Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling

Daoist Zifang felt terribly aggrieved; not only had he failed to understand the depth of Yun Ran's abilities, but now he had to take a step back. Indeed, times have changed, and the ways of the world have declined; the hearts of people are no longer what they used to be.

[You being happy is all that matters!]

As the ethereal voice faded, Yun Ran's gaze immediately turned to Nolan Jing: "This first round, you've lost."

According to the rules they had previously established, they were playing best two out of three rounds. Next, they would tally the content of the booklet.

She had glanced at it earlier, and luckily, the bizarre questions were not too difficult.

Who would have thought that Nolan Jing would reveal a bitter smile, his eyes even showing a trace of emotion Yun Ran couldn't understand.

Nevertheless, Yun Ran could feel that his pride had dissipated, and even the tone of his speech became somewhat tentative.

"Yes, I've lost. Seeking divination and omens is never as accurate as asking face-to-face. This round, you win, fair and square!"

The move Yun Ran had shown wasn't just about winning a simple round; whether it was summoning spirits or asking the gods, both were beyond ordinary means.

Even if they were to go another ten rounds, he had no confidence he could win against Yun Ran.

Defeated in his own field of expertise, at this moment, Nolan Jing felt all his past glories were like fleeting clouds.

Nolan Jing wasn't a sore loser. He stood up at once, bowed to Yun Ran, then packed up the Seven Star Lamp, and turned to leave; he needed to seclude himself once again for cultivation.

Yun Ran: …

Could she say that she didn't mean to be so crushing? It was merely her normal level of ability.

Since the other party had conceded so crisply, there was no need for her to kick someone when they were down.

After all, this first round was won too easily. Even after winning her due reward, it felt rather mundane.

However, since she had won, the two summoned ethereal figures now had no use.

Yun Ran immediately extinguished the Divine Ghost Incense stuck in the steamed bun, and the two ethereal forms seemed to lose the power sustaining their corporeality.

Their shadows gradually faded.

To outsiders, this seemed of no consequence, but only Daoist Zifang and Taoist Yichen, who had been summoned, knew that they were being dismissed by Yun Ran.

The first round had ended, and immediately staff came forward to clean up the area.

If, at the beginning, their attitude towards Yun Ran was decent, now, it was one of sheer awe; they didn't even dare to look directly at her.

The other three competing pairs had been somewhat affected by the ethereal figures earlier on, but now, they too gradually had winners and losers.

Yun Ran did not focus on the outcomes of those three pairs. Instead, her eyes turned toward the waiting area.

"Who will come out to battle next!"

She had thought that this first round would at least take up a whole morning, but it ended so smoothly she had no choice but to continue to the next round of the contest.

The people in the waiting area exchanged looks. They say seeing is believing and hearing is not; they had been somewhat arrogant before.

Now, their faces hurt with the sting of reality; they wished time could rewind so that they could take back their words.

Yun Ran expected someone to immediately stand out and continue with the same disdainful tone from their level of superiority.

But to her surprise, half of the remaining people stood up and simply admitted defeat.

A hint of confusion flashed in Yun Ran's eyes; these people suddenly standing up was not something she expected, and she was even more clueless about what they were up to.

But those who knew their identities immediately understood that these weren't just concessions to save face.

They also sought to curry favor, with the purpose of aiming for Yun Ran's skill in crafting the Divine Ghost Incense.

These people all looked down on anyone not of their standing, but if someone truly possessed overwhelming power that could crush them, that was another matter.

Clearly, in their hearts, Yun Ran had now become that 'other matter.'

The people in the waiting area were not united in purpose. Initially, at least half of them challenged Yun Ran out of social obligation just to make up the numbers.

Of course, they would compete with their full might, but when new interests arose, they couldn't be blamed for changing direction.

After all, self-preservation is a natural instinct.

Gu Yuan, sitting in the VIP seats, at this moment crossed his legs with a carefree attitude, knowing well without looking that Yun Ran had securely won.

He picked up the teacup beside him and took a leisurely sip.

His gaze drifted toward those who had offered him cold remarks before, and with a tone brimming with pride, he said, "What did I say earlier? He who laughs last wins.

Look at those people in the waiting area now; their morale's leaking away. What's this move called again, oh, winning without a fight."

With no one else coming forward to challenge, Yun Ran could only temporarily return to their area to rest, and the other three had also returned.

Each of them bore some injuries, and except for the young man who had lost in the first round, the other two had won.

However, their faces did not show the joy and ease of victors.

These individuals, esteemed as talented youths in their own right, each believed they would be the dark horse of this session before arriving.

But now, confronted with Yun Ran's 'achievements,' all they felt was a profound sense of powerlessness.

At this moment, Yun Ran was no longer just a tangible person to them, but rather an insurmountable mountain.

"Congratulations on overcoming half of the challenges."

The young man forced a smile and looked at Yun Ran, shocked by her prowess, but he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Feelings such as jealousy or resentment didn't exist for him.

When one person is completely out of another's league, any and all emotions eventually turn into awe.

If he couldn't be the dark horse of this session and become the brightest moon of the Xuan Sect, then he would strive to approach the moon and become a star beside it.

Yun Ran did not know that the young man before her had already decided to become her little brother.

"Thank you, and congratulations on drawing first blood as well."

If this were an hour ago, the young man would have exchanged a few words with Yun Ran and then walked away. But not anymore; he wanted to make his presence felt.

"My name is Xin Fu, 25 years old. My skill set is inherited from my grandmother, whose ancestors were also from a renowned Xuan Sect family.

Unfortunately, the family declined; clan members were scattered, with some living under assumed names as ordinary people, while others became Loose Cultivators..."

Yun Ran looked at Xin Fu with surprise, seemingly confused as to why he was suddenly divulging his family background.

"What are you..."

Xin Fu, a man who gets straight to the point after making a decision, smiled sincerely: "I wish to be a useful person to Lady Yun."