Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling

After signing, Yun Ran noticed Wang Qianyu's expression of shock mixed with a trace of surprise, staring blankly at her.

She laughed immediately: "What's wrong with you? Paralyzed?"

Wang Qianyu opened his mouth but ultimately swallowed back his question.

Could he really say that, in other people's eyes, signing such a confidentiality agreement is neglectful, is humiliating, yet Yun Ran signed it so readily, leaving his emotions complicated?

Yun Ran disregarded what Wang Qianyu was thinking, handed the confidentiality agreement to the elite man wearing golden glasses.

Then she looked at him: "Is there any other procedure? Just say it all at once!"

Wang Qianyu: ...

Alright then, it was his suspicious nature. Previously, he had heard that whenever Yun Ran agreed to something, she was always very accommodating.

Now it seemed, it was not just accommodating, but exceptionally straightforward, distinguishing clearly between public and private matters.

"Nothing more, this way please!"

The elite man with golden glasses immediately stepped aside, clearing the way.

As soon as she entered the garden, a strong sense of vitality hit her face, and a flicker of envy passed through Yun Ran's eyes; this is a great place indeed.

Her gaze swept around and she realized the garden must be situated above a heart of a mountain full of vitality.

It's certainly befitting of the Wang Family, making it unsurprising that the family thrives when the old abode is positioned in such a place.

Yet they walked down the corridor for quite a distance without seeing any servants, making it conspicuously calm.

This made Yun Ran increasingly understand the people living here must possess truly exceptional identities.

Wang Qianyu noticed Yun Ran's curiosity and didn't need her to speak, he directly began introducing.

"This garden can only be inhabited by the Family Heads or potential Family Heads of the Wang Family. Unless you are a confidant of the Wang Family's Direct Lineage, no one can enter."

Yun Ran nodded. Although she wasn't from one of these elite families,

she had followed the elders of Qingfeng Temple to many Great Clans and was acquainted with some of their rules.

Finally arriving at the central courtyard, Wang Qianyu stopped: "I can only escort you up to here; beyond this point, I don't have the qualifications to proceed."

Yun Ran quickly glanced at Wang Qianyu; indeed, she was genuinely curious, even someone of Wang Qianyu's status can only traverse the front courtyard areas.

The identity of the person she was supposed to heal was emerging clearly.

If she hadn't calculated beforehand with no major trouble, she would have considered turning around and leaving now.

At this moment, an old man walked out from the central courtyard, dressed in a long robe, clearly an experienced servant with deep roots.

Seeing the old man, Wang Qianyu visibly tensed up, even showing a faint hint of fear.

The old man smiled slightly at Wang Qianyu: "Thank you, Ninth Young Master, for your efforts. Leave the remaining matters to this old servant."

"Certainly...I should...Old Zhou, I'll be heading out."

Yun Ran watched Wang Qianyu hurriedly turn away, further confirming her previous speculations.

Once it was just her and this seemingly gentle Old Zhou, Yun Ran's gaze directly faced him.

From merely observing Old Zhou's walking and aura, it was easy to discern this individual was undoubtedly a top Martial Arts master.

If not utilizing the powers of the Xuan Sect, Yun Ran felt she wouldn't last more than ten moves against Old Zhou.

Her current body, though not as strong as her original one, had been tempered with a considerable amount of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures recently.

It had essentially recovered to seventy or eighty percent of her original strength, making her fight formidable against ninety percent of Martial Arts masters worldwide.

In some respects, the present Old Zhou had reached a level where the physical body can be sanctified.

As Yun Ran scrutinized Old Zhou, Old Zhou was equally assessing Yun Ran — few could bear his gaze.

Previously, many of the invited dignitaries either refused to sign the confidentiality agreement and left or, even having entered, couldn't pass Old Zhou's barrier.

"Lady Yun, how daring!"

"Old Zhou, you're not falling short either."

They both ended the invisible contest of strength and returned to politeness.

"Lady Yun, this way please!"

Yun Ran nodded and then followed Old Zhou into the central courtyard.

Initially believing the previous 'checkpoints' were over, she hadn't anticipated that things were just beginning.

The courtyard seemed remarkably open in view, yet without guidance, one would inevitably stumble into these gossip maze formations.

Old Zhou swiftly led Yun Ran to a doorway, where he gently pushed open the door, revealing numerous hidden traps.

Old Zhou remained at the outer doorway: "My master is inside; Lady Yun, if you need anything, you can call upon this old man anytime."

Yun Ran paused slightly in her steps, glancing at Old Zhou somewhat astonished: "You're not coming in with me?"

Are they truly so confident in letting her face their master alone?

Either they trust her overly, or there's a trap laid inside awaiting her?

"Though the young masters and mistresses of the family all call me Old Zhou, I am merely a servant of the Wang Family and not qualified to enter the master's chamber."

Yun Ran: ...

This damn reason makes her feel increasingly like something is off here!

Old Zhou seemed to notice Yun Ran's concern and candidly said: "Lady Yun, rest assured, there's a shadow beside the master, so you won't be alone."

Her eyes flashed surprise at this revelation, 'shadow'? It's been many years since she heard of such a status.

Unexpectedly, in this small world, even in such an advanced age, shadows still exist.

The Wang Family's depth truly wasn't limited to what the public sees; in unobservable places, they enjoy far more.

Thus, Yun Ran, without hesitations, directly stepped into the room.

Upon entering, she immediately sensed seven or eight living presences around the room, though too faint.

If she weren't part of the Xuan Sect, she might not even detect their existence.

Confirming their presence, Yun Ran started understanding why Old Zhou could so comfortably let her enter alone.

Judging by these shadows' breathing, she could assert their martial skills were unfathomably deep.

She even detected traces of a non-human aura from them, resembling those Living Dead Puppets she encountered once.

Knowing elite families practice shadow cultivation, often extremely brutal, Yun Ran felt a surge of disdain and disgust rising in her heart.

Instantly, her gaze turned towards the man lying seemingly asleep on the bed with no pleasant expression.