Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 1078 - 1074: Spare Me, My Lord! (Part 2)

The Little Paperman had long since familiarized himself with all of Lotus City; as long as he took a glance, he could identify the exact location.

It could be said that at this moment, the Little Paperman was entirely a living map.

Looking at the place displayed in the Water Curtain Mirror, the Little Paperman glanced at it, and after a quick mental turn.

He confidently said, "Master, they are not inside the city!"

The places outside the city, the Little Paperman had not yet explored.

But that’s not a problem; he could quickly survey all the places outside the city too.

"Not inside the city? Then it must be outside. From the looks of it, it should be inside some sort of temple, a place that’s fallen into ruin."

Yun Ran didn’t even need to give special orders; the Little Paperman disappeared instantly.

He was off to find a dilapidated temple outside the city. The range was so precise, if he couldn’t find it, he’d really disgrace his owner.

The Water Curtain Mirror clearly displayed the attire of those people.

Yun Ran sighed, "I didn’t expect these Black Robed People’s response to be quite fast, to find their way here so quickly.

Besides, they found it precisely, didn’t make any mistake at all. Seems this world’s Black Robed People shouldn’t be underestimated."

Previously, Yun Ran had vaguely suspected that the Black Robed People of this world were more mysterious and not so easy to deal with.

She had decided that whenever doing something bad, she’d pin the blame on the Black Robed People.

Now it seems, her previous suspicion was right; the overall strength of this world’s Black Robed People is indeed not weak.

No wonder they’re called the ’Divine Envoy.’

Yun Ran found a hidden place and changed into a clean black robe.

She, this impostor, was going to confront those genuine Black Robed People!

The Little Paperman appeared before Yun Ran with a swoosh, face unreddened and breath steady despite such high-speed rush.

"Master, found them, they’re in the direction of the East City Gate, at the Earth God Temple, which has long been abandoned."

Yun Ran, having changed into her attire, reached out and covered her cloak’s hood.

A glance at her would give one a sense of mystery, power, and danger.

Especially during this time, the Little Paperman kept flattering her nearby: "As long as Master doesn’t reveal your true appearance, you can absolutely evoke twelvefold reverence."

No wonder those exceptionally handsome young generals in ancient times would wear masks.

The aura is directly elevated by countless times.

"Let’s go, let’s meet those people!"

When Yun Ran arrived at the somewhat dilapidated Earth God Temple.

The Black Robed People who were healing themselves couldn’t care less about their unresolved injuries when they saw the more luxurious and elaborate black robe on Yun Ran’s body.

Each one of them displayed an illusion of self-doubt in their eyes.

As if the counterfeit had met the genuine article.

Especially Yun Ran’s overpowering aura, it unintentionally evoked a feeling of wanting to submit.

If they weren’t sitting cross-legged at the moment, facing this more authentic Yun Ran, they wouldn’t dare guarantee they wouldn’t kneel.

The Black Robed People exchanged glances.

[What’s going on, did we find the wrong person?]

[Facing this person, I don’t have an ounce of confidence, feels like we are the fakes!]

[This person’s strength is not weak, everyone be careful!]

...

Yun Ran didn’t have a rapport established with them, so she wasn’t too sure what messages they were conveying to each other.

However, it didn’t impede Yun Ran’s ability to see their lack of confidence.

This almost amused Yun Ran to death.

She suddenly felt that the time and money spent on crafting this black robe were worth it.

There, wearing this attire basically made the opponent’s black robe look like worthless trash.

People depending on attire do have some truth to it.

With the momentum in her favor, naturally, she had to seize the victory.

Yun Ran’s tone was infused with strong contempt: "How dare you use secret techniques to spy on the whereabouts of my seat!"

The words immediately made the few who were previously clamoring to show Yun Ran, this impostor, some color, lose even more confidence.

Could it be, they really found the wrong person?

Evidently, none of them would have thought someone could have such thick skin, impersonating identity not only boldly but also turning the tables.

The leading Black Robed Person, after looking at Yun Ran, pondered the wording.

Then he said, "Excuse me, which hall do you belong to? We received orders from the Main Altar’s protector to capture the impostor..."

Yun Ran appeared confident and immovable.

Actually, she inwardly rolled her eyes countless times; who knows how many subaltars there are for the Black Robed People in this world.

If she, pretending, could clearly detail the origin, would she still need to impersonate?

However, Yun Ran was very practiced in bluffing.

She didn’t even contemplate answering their questions; if she followed their lead, she’d definitely fall into a trap.

So, Yun Ran planned to directly use authority to overpower them.

"How impudent, what status do you possess to inquire about the matters of my seat!"

Yun Ran’s reprimand was ladened with potent pressure.

Her last trace of injury at the time was suppressed by Elder Qing Yangzi.

Simultaneously, she retained a trace of Immortal-level aura within her.

This aura was utterly suited for this moment.

The several Black Robed People sitting cross-legged healing themselves.

Being crushed by the pressure containing Immortal aura, they felt their chests about to burst.

The breath of death approached them infinitely.

This was also the first time they felt so clearly what death felt like.

If Yun Ran hadn’t pulled back the pressure in the end.

Those Black Robed People sitting cross-legged healing themselves had no doubts they would have died with their meridians shattered.

"Spare us, master!"

"Spare us, master!"

"Spare us, master!"

...

The chorus of pleading voices completely overshadowed Yun Ran’s identity as an impostor.

Now, these people would rather doubt their own identity instead of questioning Yun Ran’s.

This is just too terrifying; if Yun Ran were fake, what would they count as?

Just filler!

Yun Ran was quite satisfied with the current situation, intending to teach these people a lesson and make them leave—to not affect her matters.

As it happened, a glance out of the corner of her eye caught sight of two ’acquaintances’ lying half-dead, flesh torn, yet barely recognizable in their original form.

It was this moment that Yun Ran finally realized what ’medium’ these people used to find her.

Yun Ran was slightly discontented and felt like being slapped in the face!