Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling

Nolan Jing had just confirmed the response from the two predecessors, his eyes not yet open, when suddenly Yun Ran's loud shout rang in his ears.

At this moment, all the Seven Star Lamps suddenly went out, effectively interrupting Nolan Jing's divination ritual.

His face turned pale instantly, if it were not for the Seven Star Lamps sharing some of the burden, he would have vomited blood.

At the same time, the sea around the island began to boil, and anomalies gradually appeared in the sky.

Seeing the curious looks of the people around, Yun Ran reminded again: "Those with lower Dao progress, close your eyes!"

As Yun Ran's voice sounded again, Nolan Jing opened his eyes.

Despite Yun Ran's warning, he still looked up; he refused to believe that Yun Ran could actually summon a deity.

Yet, observing the apparition gradually emerging in mid-air, with just one glance, he knew Yun Ran had summoned the true entity, not arbitrarily.

A flash of disbelief crossed his eyes, his face clearly showed that he was deeply shocked, as he thought himself the foremost in fortune-telling with the Seven-Star Divination Lamp...

"Ah, my eyes!"

Following the direction of the voice, Yun Ran saw a person in staff attire, now covering his eyes and letting out a painful wail.

This kind of disobedient action that courted death made Yun Ran's brows furrow tightly.

Luckily, someone quickly came forward and dragged the staff member away.

When the incense in the censer burned out, the two apparitions became more solid.

"Which junior has summoned us!"

Yun Ran raised his hand, two fingers together, drawing across his eyes, and a thin mist shielded his eyes.

The discomfort of looking directly at the apparitions disappeared instantly, the mist acting much like sunglasses used in summer.

"Qingfeng Temple's Yun Ran, paying respects to Daoist Zifang and Taoist Yi Chen."

The apparitions glanced down at the person who had summoned them, seeing a young man with a mixed bloodline and chaotic Qi Fortune.

A surprised sound echoed in their hearts, clearly not expecting such a person, who should not have been living, not only to be alive and well but seemingly rather pleased with himself?

Daoist Zifang glanced at Taoist Yi Chen next to him.

Everyone assumed they were the two most formidable Dark Masters of that era, but little did others know, their curiosity was the greatest.

Especially Daoist Zifang, who was eager to uncover the secrets within Yun Ran, immediately stretched out his hand and struck towards Yun Ran.

Of course, he did not intend to take Yun Ran's life, but merely to probe.

However, this scene, in the eyes of the others, was something entirely different.

Dragon Spirit, upon seeing this, was utterly petrified; although Yun Ran had placed a special Prohibition on him.

As long as he did not breach the boundaries set by Yun Ran, even if Yun Ran died, he would not perish alongside, but he would still lose half his life.

But at this moment, if a realized being struck Yun Ran, all those Prohibitions Yun Ran set would become void, meaning if Yun Ran was killed, he would die too.

Dragon Spirit's body reacted faster than his mind, directly lashing out with his dragon tail, trying to shield Yun Ran from the strike.

Not far away, Xuan Chu also looked displeased; the two apparitions summoned by Yun Ran had clearly surpassed the bounds of mortal flesh, their intervention now was overstepping.

He immediately took out the plaque of the Heavenly Destiny Guardian, planning to use the power of the Heavenly Dao to expel them.

Other people were really scared to death, but they were suppressed by the imposing presence of two ethereal shadows and could not move, only able to watch helplessly.

The palm of the ethereal shadow was about to hit Yun Ran, but the Dragon Spirit's tail met it, also an ethereal shadow, and intercepted right in front of Yun Ran, fully blocking her.

"Back off!"

Yun Ran waved her hand, directly fanning back the ethereal shadow of the Dragon Spirit's tail. At that moment, the mark left by the ancestor on her forehead also appeared.

The ethereal shadow of Daoist Zifang, pricked by the red mark on Yun Ran's forehead and the casual wave from Yun Ran just before, actually contained the aura of Immortal Slaying.

The palm shadow that was about to land on Yun Ran instantly turned into a puff of dust and vanished, leaving Yun Ran safe and sound.

The Dragon Spirit, whose tail had been fanned back by Yun Ran, looked at Yun Ran somewhat bewilderedly, its eyes wide open.

"No way, when did this little madcap advance so much in Dao progress!"

Previously, he was already subdued by Yun Ran, and now, he seemed even less able to beat Yun Ran. Does this mean he has to be subdued by Yun Ran for the rest of his life?

Just now, he thought that, for his own life, he could still bear a strike for Yun Ran if he gritted his teeth.

But now he's completely twisted, why is it so easy for Yun Ran to advance!!!

Xuan Chu also felt that the aura on Yun Ran at this moment was somewhat terrifying.

But the bead that he had let Yun Ran test earlier was still transparent, showing no signs of a destructive calamity.

This puzzled him, but since Yun Ran was no longer in danger, he put away the plaque of the Heavenly Destiny Guardian.

[It was just a joke, and the young lady took it seriously.]

Yun Ran looked up at the ethereal shadow in mid-air, her voice carrying a trace of indifference: "Senior, that joke was not funny at all, look what you've done scaring everyone."

As the saying goes, it's easy to invite spirits but hard to send them away; she dared to summon them because she had a way to send them away, so she really wasn't worried.

She showed the mark given to her by the ancestor and released the aura of Immortal Slaying as a deterrent.

It was just two ethereal shadows after all, she wasn't afraid.

The ethereal shadow of Daoist Zifang was silent for a moment; of course, he didn't want to admit that he had indeed been scared by the 'backing' Yun Ran had shown.

He certainly didn't want to be chased and beaten by those old ones behind Yun Ran.

Yun Ran checked the time; quite a bit had already been wasted, she immediately spoke up: "I need the book you left behind, nod quickly!"

Everyone: ...

Wait, this tone of yours, it doesn't seem like you're speaking to seniors, rather it feels like you are scolding your own grandson.

But at this moment, they didn't dare to speak up or express any opinion.

Even those who usually liked to act as teachers and impart valuable lessons, kept their mouths tightly shut.

Clearly, they knew very well that if they dared to speak nonsense at this moment, Yun Ran would truly throw them out, making a sacrificial scapegoat.

Seeing Yun Ran's clearly impatient demeanor, Daoist Zifang felt a constriction in his chest; it had been so many years since he was last angered.

Now, he was actually being controlled by a young girl, his hands itched to act.

But seeing the glaring threatening mark on Yun Ran's forehead, he could only hold back his anger.