The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 445 - 406 Poison Master how does God Ying compare to

Chapter 445: 406 Poison Master, how does God Ying compare to Irina? [2 more]

Chapter 445: 406 Poison Master, how does God Ying compare to Irina? [2 more]

“Alright,” Job said, without much surprise. Bowing, he added, “I will see to it at once, please rest assured, master.”

Xize lay lazily on the bed, his eyes sharp as knives, “There’s no need to say more about family matters, just make sure certain restless members stay in line.”

His absence didn’t mean there could be changes within the Lorentz family.

Job nodded again, completed his respectful bow, and then left the room.

Xize ran his fingers through his brilliant, gold-like hair.

The only thing he had in common with Norton was probably being too high-profile.

But Norton was crazier than him, or else he wouldn’t have named a university after himself and insisted on making it the number one in the world.

It was too embarrassing; he couldn’t do it.

Xize clicked his tongue, “Forgot something.”

He should have his boss use the Tarot Cards to calculate his romantic chances.

**

In O Continent, University Town.

After resolving the matters with the laboratory investment, Ying Zijin went downstairs.

The international final contest’s drawing was tomorrow, and inevitably, all the contestants were nervous.

If they drew a team match, it was better; at least they could cooperate and make up for each other’s shortcomings.

In an individual match, if someone got too anxious and couldn’t answer, it would be like a public execution under the global live broadcast.

Even the contestants from Yilan Public School and those within the top ten of the online competitions weren’t exceptions.

Of course, except for Irina.

She, on the contrary, didn’t want to participate in a team match.

Irina had made her stance clear; she didn’t want anyone dragging her down.

Ying Zijin didn’t pay attention to these matters. It was Teng Yunmeng who told her about them.

The two sat in the living room on the first floor.

Teng Yunmeng asked, “Zijin, do you want to participate in the team match or the individual match?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Ying Zijin replied as she tore open a sugar packet and poured it into her coffee, “Both are the same.”

“That’s not true, is it?” Feng Yue chimed in as he entered from outside, holding an amulet in his hand, “God Ying, whether it’s a team or individual match, you’ll sweep the field regardless.”

At this remark, Teng Yunmeng jumped, “Feng Yue, don’t say such things just yet; Irina has many admirers. Don’t stir up trouble for Zijin.”

Feng Yue scratched his head, “Got it.”

After speaking, he prepared to go upstairs.

Ying Zijin, eyeing the amulet in Feng Yue’s hand, suddenly spoke, “Feng Yue.”

“Ah—?” Feng Yue immediately stopped, his expression serious. “God Ying, just give the order, I’d go through fire and water for you.”

If it weren’t for Ying Zijin making those people from Yilan Engineering lose face at the research base’s entrance a few days ago, who knows how much longer they would have been mocked and oppressed.

Ying Zijin pointed to the amulet and nodded, “The one in your hand, let me have a look.”

“This?” Feng Yue was dumbfounded for a moment and lifted the amulet. “This is an omamori. I just bought it on the commercial street, lots of people were buying them.”

He offered eagerly, “Do you want one, God Ying? If so, I’ll go buy it for you right now.”

“I know,” Ying Zijin took it over, “No need, I just want to have a look.”

She was of course familiar with omamori.

Originally, the concept of omamori came from the Tang Dynasty, meaning a charm for protection, and later spread to other countries.

Just like Tarot Cards, most omamori sold in the market are of no use.

Saying they are fake isn’t accurate, but they indeed don’t have a protective effect, buying them is more for mental comfort.

It’s not as good as some fine jade stones.

With a thousand years of evolution, there are now many kinds of omamori, for career success, wealth, and more.

The omamori Feng Yue bought was a love-wishing omamori.

Ying Zijin held the omamori, her gaze growing deeper.

Indeed, she hadn’t been mistaken; this omamori had a faint scent emitting from it.

The fragrance came from a poisonous medicinal herb, Primrose.

Primrose couldn’t be considered rare; with seeds, one could grow a large patch, so its toxicity wasn’t strong.

However, the seeds of Primrose were not circulated in the market. Without channels, they couldn’t be purchased.

Moreso, only a Poison Master would know how to use Primrose properly.

The scent on this omamori was not strong, but it lasted long.

At first, the fragrance wouldn’t have any impact.

If Feng Yue wore it for ten days, his eyesight would be affected.

Longer, and other organs would also start to suffer different levels of damage.

To the average person, the scent of Primrose smelled no different from that of osmanthus.

Ying Zijin herself was a Poison Master, so her sense of smell was naturally extremely sensitive.

If one’s sense of smell was even the slightest bit off, they wouldn’t be able to enter the field of poison mastery.

After a moment, she looked up, “Where is this omamori shop located in the commercial street?”

“It’s on the marketplace to the east,” Feng Yue replied. “There were a lot of buyers. I managed to snatch this one; considering graduation is close, I hoped this omamori would bless me with a departure from single life in college.”

