have passed, how can they be good-looking?”

Poison Masters, since they test medicines on their own bodies, mostly look neither human nor ghost.

The old man she had seen had half of his face completely necrotic.

And yet he didn’t care about his appearance, didn’t even bother to wear a mask to avoid frightening children.

When she saw him, she couldn’t handle it and fainted.

After waking up, she still vomited three more times.

“Mmm.” Ying Zijin nonchalantly agreed, “It has indeed been many years.”

After the establishment of the Hidden Alliance, the Poison Master Ranking was the first list.

She just did it for fun, didn’t tell the other three, and then, unintentionally, she made the Ranking.

And she had only left Earth, not died.

So, unless someone could create a more potent poison or solve hers, the first place on the Poison Master Ranking would not change.

Ying Zijin held her head.

If it weren’t brought up, she almost forgot she still had such a mess on her hands.

But the fact that she’s Number One on the Poison Master Ranking, even 10, doesn’t know it, which is quite convenient.

“Hey, never mind.” Di Wu Yue was carefree, “Whether the top dog on the Ranking is male or female, old or young, what does it have to do with me? I can’t even afford food, let alone meet the top dog.”

After speaking, she handed the three tickets she held to the ticket inspector at the entrance of the building.

The competition among Sharpshooters is at the very top of the building.

To prevent these Sharpshooters from getting too excited and shooting randomly, damaging other equipment.

However, no Sharpshooter truly dares to misbehave here; the overall power of the Hidden Alliance is yet to be fully understood by any hunter.

Ying Zijin walked inside while answering a WeChat voice call from Elder Zhong.

“Zijin, there’s something.” Master Zhong’s voice sank, “Tianlv knows about your identity… but he’s different from those two people; he genuinely wants to make amends.”

“He said that after you finish your trip and come back, he wants to hold a banquet in Shanghai City to confirm your identity.”

Originally, when he found out that Ying Zijin was actually his biological granddaughter, he wanted to do this.

But the Ying Family wouldn’t allow it.

They denied parentage tests and refused to acknowledge it outright.

There were also some people in the Zhong Family who were coveting, making him powerless to act.

But it was different with Ying Tianlv—they could definitely prove it.

“No need, Grandfather, I don’t require that,” Ying Zijin’s voice was very faint, “but thank him for me all the same.”

**

Zhong Family’s old house.

Old Master Zhong had his phone on speaker, and Ying Tianlv was right beside him, naturally, he heard everything.

He wanted to pick up the phone but before he could say anything, the call had already been disconnected.

Ying Tianlv gazed blankly at the table.

After a long while, he finally let out two words in a self-mocking tone, “Too late.”

It was he who was too late.

The damage had already been done, irreparable.

He only hated that he was also a child at the time, powerless to do anything.

If it had been him, he would never have given up searching for Ying Zijin, nor would he have let another person take her place.

But by the time he had the ability to do something, it was already too late to turn back.

“Tianlv, Zijin knows you meant well,” sighed Old Master Zhong, trying to comfort him, “She also thanks you. If you can’t be siblings, you won’t be enemies either.”

Ying Tianlv pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back in the sofa, tilting his head back, “Grandfather, can I stay here for a while recently?”

He couldn’t calm down; at the Ying Family, he didn’t want to see anyone.

If he were to return to his private apartment, he couldn’t guarantee that Ying Yuexuan wouldn’t run over to find him.

But now, he really couldn’t muster much affection for her, preferring to keep his distance.

“You stay,” Old Master Zhong knew it would take him some time to get over it too and nodded, “If there’s anything you need, just order the servants.”

Ying Tianlv looked at the ceiling for a good while, then as if remembering something, he turned, “Grandfather, do you have any photos of Zijin?”

“Yes, why?”

“Give me a few. I’ll print them out, use one as a screensaver too.”

“You wish.”

Ying Tianlv paused, his eyebrows raised in absurdity, “Grandfather, what did you say?”

“I said you wish,” Old Master Zhong snorted coldly, “My expertly retouched photos, why should I let you use them as a screensaver?”

“…”

Ying Tianlv then remembered, Old Master Zhong was also a vlogger.

His video editing skills were superb, capable of seamlessly piecing together people from different videos.

“Fine.” To get the photos of his sister, Ying Tianlv gave in to the evil power, “What should I do then?”

“Owe me one, we’ll talk later.” Old Master Zhong waved his hand, sending over the photos he had prepared.

Most of these photos were from concerts, with some everyday shots.

The girl, with bare face and light lips, had eyes bright as snow.

Even just in profile, her beauty was breathtaking.

As Ying Tianlv kept looking, the corners of his eyes gradually reddened, and his throat felt painfully dry.

Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, he smiled, “My sister is really beautiful.”

Old Master Zhong cut him off coldly and unfeelingly, “That’s my granddaughter.”

“…”

Ying Tianlv expressionlessly turned off his phone, picked up his black suit jacket, and went upstairs.

He had also lived here when he was a child; the old house had many rooms, so one had always been kept for him, convenient for whenever he might come back.

The arrangement inside the room hadn’t changed, still the same old look.

Ying Tianlv propped one hand against a bookshelf, checked the bank card number Old Master Zhong had given him, and then opened the mobile banking app.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he transferred all of his savings over the years to Ying Zijin.

**

Across the ocean.

There was a “ding” of a notification.

It was a deposit of thirty million.

Ying Zijin looked at the accompanying message, her gaze subtly shifted.

[Sister, perhaps I am not worthy of calling you that, but I still want to call out to you once.

I’m very sorry for not being there when you needed me the most, for not being able to protect you.

Brother doesn’t know what else he can do right now. This is all I have, please, please don’t send it back.]

Below signed, Ying Tianlv.

After a long moment, Ying Zijin let out a soft sigh.

Di Wu Yue heard her and turned her head, “Miss, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” Ying Zijin turned off the message, indifferently, “A bit of trouble, but not really.”

Her karma with Ying Tianlv didn’t mean she’d be entangled with the Ying Family.

“What trouble?” Di Wu Yue scratched her head, “Is there any way I can help?”

“No need,” Ying Zijin looked up, “Let’s go in and watch the contest first.”

The three of them entered and took the elevator straight to the top floor.

There were other people in the elevator as well.

Ying Zijin disliked being too close to strangers, so she stood in the corner of the elevator.

But with her keen hearing, she didn’t need to distance herself too much to overhear a conversation.

“Miss, the Number One Poison Master has agreed to meet us, but it requires you to bring the Calming Flower to her.”