Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 826 - 824: None of Them Are Easy to Handle!

Chapter 826: Chapter 824: None of Them Are Easy to Handle!

"What is this place?"

The Little Uncle Master calmly replied, "The central region of Death Mountain!"

Black Panther: ...

Horned Serpent: ...

The sacred, unreachable place in their hearts, they were just so effortlessly brought here?

At this moment, both Black Panther and Horned Serpent felt a bit dizzy.

They didn’t want to believe it easily, but this place was completely different from where they had been before, forcing them to accept it.

"So, this is where the Demon King resides."

Although they were already familiar with their previous environment, coming to a place that was clearly better still made them excited.

It seemed quite nice to live here.

Just then, the Little Uncle Master poured cold water on their enthusiasm, "You are here because there are tasks for you to complete!"

Black Panther immediately reined in its thoughts and slightly lowered its head, showing submission to the Little Uncle Master.

Horned Serpent wagged its tail to show it fully followed the Little Uncle Master’s arrangements.

Seeing the two Great Demons who knew their place, the Little Uncle Master then instructed, "Go investigate the situation here. Report to me immediately if anything arises!"

As he spoke, the Little Uncle Master imprinted two marks with his palm, embedding them into the brains of the two Great Demons.

Whenever they discovered something, they could relay it to the Little Uncle Master in real time.

Just as Black Panther was about to say yes, the Little Uncle Master’s figure vanished in a flash.

The once sworn enemies, the two Great Demons, looked at each other, snorted coldly in tacit agreement, and went in different directions.

Upon arriving here, the Little Uncle Master did not sense Yun Ran’s presence. Instead, he faintly felt the battle intent of the Peach Wood Sword from underground.

Yun Ran alone already gave him headaches, and with the Peach Wood Sword now in its strongest form, the Little Uncle Master felt quite troubled.

"None of this is easy!"

Saying this, the Little Uncle Master plunged directly underground.

This meadow confused and obstructed everyone else, including beings like the Dragon Spirit.

But for the Little Uncle Master, who excelled in various arrays and unorthodox methods, it was nothing at all.

The wooden figurine, which the Little Uncle Master possessed, was already one of the Magic Artifacts, making his descent efficient.

In no time, the Little Uncle Master reached the main body of the Demon-locking Tower and could no longer burrow further.

The wooden figurine shook off the soil and then looked at the Mystic Iron Gate towering countless times higher than itself.

The Little Uncle Master’s face turned completely somber.

He began cursing under his breath, "Damn girl, doesn’t even know the immensity of heaven and earth, daring to barge into the Demon-locking Tower!"

After scolding Yun Ran, he began to curse those Black Robed People, "A bunch of lunatics, insane enough to trap the Demon-locking Tower here, truly don’t know the meaning of death!"

At this moment, the Little Uncle Master was on the verge of losing it.

The foolish Evil Cultivators he encountered before at least knew to be cautious with their lives and didn’t dare to mess with everything.

Since he found Yun Ran, he’s seen it all; this little world, seemingly insignificant, was indeed a bit insane.

In simpler terms, it was like a small workshop adding materials recklessly!

All just some folks unaware of the borders of the sky, daring to poke at anything, seemingly unafraid of this little world collapsing.

The Demon-locking Tower, being of the highest level of Divine Artifact, could, if mishandled, consume an entire small world and trap it inside a small corner.

Who knows what those Black Robed People are after!

After a round of cursing, though he wished to round everyone up for a beating,

the Little Uncle Master resigned himself to passing through the Mystic Iron Gate, for he had to enter and see what was happening.

The Demon-locking Tower now rested quietly, seemingly asleep, and who could tell what havoc it might wreak if its Artifact Spirit awakened?

Meanwhile,

Yun Ran’s arm seemed fused with the Peach Wood Sword from a distance, giving off the vibe of man and sword as one.

The sword in her hand continued warding off the exclusion and attack this space directed at her, an outsider.

The owner of that eye, from being indifferent at the start, to later angry vibrations of the space, and now to near uncontrollable madness.

Yun Ran really couldn’t fathom it, but that didn’t hinder her from moving her hand faster and faster.

Soon, the sword flowers she drew blocked all attacks, simultaneously forming a protective one-meter-radius circle around her.

At this moment, Yun Ran could only defensively hold her ground. Until she found her opponent’s flaw, any counterattack would be futile.

As the formerly sparkling stars transformed into attack modes, Yun Ran felt that the flaw she sought was near.

Just as Yun Ran felt her arm growing sore from wielding the sword flowers, that giant eye turned even redder.

Like someone who had been provoked to the fullest, Yun Ran kicked off, and using the counterforce, leaped high.

Stepping on one of the solidified attacks rushing at her, she bounced upward several more times.

Thus, relying on her body’s agility and the path the Peach Wood Sword cut, Yun Ran quickly ascended higher and higher.

Seeing the timing for attack arrive, the Peach Wood Sword swiftly drew a cross-shaped sword flower, shooting straight for that giant eye.

Yun Ran knew clearly that her attack succeeded.

But immediately following, a low-frequency brainwave attack rushed toward Yun Ran.

Yun Ran felt like her brain was being shredded by knives, the pain causing her to lose stability and plummet to the ground.

This fall, even if it wouldn’t break her arms or legs, would at least give her a concussion.

Yun Ran could only shut her eyes and brace for impact, though she adjusted her position accordingly as she fell.

Just as her bottom was about to hit the ground,

the Little Uncle Master arrived just in time, catching Yun Ran by the collar, making her swing back and forth like laundry hung out to dry.

Already suffering intense headache, now her collar choked her destiny’s throat, making Yun Ran feel the urge to retch.

The Little Uncle Master had no time to deal with Yun Ran right now.

Releasing her collar, he gently tapped Yun Ran’s arm with his other hand.

The Peach Wood Sword, seemingly fused with Yun Ran’s arm moments ago, unbound itself and very consciously began wrapping around the Little Uncle Master’s arm.

After Yun Ran landed on her rear and opened her eyes, she saw the sky filled with dense eyes staring down at her.