Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling

Yun Ran did not speak until Xuan Chu had left the tent, still with her eyelids drooped, uncertain whether she had heard his warning.

Xie Xuzhi wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he too stood up and left the tent, leaving Yun Ran alone.

It wasn't long before those who had been unconscious woke up. They only knew that they had fainted, but not why.

However, upon seeing that they were safe, they suppressed their questions and gradually returned to the camp.

During the latter half of the night, Xie Xuzhi was busy dealing with the Black Robed People.

The entire camp, including the Little Papermen, were extremely busy. The companions of Wan Ji, thirty kilometers away, had all been drafted.

The only ones who seemed idle were probably Yun Ran and Ginsengfruit.

"Host, I suspect this small world has been tampered with by some unscrupulous characters, smuggling in their own goods. We entered through a channel opened by consuming the System's energy, while those contraband smugglers likely sneaked in!" Ginsengfruit was indignant. Those stowaways even affected the genuine article—where was the justice in that!

And what about the energy he had previously expended?

"It's a pity you didn't see the twisted black hole behind Wuzi Changli, otherwise we might have been able to figure out what it was."

Yun Ran felt goosebumps at the memory of being trapped by those tentacles, even capable of extracting all the information from her.

"Host, what do we do now? The High Priest is neither human nor ghost, and he can't die or be destroyed. If he grows restless from being trapped, he might target you, a half-blood of the Witch Clan, to find a chance to escape. From what I've seen in TV shows, that's what all those sealed demons do."

The words Xuan Chu had said before he left had scared Ginsengfruit enough to remind the Host.

"There may be many who can defeat me, but to take my life, they'd have to see if my ancestors would agree!"

If it really came down to a life-and-death gamble, it's uncertain who would die. Not to mention, she had a plan B.

The ancestors from Qingfeng Temple had always been wary of their disciples turning evil or someone else misusing their cultivation after death.

Therefore, each disciple, from a very young age, would receive a special "blessing."

If anyone harbored ill intentions or committed evil acts, that "blessing" would destroy all their cultivation, leaving them a cripple.

If a disciple faced danger while on an external trial or exorcising demons, anyone targeting their cultivation or bloodline would be attacked—the higher the cultivation, the stronger the attack.

Although Yun Ran was using the body of the original owner, the "blessing" on her remained.

If Wuzi Changli intended to escape by devouring her cultivation and bloodline, it would be harder than ascending to heaven.

Hearing his Host's resolute words, Ginsengfruit promptly shelved his worries.

But then, he saw the Host take out Merit Incense and a significantly worn ancestral tablet from her bag.

Yun Ran kneeled down as smoothly as silk, lit the Merit Incense, and then began kowtowing repeatedly to the tablet.

Just moments ago she was all 'I'm not afraid of heaven or earth.'

Now, she had switched to a tone of grievance, weakness, helplessness, and misery: "Ancestors, someone is bullying me; please come save me~~~"

Ginsengfruit: ...

No, Host, you weren't like this before!!!

As Yun Ran's words ended, the severely worn ancestral tablet suddenly emitted a blinding light.

It was as if a super-sized light bulb had been installed inside the tent.

Ginsengfruit hastily poked his head out to look outside the tent, thankfully, it didn't seem too conspicuous from the outside.

"What audacity to bully my little disciple!!!"

"Impudence, is Qingfeng Temple unattended!"

"Little disciple, speak quickly, your ancestor will decide for you!"

...

Ginsengfruit was already numb; before, the Host had only summoned one ancestor, and he had been trembling in fear.

Now, there was no telling how many ancestors had come, it was like a group chat had been opened.

Ginsengfruit had already tucked his head into his own embrace, almost curling up into a ball.

Fortunately, he is now a Magic Artifact refined by Yun Ran, roughly equivalent to a display piece, so the ancestors didn't exert any pressure on him.

Yun Ran first expressed his worship for the ancestors as a disciple of Qingfeng Temple, how lucky he was to be a disciple of Qingfeng Temple, yada yada...

After speaking at length and feeling that the atmosphere was right, he shifted the topic to cry about his own misery, not to mention being stranded in an Otherworld.

Now he had become a thorn in others' sides; he was not only targeted by the Heavenly Destiny Guardian but also by that undying existence.

"Ancestors, in this life, I am afraid I will no longer be able to carry forward the glory of Qingfeng Temple, wuuu..."

The younger generation is so miserable, yet they still know to offer their Merit to them.

Such behavior, in the eyes of these Qingfeng Temple ancestors, is of a most filial and good child.

Now, their obedient child has been cast out, and also bullied, if they could endure this, where would they put their face!

"Preposterous! To dare bully my obedient disciple, if not for this small world being too fragile, I would descend my Dharma Body and annihilate them!"

"Do not fear, disciple, your ancestor is here to lend a hand!"

"My good disciple, I confer upon you a few strands of Sword Intent. Below an Immortal, you are invincible; above an Immortal, an equal exchange."

...

As Merit was about to burn out, several blinding rays of light flew out from the ancestral tablet and entered Yun Ran's brow.

The Merit Incense extinguished, and the light from the tablet also dimmed, finally returning to its original ordinary appearance.

Yun Ran slowly opened his eyes, his aura completely transformed.

If the previous Yun Ran was like an unsheathed precious sword, sharp and piercing, the current Yun Ran was hidden and unfathomable.

Ginsengfruit, perceptive of Yun Ran's change, cautiously approached.

"Host, are you alright..."

"Go outside and keep watch, don't let anyone disturb me."

Ginsengfruit watched as Yun Ran sat down cross-legged, picked up the walnut basket beside him, intending to crack walnuts while protecting Yun Ran.

Reaching a suitable distance, Ginsengfruit had peeled several walnuts before it dawned on him.

Those Qingfeng Temple ancestors not only excuse one another's faults but also seemed to be irascible.

He had thought before that the Host's temper was not good, now it appears to be an inherited trait.

It was unknown whether in the future the Host would become one of the Qingfeng Temple's ancestors, to give backing to the younger generations.

Unconsciously, the day gradually brightened, and Ginsengfruit had already peeled a whole plateful of walnut kernels.