The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 461 - 421 Strong Return [6 Updates]

He invested 200 billion just to send a message to the Lorentz Family.

"In terms of wealth, who’s afraid of whom?"

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes trembled ever so slightly again.

She raised her hand and poked the man’s face.

Fu Yunshen turned his head, and before she could push him away, he caught her fingers, smiling, "Yaoyao, I guarantee, I didn’t electrify you this time."

Ying Zijin glanced at him, "You saying it doesn’t make it so."

"Fine," he said, lowering his head to pinch her cheek, chuckling low, "Girlfriend, you have the final say."

**

After resting for another day in O continent, Ying Zijin embarked on her journey back home.

Before leaving, she made a special trip to see Irina.

Irina was lucky; she was in the hospital at the time of the explosion, far away from the blast, and was quickly evacuated.

Afterward, Yu Xuesheng lifted the hypnotic suggestion and healed her.

Now, Irina is a normal person again.

This proved that the hypnotist who treated Irina originally harbored ill intentions.

Otherwise, if they truly wanted to heal Irina, they wouldn’t have tried to awaken any past life memories.

Ying Zijin looked through the window one last time at Irina and her parents, then boarded the private jet prepared by IBI.

University Town suffered tremendous losses, and both universities have completely suspended classes.

But with the help of IBI, reconstruction would soon be underway.

The news of Ying Zijin’s awakening had not been disclosed to the public yet.

Even Fu Yunshen wasn’t sure if those people would make their move once again.

Later, IBI collected debris from the ruins for research.

At first, they couldn’t figure anything out, but then came news from Norton University.

They said that both the DEATH poison fog and the bombs were Alchemical Medicine.

The professors from the Alchemy Department at Norton University analyzed the components of the DEATH poison fog and produced the first batch of antidote, which was delivered to the hospitals.

"Alchemical Medicine," Fu Yunshen murmured as he examined the report sent by Li Xini, his eyes deepening, "The Alchemy world?"

The Alchemy world is an even more mysterious place than the Ancient Medicine field, and far more insular.

Without being an Alchemist, one cannot enter.

He had entered only once.

If they were Alchemical Medicine, it would explain why so many detectors failed to pick up any signs.

Alchemy, more complex than Ancient Medicine, is also not open to the general public.

So even after twenty years of research, Imperial Capital University couldn’t figure out what the DEATH poison fog was.

Ying Zijin’s expression cooled, "They are the same group that went to the Fu Family back then."

She was certain it was not the Alchemy world.

The Alchemy world has strict rules; without the permission of the Alchemy world, no Alchemist can leave.

The Alchemy world also doesn’t allow the emergence of harmful Alchemical Medicine.

If violated, one would be hunted down by all Alchemists.

Ying Zijin rested her hand on her forehead, lost in thought.

"Yes, it’s them," Fu Yunshen stated flatly, "The ones who kidnapped Professor Herwen were also from this force, but they were probably just minions."

He had been investigating for so many years and still had not found the individuals responsible for the death of Fu Liuying.

However, this force seemed to have become more active recently, lurking and ready to strike.

But clearly, they also had concerns and didn’t come out en masse.

Ying Zijin closed her eyes for a moment, then after a few minutes, opened them again, her eyelashes casting a shadow.

She deliberately observed the upcoming months in Hua Country and saw no similar incidents occurring.

This was somewhat reassuring.

Observing such a large range in one go brought a wave of tiredness.

Ying Zijin leaned back in the soft chair and soon fell asleep.

**

A day later.

June 6th, with only one day left until the national college entrance exam.

Verdant Middle School.

Even though IBI had announced that the wounded were all being treated in the hospital and would wake up eventually, without concrete news, a pall still hung over Verdant.

The principal was so anxious his hair was falling out in clumps, and he couldn’t eat.

Just then, someone knocked at the door.

The principal wiped his eyes with a tissue and put on his glasses before saying, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a girl wearing a mask walked in.

She was dressed simply, in a white short-sleeved shirt and high-waisted light blue jeans that perfectly outlined her waistline.

She was ethereal and radiant.

The principal was startled for a moment, and he did not recognize her at first. "You are...?"

The girl removed her mask, revealing her features: "Principal, it’s me."

The principal suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief.

He moved too abruptly, hitting his leg on the table, and the sharp pain made him hiss.

