Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 912 - 910: Reciprocity

Without the cover of the vines, the stagnant foul and miasmic air inside the small ravine began to gush out.

The White Tiger disdainfully took several steps back. These airs have no effect on him, but to those fragile humans, they are deadly.

This realization made the White Tiger feel a pang of fear. What if he hadn’t come to check first?

At that time, would Yun Ran think it was a trap he deliberately set, intending to annihilate them?

Thinking of Yun Ran’s methods and those looks Yun Ran gave his fur, the White Tiger felt a chill run through him.

This was also why he always tried to appear in human form in front of Yun Ran, just in case Yun Ran suddenly decided to skin him.

"No, I have to do something about this quickly!"

Determined, the White Tiger began clearing out the miasma in the small ravine.

By the time he was almost done, the fur on the White Tiger was so dirty it couldn’t be made clean, turning him into an utterly grimy tiger.

Through the gaps in the forest canopy, it became clear that the sky was not looking good—it was about to rain.

Only then did the White Tiger realize he had been out for a long time.

Uncertain if Yun Ran and the others had rested well, he wondered if they would think he had run away if they didn’t see him for a while.

Nowadays, the White Tiger felt that the time he spent thinking while with Yun Ran was more than all his thinking over several hundred years combined.

No time for further thoughts, the White Tiger simply sprinted back as fast as he could.

The rain in the Death Mountain came suddenly. The forest, initially visible, gradually filled with mist after the rain began.

To the naked eye, the place now looked like an enchanted realm.

As the mist thickened, it became very difficult to find one’s way, even for so-called experts in such a place.

They would inevitably get lost in this mist-laden forest.

But these had no effect on the White Tiger. To him, the entire Death Mountain was his home, and no one could get lost in their own home.

However, the White Tiger didn’t quite like such a humid place.

Not only were his furs drenched, but those furs tainted with miasma and decay, mingled with the moisture.

Condensed into beads of water, they began to fall to the ground from his fur.

The flowers and plants, previously thriving nearby, began to wither and die at a visible speed upon contact with drops from the White Tiger.

Unaware, the White Tiger paid no heed to these, not even realizing he was now not just a filthy tiger but also a toxic one.

Yun Ran and his group, after finishing their meal, initially intended to move on, but the guide, the White Tiger, was nowhere to be seen.

The Ginsengfruit noticed Yun Ran’s expression hadn’t become angry and silently lit three candles in his heart for the White Tiger.

Yun Jinyang, who valued time greatly.

At this point, he realized the unreliability of the White Tiger. When he looked at Yun Ran, he joked with a trace of humor: "Does this mean I’ve taken on a troublesome case that’s hard to discipline?"

Yun Ran showed no sign of embarrassment or guilt.

"This guy may be unreliable now, but when he’s properly trained, the benefits the Yun Family can reap aren’t something you can achieve with any number of projects."

Yun Jinyang agreed on this point. A Demon King, unlike other spirits who can take human form.

Regardless of those many Xuanmen people, shouting about subduing demons.

But when faced with a Demon King capable of commanding others, those Xuanmen people wouldn’t dare rush in to shout for battle—they’d have to sit down and negotiate.

Thinking about what the Demon King might become in the future, Yun Jinyang felt a spark of excitement inside.

Now, he seemed to understand why his cousins were so fond of cultivation games.

"Young Master, Third Miss, the humidity here suddenly increased; it looks like it’s going to rain. Do we continue to wait here?"

Yun Ran looked at the person reporting, whose body was full of power. The first impression was simple-minded, physically strong.

But who would have thought this person was actually an expert at traversing deep mountain forests?

Observing moisture and weather was the most basic of his abilities.

"Set up the tents."

It wasn’t that Yun Ran didn’t want to find a shelter; it’s just that there wasn’t one here.

Instead of scrambling for a new spot, it was better to wait here, given that the rain wouldn’t last long.

Setting up tents didn’t require Yun Ran and Yun Jinyang’s involvement.

The two continued to sit, chatting casually.

By looking at them, others would think they were incredibly close siblings, but only they knew.

Their bond was more about benefits. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

In affluent families, blood relations are important but not crucial.

Seeing the mist rising around, Yun Jinyang instinctively became vigilant.

He was always one who valued privacy and safety highly; he wouldn’t have come to such a dangerous place, had Yun Ran not invited him.

Yun Ran sensed Yun Jinyang’s tension without saying pointless words to relax him.

Instead, he directly handed Yun Jinyang a small hammer-like item.

"This is a Magic Artifact I refined, to keep you safe."

Yun Jinyang’s eyes flickered, slightly surprised, perhaps not expecting Yun Ran’s sensitivity.

Although a bit tense, he didn’t show any significant movements.

Before coming here, he had prepared for the risks, so his tension was merely a physiological reaction.

But more intriguing to Yun Jinyang was, he clearly saw Yun Ran having nothing beside him earlier.

So, where did this little hammer come from?

But fortunately, Yun Jinyang was a person of restraint; despite many questions in mind, he could suppress his curiosity and not ask.

Unbeknownst to Yun Jinyang, it was precisely these traits that made Yun Ran willing to form an in-depth partnership with him.

Taking the small hammer, Yun Jinyang was about to express thanks.

But as his hand touched the hammer, a wave of warmth spread throughout his body.

Words of gratitude turned into another remark: "This warmth..."

Yet, fortunately, Yun Jinyang realized he overstepped and quickly shut his mouth.

His face returned to the composed demeanor of a president, smiling as he said, "It seems I’ve benefited from you again. In return, I’ll transfer you a grand flat later."