Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 884 - 882: Forcibly Claiming the Title of Disciple (Part 2)
Yun Ran felt like her legs were getting thinner from walking, and they hadn’t even left this place yet.
Unable to hold back, she questioned Dragon Spirit: "Are you sure you really know the way?"
"You can question my character, question my morals, but you cannot question my ability!"
This place is surprisingly large, can you blame me for that?
Previously, when the Artifact Spirit was present, it had the ability to confuse the life inside.
So, while they were inside, they had no concept of time at all.
Now, the Demon-locking Tower is split in two, contracted by both Yun Ran and Dragon Spirit.
Without the influence of the Artifact Spirit, their sense of time returned.
That’s why they felt like they had been walking for a long, long time.
Yun Ran initially wanted to display the resilient character of a Qingfeng Temple disciple.
Little did she expect, without the mental numbness, the path would be so difficult to tread.
"I don’t want to walk anymore, why don’t you drag me out."
Dragon Spirit: ...
Ha, who would believe that he, a Dragon Spirit, has seen such diversity in humanity beside Yun Ran.
Clearly interacting only with one person, yet feeling as if he’s dealt with millions.
In this world, probably no one has a thicker skin than Yun Ran.
Among their group, only Yun Ran has a flesh-and-blood body, incapable of flight, forced to walk step by step.
If not for Yun Ran, neither Dragon Spirit nor Junior Master, nor Little Paperman, would have needed to bother with this.
At this moment, Dragon Spirit fully understood the phrase "effort wasted for no reward."
Yun Ran watched Dragon Spirit’s eyes darting here and there.
She started to shift blame: "Are you thinking of some crooked idea? I’m telling you, leading us astray makes you fully responsible!"
Dragon Spirit: ...
Fine, he admits defeat, anyway, he never won any arguments with Yun Ran.
Dragon Spirit instinctively extended his tail, indicating for Yun Ran to sit on it, since she’d been dragged this way before.
Yun Ran immediately beamed, knowing full well she was eager to leave this damn place.
She could endure hardship, but that didn’t mean she should seek hardship when avoidable.
In any case, any extra suffering was not something she could handle.
Junior Master, used to this, didn’t find it surprising. Little Paperman and Ginsengfruit stood by Yun Ran unconditionally.
Among them, only Dragon Spirit had a different opinion, but unfortunately, his opinion didn’t matter.
When they reached the exit, the Mystic Iron Gate no longer carried its previous oppressive aura.
Little Paperman merely stepped forward and pushed lightly, and the door opened.
Unlike before, when Xie Xuzhi’s group had to exert all their strength to get out.
"This place will likely become a training ground for other Xuan Sect forces, for their juniors in the future..."
Yun Ran cross-legged, sat on Dragon Spirit’s tail, her posture both leisurely and lazy.
Though she didn’t fully articulate her thoughts, everyone present clearly understood her meaning.
Ginsengfruit, the Grand Steward of Qingfeng Temple, immediately chimed in: "I’ll go back and discuss this with the Special Administration Bureau. Since we’ve claimed this place, we ought to take the lion’s share!"
Just like when Qingfeng Temple previously opened their mountain to others for training, charging fees accordingly.
Benefits belonging to Qingfeng Temple must not be overlooked.
Often, most people don’t show gratitude when someone is generous—they only push their luck.
Therefore, it’s crucial to establish the rules from the outset.
Yun Ran nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, I’ll leave this matter to you."
Dragon Spirit glanced at Yun Ran, acting entirely like a hands-off boss.
He then covertly complained to Junior Master.
"Junior Master, I’m someone who likes to handle things personally. If you have any tasks for me, I’ll make sure to get them done."
Yun Ran: ...
Ginsengfruit: ...
Seeing someone being undermined, but having such a blatant act of undermining done face-to-face—it seemed a bit much.
Just as Yun Ran was about to glare at Dragon Spirit, Junior Master glanced at her.
Yun Ran immediately went quiet.
Junior Master’s existence is not widely known.
Now, he had left the shattered wooden body he inhabited—a near-transparent shadow, visible to others—which wasn’t ideal.
"I’ll be off for now. Once we return, come to Qingfeng Temple, and I’ll teach you some magic. How much you learn will depend on your ability."
As Junior Master was about to leave, Dragon Spirit suddenly knelt, catching everyone off guard.
"Thud, thud, thud!"—he bowed his head three sincere times.
"Thank you, Master!"
Yun Ran, who was initially seated steadily, swayed slightly.
Partly due to Dragon Spirit’s kneeling and bowing, and partly because Dragon Spirit shamelessly insisted on calling him Master.
"You, you, you..."
Yun Ran was too angry to articulate a response, yet Junior Master’s figure had already vanished.
Not knowing if Junior Master had heard Dragon Spirit call him Master.
After forcibly assigning himself a title, Dragon Spirit gazed at Yun Ran with a newly arrogant expression.
"From now on, we’re fellow disciples. I’ll overlook your past demeanor.
But in the future, if you’re rude to me, I’ll tell my Master!"
Yun Ran’s hand itched; she truly wanted to strip Dragon Spirit of his skin.
Utterly shameless!
Yet Dragon Spirit kept babbling: "I’m older than you, so from now on, respectfully call me ’Senior Brother!"
Yun Ran completely lost it, reaching out to grab Dragon Spirit’s scales and started pulling.
"Senior Brother, is it? Complaining, is it? Let’s see if you even know why flowers are red!!!"
Amidst his glee, Dragon Spirit utterly forgot his tail was still extended, with Yun Ran sitting atop it.
When pulling scales, she exerted no mercy, making Dragon Spirit’s eyes well up with tears.
With a swift movement, Dragon Spirit retracted his tail, glaring at Yun Ran in resentment.
"You’re sabotaging your own allies, committing a grave taboo!"
Yun Ran ignored Dragon Spirit’s complaints, yelling at Little Paperman: "Hold him down for me!"
Little Paperman┗|｀O′|┛ shrieked as it charged forward.
The swarming Little Paperman, along with Ginsengfruit’s sneaky moves from the back.
Dragon Spirit was defeated, pinned to the ground, utterly restrained.
Seeing Yun Ran’s eyes blazing with fury, Dragon Spirit quickly spoke: "Don’t mess around, I just bowed my head to Master and established my title.
Jealousy aside, don’t go overboard, or else... I won’t let it rest..."
Before Dragon Spirit finished his sentence, Yun Ran had already tied him up tightly.
"Give him a good thrashing!"
