Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 722: Password Correct!

Listening to the master’s words, Yun Ran already had the image of her little uncle smashing things in her mind, and of course, the scene of her being beaten up.

However, Yun Ran was never one to be afraid, just a bit intimidated. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Yun Ran resolutely nodded: "Of course."

The master loved disciples like Yun Ran the most, ones who were resolute in their beliefs and would let nothing stand in their way, pressing forward courageously.

[Your body is too weak; the backlash injuries can only be suppressed for at most a month.]

"That’s enough."

With the master’s help, those injuries on Yun Ran’s body were instantly suppressed.

Before Yun Ran could even express her gratitude, she was swept out of the door with a gentle flick of the master’s sleeve.

[Go on.]

Seeing the main house engulfed in a flash of white light, Yun Ran was left speechless.

So, the master was preemptively guarding against the little uncle’s attempt to smash the door and tablets by using a Vajra Shield to cover the main house in the backyard.

"Master, isn’t this a bit too..."

Yun Ran wanted to say that the master was being unfair; wasn’t this clearly leaving the little uncle with nowhere to vent his anger, meaning she would have to bear twice the beatings.

But thinking that it was her own request, it was only fair that she should bear all the consequences herself, so Yun Ran fell silent.

In the end, Yun Ran could only slowly leave the backyard.

Not until Yun Ran’s silhouette disappeared completely from the backyard, did the master return to the tablets.

Before leaving, he muttered under his breath: [The little guy is still too green; these tricks are all ones this old man has already played around with~]

When Yun Ran returned to her own yard, she saw the Dragon Spirit lying bonelessly on her swing, swaying back and forth.

Upon hearing noise, the Dragon Spirit turned its head to look, and seeing what he saw, almost gave him a heart attack.

He was just distracted for a moment.

"My goodness, what have you done!!!"

The Dragon Spirit hadn’t followed Yun Ran to the backyard because, after all, this was the territory of the Qingfeng Temple, and Yun Ran wouldn’t really run into trouble here.

But now, what was he seeing? It had been less than half an hour.

How had Yun Ran lifted the seal and walked right up to him so casually?

"Let me see your injuries first!!!"

The Dragon Spirit was on the verge of panic; he had seen with his own eyes as the little uncle sealed Yun Ran’s Spirit Platform.

This was to prevent Yun Ran’s injuries from worsening due to backlash after using Xuan Sect techniques.

Now tasked by the little uncle, he was supposed to keep a close eye on Yun Ran.

If Yun Ran’s injuries worsened under his watch, how could he face the little uncle?

The Dragon Spirit’s urgency perfectly matched the saying "The Emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is."

Especially with his gestures suggesting he would pull Yun Ran over for a thorough examination, Yun Ran didn’t find him so annoying anymore.

"I’m fine."

Seeing the anxious look of the Dragon Spirit, Yun Ran spoke blandly.

However, this didn’t comfort the Dragon Spirit in the slightest.

Hurriedly, he cut a line on his arm, and blood immediately welled up.

Finally, he shoved his arm right up to Yun Ran’s face.

"Quick, drink some of my blood to stabilize yourself; I’ll go find the little uncle to reseal your Spirit Platform..."

Originally, it was the little uncle extracting a portion of his Dragon Core to stabilize Yun Ran’s injuries.

Therefore, his blood was now an emergency ’medicine’ of sorts for Yun Ran.

Yun Ran glanced sideways at the Dragon Spirit, then reached out quickly to grab his arm.

With a squeeze, more blood gushed from the Dragon Spirit’s arm, flowing into the White Jade Bottle Yun Ran seemed to pull out from nowhere.

"Since you’re being so generous, I won’t stand on ceremony," Yun Ran said. "I’d be a fool not to!"

The pills made from Dragon Spirit’s blood were much more effective than those made from her own.

The Dragon Spirit stared at Yun Ran in shock, not because Yun Ran had taken his blood, but because of her strong grip on his arm, full of vigor.

This was not the demeanor of someone severely injured.

"Your injuries..."

By now, Yun Ran had filled one small White Jade Bottle and then took out a new one.

Completely focused on Yun Ran’s injuries, the Dragon Spirit felt Yun Ran applying pressure again on the self-inflicted wound.

"Hey now, aren’t you going overboard, you’ve already filled a bottle, isn’t that enough? Are you really going to milk this dragon for all it’s worth?"

Hurriedly, the Dragon Spirit retracted his arm, gently smoothing over the previously menacing wound with his fingers, immediately healing it.

A flash of regret crossed Yun Ran’s eyes, her expression filled with ’missing out on a fortune’ regret.

Dragon Spirit: ...

"You, you, you..."

Flustered by Yun Ran’s unapologetic gaze, the Dragon Spirit was at a loss for words.

Was it not for standing on Qingfeng Temple grounds, knowing Yun Ran was the temple master, the Dragon Spirit would have suspected Yun Ran was an Evil Cultivator.

Otherwise, why would she look at his arm with such greedy eyes, an expression that made the Dragon Spirit cringe?

He even felt a chill spread through his body, as if Yun Ran had her sights not only on his blood, but also on his Dragon Horn, Dragon Tendon...

Yun Ran stored the White Jade Bottle containing the Dragon Spirit Blood carefully, smiling all the while.

"Don’t be so stingy, it’s not like I injured you."

Once more witnessing Yun Ran’s ’shamelessness’, the Dragon Spirit turned and retreated to his swing angrily.

Indeed, sympathizing with Yun Ran was a lifetime’s misfortune.

The Dragon Spirit thought that seeing him so angry, Yun Ran would at least say something conciliatory.

But turning around, the spot where Yun Ran stood was already empty.

Dragon Spirit: ...

Even angrier now, the Dragon Spirit’s claw manifested and he swiped at the air a few times, venting his frustration.

By this time, Yun Ran had returned to her room, pressing a button at her bedside.

"Click click click..."

A very rhythmic mechanical sound was heard, and soon the floor broke open, revealing a large opening.

A downward staircase appeared in front of Yun Ran.

As soon as Yun Ran’s foot stepped onto the first stone step, the entire tunnel entrance suddenly illuminated as if it were broad daylight.

After leisurely descending, a vault-sized underground treasury unfolded before Yun Ran.

The iron gates, with a set of eyes, immediately seemed to come alive, staring wide-eyed.

In a measured tone, it spoke: "Password!"

Yun Ran, unfazed, declared: "Yun Ran is the most powerful, wealthiest person in the world."

"Password correct!"