The principal looked at the girl, his eyes widening even more.

He shakily lifted his hand, pinched himself, and finally confirmed that he was not hallucinating.

Ying Zijin.

She was the pillar of Verdant Middle School.

And there she was, standing alive and well before him.

"It’s good that you’ve awakened, good that you’ve awakened," the principal examined the girl carefully, his eyes welling up with tears mid-sentence, his voice choked, unable to hold back his tears, "Child, you are a hero, a hero."

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes fluttered down, her fingers clenched lightly, mustering a faint smile: "I’m not worthy of that word."

"You are, you truly are," the principal could not contain his emotions, "Just let me cry for a while."

Ying Zijin stood silently to the side, her gaze distant.

It seemed that now, she could feel more and more emotions flooding in.

A few minutes later, the principal composed himself, still very excited, "Classmate Ying, seeing you awake is so wonderful. I’ll tell everyone you’re awake right away."

"No, Principal, please don’t spread the news just yet," Ying Zijin shook her head slightly, "It would be very dangerous. It’s better to wait until after the results of the high-stakes exams are out."

The principal’s expression became stern. "I understand."

IBI had not disclosed the full details of the bombing attack, only mentioning that it was the work of a reactionary force and that the chase had begun.

The principal could guess that the matter was probably not that simple.

"Classmate Ying, you don’t know," the principal wiped his tears again, but this time with a smile, "The third-year students all say they must score well on their exams, to not drag you down."

"Otherwise, they’re sure you’d be angry with them once you returned."

He had thought that the incident with Ying Zijin would be a heavy blow to the students.

But to his surprise, it had become the driving force propelling them forward.

"Principal, the reason I rushed back is for this very thing," Ying Zijin paused, "I’m going to sit for the high-stakes examination tomorrow. Just letting you know, my admission ticket should still be with you, isn’t it?"

"No way! Absolutely not!" the principal reacted strongly, "You just woke up not long ago; your body hasn’t recovered yet. How can you take the high-stakes exam?"

"The exam is important, but not as important as you are."

"I’m fine," Ying Zijin coughed lightly, nonchalantly, "I don’t like to make promises, but when I do, I make sure to keep them."

The principal had no way of further persuading her.

He stroked his scant hair, cheerfully sipping hot tea.

It seems their prepared banners did not need to be changed after all.

As long as Ying Zijin took the high-stakes examination, she was bound to be the national top scorer.

There was no second possibility.

"Wait!" the principal remembered the most important thing and called the girl back, very nervous, he carefully asked, "Classmate Ying, you will write the essay for the Chinese language paper this time, won’t you?"

Ying Zijin: "..."

No, she actually didn’t want to write it at all.

**

June 7th, the high-stakes examination began.

The whole country was on high alert,

Zhong Manhua also found out about the explosion and had been paying close attention.

Later, Elder Zhong and Ying Tianlv returned safe and sound, but they kept silent about Ying Zijin’s situation and said nothing at all.

Zhong Manhua vaguely had a guess.

Perhaps Ying Zijin truly was more likely to be unlucky than not.

But for some reason, she also let out a sigh of relief surreptitiously.

She still believed that as long as Ying Zijin didn’t appear, her life would go back on track.

Sure enough, after the blast in O continent’s University Town, those people did not come after the Ying Family again.

"Xiao Xuan, don’t be under too much pressure," Zhong Manhua said gently, "The teacher said that the high-stakes exam paper is much simpler than the mock exams, and you scored 720 on your mocks. You will definitely be the top scorer of this high-stakes exam."

Ying Yuexuan smiled: "It’s all thanks to the way Mom raised me."

She knew, without Ying Zijin, everyone’s attention would eventually return to her.

Zhong Manhua loved hearing such words, cheered up and reminded her, "Mom will wait for you at the coffee shop across the street, pick you up after you finish the Chinese language exam, and the kitchen has prepared the food you love."

Ying Yuexuan nodded: "Thanks, Mom."

She clutched her pencil case, her eyes scanning around.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure.

Ying Yuexuan froze, staring straight ahead, completely out of it.

Zhong Manhua noticed her reaction, "Xiao Xuan, what are you looking at?"

The high-stakes exams were upon them, how could she still be distracted?

Zhong Manhua frowned slightly, following Ying Yuexuan’s gaze.