“I’ll trade you for one.” Ying Zijin paused and took out a small sachet from her pocket, “Here, take this one and give me that one.”

Feng Yue picked up the small sachet from the table: “God Ying, where did you buy this?”

Ying Zijin didn’t look up: “I made it myself, it’s a bit rough, but it will do.”

She wasn’t adept at embroidery, and the sachets were all wholesale from Taobao.

Naturally, the sachet had no protective effects, containing only some herbs she had placed inside.

To prolong life and strengthen the body.

“What? You made this, God Ying?” Feng Yue was genuinely surprised and honored, “Alright, alright, thank you, God Ying, thank you, dad.”

He went upstairs cheerfully holding the sachet.

No amulet was as good as the one given by God Ying.

After giving Teng Yunmeng a brief greeting, Ying Zijin left the apartment building.

Outside, she subtly used her Inner Strength to crush the Omamori and tossed it into a trash can.

After wiping her hands, Ying Zijin took out her cell phone and sent a message to Fu Yunshen.

[A Poison Master has arrived, around the marketplace area.]

Fu Yunshen responded quickly.

[Yun Shan has already checked the market, leave this to me, I’ll handle it. Just focus on the competition, don’t worry about it.]

Ying Zijin frowned slightly.

She hadn’t seen any rewards posted on the NOK forum concerning University Town.

What could it be that was bringing so many hunters here, even intent on indirectly causing harm?

[I’m coming to find you, I’m a bit more familiar with this matter.]

Seeing this message, Fu Yunshen, standing at the entrance of the marketplace, curved his lips lazily and replied.

[Waiting for you, future girlfriend.]

After sending the message, Fu Yunshen turned to ask: “Xuesheng, did you find anything?”

Yu Xuesheng opened his eyes: “There’s a Hypnotist, but they’re weak.”

“Hmm.” Fu Yunshen’s expression was indifferent, “At four o’clock, eight o’clock, and eleven o’clock directions, there are three Sharpshooters, not sure if they’re on the list.”

“Very strange,” Yu Xuesheng’s voice was measured, “With so many hunters congregating, there should have been some movement on the NOK forum.”

But there was none.

“It might be other forces at work,” Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, “NOK is just a forum after all, the hunters aren’t under its control.”

He turned off his phone, “Whatever their goals, let’s catch them first.”

Before Ying Zijin returned to the country, he absolutely couldn’t allow any hidden dangers in University Town.

**

Evening.

Feng Yue and Teng Yunmeng were having dinner together in the cafeteria.

Glancing at the time, Feng Yue casually asked, “God Ying hasn’t returned yet?”

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“Zijin is probably out shopping,” Teng Yunmeng chewed on her rice, “She’ll definitely be back before the doors are locked.”

To ensure the safety of the contestants, there was a curfew at eleven.

“I’m just looking forward to God Ying dominating the competition,” Feng Yue was enthusiastic, “Irina, Amanda, none of them are a match for God Ying.”

“Better not say that,” Teng Yunmeng shook her head, “Those contestants will come after you if they hear you.”

“I can’t stand them badmouthing us,” grumbled Feng Yue, “They can say things, but we can’t? What they say is even nastier. You haven’t heard them; they’ve been calling God Ying a nobody who only relies on her family and is not even close to matching Irina.”

That was just laughable.

Which family could casually give away so many A-level accounts?

Feng Yue cleared his plate with a huff, “Typical sour grapes.”

After leaving the cafeteria, he decided to take a stroll around the marketplace.

He had been too preoccupied with grabbing Omamori in the afternoon to buy much chocolate.

But before Feng Yue reached the market, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar by a large hand as he passed an alley and was dragged in.

The action was rough.

Feng Yue’s expression changed drastically: “Who?!”

He turned sharply, and in the dim light, he saw a muscular, brown-haired young man.

There was a tattoo on the young man’s right arm, and he was well-built.

“Irina is the strongest, no one can beat her,” the young man didn’t release him but pinned him against the wall, his eyes cold and vicious, “Don’t let me hear you talking about God Ying or how she’s number one on the list. How could she compare to Irina? Understand?”

Feng Yue, the typical Academic God who also played basketball, simply didn’t have the physique to compare with a young man who worked out regularly.

But he knew this was one of Irina’s admirers.

At Yilan Public School, there was a group of students who almost revered Irina as a goddess, quite fanatically.

“You glaring at me?” the young man raised his hand without hesitation and punched Feng Yue squarely in the face, “I’m not a contestant, I’m not afraid of punishment. I just won’t allow anyone to speak ill of Irina.”

The punch split Feng Yue’s lip and made his head spin.

“What’s with a big guy wearing a sachet?” That’s when the young man noticed the small sachet Feng Yue was wearing, sneered, “That’s just weird.”

He reached out, yanked the sachet from Feng Yue, and threw it on the ground.

Then he stepped on it and began grinding it slowly.