The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 841 - 666 master, vest layer upon layer [2 more updates]

The butler nodded, "According to the eldest lady’s instructions, everything is ready."

As early as the beginning of the year, Xie Nian had already devised a plan against Ling Mianxi.

Xie Nian’s eyes darkened a bit, "Right, what about the Martial Arts Alliance?"

Cheng Yuan, that old man, didn’t hold back at all, making her lie in bed for almost two months.

If Xie Huanran wasn’t in closed-door cultivation, how could she have suffered such humiliation?

"Eldest lady, Alliance Leader Cheng Yuan is not in the Martial Arts Alliance, nor in any city of the Ancient Martial World," the butler said, "News from the Martial Arts Alliance says Cheng Yuan went to find his master a little over a month ago and hasn’t returned from the uninhabited area."

He smiled, "Besides, he has no ties with the Ling Family."

"His master?" Xie Nian frowned, "Who?"

Cheng Yuan’s cultivation is already very high, so his master must be even stronger, right?

"We don’t know yet. The Martial Arts Alliance is keeping it a closely guarded secret," the butler shook his head, "But I speculate that Cheng Yuan’s master is probably dead, otherwise, why would he go to look for him?"

Given Cheng Yuan’s age, he is already considered quite senior among ancient martial artists.

If Cheng Yuan’s ancient martial cultivation cannot break through to a higher level, he’s destined to fall in another decade or so.

And Xie Huanran is even older.

So the Xie family is very worried about his current closed-door cultivation.

If Xie Huanran fails and dies, the Xie family, with its current style, will likely be condemned by the entire Ancient Martial World.

But if Xie Huanran succeeds, the entire Ancient Martial World will be under the Xie family’s control.

No one will be able to stop them.

"Right, I think his master is probably already dead," Xie Nian snorted softly, coldly smiling, "Yue Fuyi is also in closed-door cultivation. This time, I want to see how Ling Mianxi can escape."

What Xie Nian wants, she will get.

**

Over on Ying Zijin’s side.

Fu Yunshen parted ways with her at the airport.

She took Sinai and boarded another helicopter heading to IBI headquarters.

"I’ll leave you at IBI," Ying Zijin took the modified computer Sinai handed her, "There’s the most comprehensive information database. As long as your niece was born in the Seven Continents and Four Oceans, even if she’s undocumented, the IBI database will have records."

She paused, then said plainly, "But, with just those few characteristics you have, even if you look for another ten years, you won’t find her."

"I’ve already searched for ten years, a few more decades won’t make much difference," Sinai’s eyes turned red, and she said in a low voice, "I’m just afraid my sister-in-law won’t hold on until then."

"Hmm," Ying Zijin nodded, "I’ll take a look at your sister-in-law after I get into the city."

Sinai nodded and began assembling a phone.

Ying Zijin leaned against the window and closed her eyes to rest.

An hour later, as if sensing something, she suddenly opened her eyes.

"What’s wrong?" Sinai looked over, "Are we there yet?"

"No," Ying Zijin shook her head and picked up the phone to make a call.

On the other end, she directly said, "Mianxi, you might be in danger in the next two days, be careful, it’s best not to go out."

"Huh? Danger?" Ling Mianxi was taken aback, "I was planning to go to the War-Torn Region to help the day after tomorrow. Facing danger there is quite normal."

Ying Zijin frowned, "You want to go to the War-Torn Region?"

"IBI is short on staff, I was going to help out," Ling Mianxi said, "I don’t have anything else going on right now anyway."

Ying Zijin raised her hand to cover her eyes, then looked again.

Still blurry.

Ling Mianxi’s future was completely blurry.

There were only two possibilities.

One was that her divine calculation ability wasn’t strong enough to fully predict it.

The other was that Ling Mianxi was too closely associated with her; she could sense Ling Mianxi’s danger but couldn’t see what the specific danger was.

Ying Zijin pressed her temples.

The first possibility was unlikely; she could already see all kinds of natural disasters within the next six months in the Seven Continents and Four Oceans.

Whether it was earthquakes or tsunamis, she could clearly predict the number of casualties.

But the second possibility?

She had no blood relation with Ling Mianxi, unlike her deep connection with Fu Yunshen.

Ying Zijin silently looked at her own hand, her fingers slowly curling.

How many of her memories and powers had her lost heart taken away?

Ling Mianxi spoke, "Ah Ying?"

"If you’re going to the War-Torn Region, I’ll go with you," Ying Zijin came back to her senses, her voice steady, "Let me send IBI’s Air Fleet over, I’ll come to the capital to find you. Until then, stay at home and don’t go out."

"Okay," Ling Mianxi agreed straightforwardly, "Xiao Ranran says you’re a fortuneteller, sometimes mysterious, but I’ll listen to you, I’ll wait for you."

**

Four hours later.

IBI headquarters.

Many international criminals were held here.

It was after working hours, and aside from inspectors, agents, and special agents who were running around, administrative staff were coming and going.

Ying Zijin and Sinai attracted a lot of attention.

After all, the combination of a girl and a little kid didn’t fit the IBI’s swift and decisive style.

The receptionist was a bit surprised but still took out a notebook, asking with concern, "Miss, are you seeking help? Please tell us what difficulties you’re facing, and we’ll help you as quickly as possible."

Sometimes residents would indeed come directly to the IBI building seeking protection.

"No need," Ying Zijin took out her ID and placed it on the desk, "I need to see Anthony."

The ID had her name and photo.

In the lower right corner, there was a large red "S."

S-level agent!

This was the same rank as Deputy Director Dai Ya.

The receptionist’s hand trembled, and she immediately saluted, "Officer."

There were quite a few Eastern faces in the IBI, but a girl as young as Ying Zijin being S-level was unprecedented.

Finishing the salute, the receptionist immediately started checking files, "Officer, Commander Anthony and the Director are all in the meeting room on the seventy-eighth floor. I’ll connect you right away."

Ying Zijin nodded slightly, "Thank you."

After the receptionist made the call, she respectfully said, "S2 elevator is ready."

Ying Zijin took the access card and led Sinai to the elevator.

Sinai looked around the IBI headquarters building, full of curiosity.

The elevator stopped with a "ding."

Ying Zijin patted Sinai’s head, "Wait here, don’t run around."

She entered the password and pushed the door open.

This war had erupted suddenly, and IBI’s top officials were holding an emergency meeting.

The girl’s arrival abruptly interrupted the meeting.

Except for Li Xini, it was the first time for the others to see Ying Zijin’s true face.

Anthony had only seen her wearing a mask last time.

There was a moment of silence in the meeting room.

"Anthony, the officer has an order," Ying Zijin took out the hand command, "You are to lead the Air Fleet to the War-Torn Region for support immediately."

"Yes!" Anthony snapped back to attention, "I’ll go right away!"

In his mind, he was in awe.

He had wondered what the face behind the mask looked like.

But such beauty was beyond imagination.

Li Xini also nodded, "It seems the officer already has a strategy. Anthony, go with Miss Ying; we’ll discuss the other matters."

Anthony, eager and ready for action, couldn’t wait.

But at that moment, a cold female voice sounded.

"What right do you have to order IBI’s Air Fleet Commander?"

On the left side of the conference table, there was a woman in her forties, dressed in black tight-fitting agent gear, with typical Eastern features.

Anthony turned his head, frowning, "Ms. Bai Xiang, this is the officer’s command."

"I’m not defying his order; I agree that you should lead the Air Fleet for support," Bai Xiang raised her head and stared directly at the girl, "I’m just asking, what qualifications do you have to issue orders on his behalf?"

Li Xini also frowned, "Ms. Bai Xiang, you—"

Bai Xiang was the only SS-level female agent in IBI, and she had been in her position even before Fu Yunshen took over IBI.

Her seniority and age were higher than theirs.

They usually treated her with great respect.

After all, it was Bai Xiang who had supported IBI during the early 21st century.

"I watched how he secured control over IBI. He is an excellent young man and shouldn’t be constrained by personal feelings," Bai Xiang’s voice was calm, "If one day, there is a war and you are in trouble, would he save you or protect other civilians?"

No one expected the atmosphere to suddenly become so tense.

"Ms. Bai Xiang, are you saying the officer can’t save both?" Anthony chuckled in anger, "Why must it be an either-or situation?"

"Just stating the truth, many things in this world can’t satisfy both ends," Bai Xiang stood up, her face stern, "I want to see what you are capable of, that makes him so confident in letting you issue commands."

Ying Zijin’s emotions remained stable, and she raised an eyebrow with interest, "So?"

Bai Xiang said calmly, "Defeat me, and you can command IBI as you wish."

She flexed her wrists, "What, afraid to come?"

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