The fortune telling was so accurate that I accidentally accumulated a huge amount of merit!

Chapter 1282 shows he's got a bit of bad luck on him.
Before today, Young Master Xue might have suppressed his disgust and given the other party some face for the sake of the so-called bigger picture.

But now, sorry, he has already signed a contract with the remnant soul of an ancient ferocious beast, so naturally he is not afraid of these people causing him trouble.

Moreover, he knew very well why the other party was looking for him at this time; it was nothing more than the identity of the person in the small building, or the remnant soul of an ancient ferocious beast.

But no matter what it is, he will never reveal it, so it's best not to meet him. That way, at least you can save face.

"Logically speaking, any guest with a problem can come to me within the territory of my Divine Sword Manor, but I'm afraid that's not possible now, as I have some very important matters to attend to."

After refusing, Young Master Xue turned to his subordinate and said, "Go and fetch the Second Elder to handle this matter."

"Young Master Xue..."

The man had thought the trip to invite someone would go smoothly, but he was surprised by the outcome and became quite anxious.

But he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Young Master Xue and his entourage clearly had no intention of getting entangled with him. After giving their instructions, they hurriedly left with the rest of their men.

He looked as if he really had something very urgent to deal with.

The person who was left behind by Young Master Xue was also cunning; he immediately stepped forward and enthusiastically grabbed the other person's arm.

"Come, the Second Elder is over there. I'll take you there. Our Second Elder is the Manor Lord's uncle. There's nothing in Divine Sword Manor that he doesn't know. His authority is no less than that of the Young Manor Lord."

Yunran had no idea that so much drama was to unfold after she left.

Sitting inside the carriage, Long Ling carefully examined the interior and nodded reluctantly.

"The interior here, while not comparable to luxury cars, is still considered luxurious at this time. I knew that no matter where you go, you won't mistreat yourself."

After saying that, Long Ling simply slumped down and half-closed his eyes, enjoying the experience of this ancient luxury carriage.

Just then, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Long Ling showed no surprise at this unexpected turn of events; if everything had gone smoothly, he would have questioned his existence.

"I knew this would happen. Now I truly believe that you have a bit of bad luck on you."

Anyway, no matter what happens, Long Ling is never surprised when Yun Ran is around.

"Shall I go see what's going on?"

Long Ling lifted the carriage curtain and jumped down. He wanted to see what kind of trouble this time.

Holding a whip, Ma San jumped off the carriage the moment it stopped. Not far away on the official road, lay a person covered in blood.

He originally planned to check the situation first before reporting back.

But to his surprise, Mr. Long, who seemed to have an unusual relationship with his master, also came down. Ma San immediately stepped back respectfully.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the air. Long Ling frowned slightly, instinctively sensing that the person lying on the ground was probably not well.

"Go check if that person is still breathing."

When he can order people around, the Dragon Spirit usually does so. If he were to do everything, then his position as the Dragon King would seem somewhat cheap.

"Yes, I'll go right away."

Ma San quickly ran over, turned the person on the ground over, and placed his hand on the carotid artery in the neck. He felt a faint pulse, but it was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

"Mr. Long, this man is on his last breath."

Ma San looked at the man on the ground, whose body was covered in blood, his wounds were a bloody mess, and the skin on his face was so worn that it was impossible to see what it originally looked like.

The horrific scene, coupled with the proximity, meant that the strong stench of blood assaulted Ma San's nostrils.

If Ma San hadn't witnessed far more gruesome scenes, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand the combined visual and olfactory impact.

Hearing that the man was still breathing, Long Ling stepped forward, took out a golden pill from her person, and tossed it into Ma San's hand.

"Feed him!"

Long Ling felt that she was becoming more and more like a human being, with a soft and gentle heart.

In the past, he would never have been willing to give such a precious pill to someone who was about to die.

The scent of medicine, which overpowered the smell of blood, reached his nose. Ma San was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and stuffed the pill into the mouth of the man on the ground.

The wound, which had been bleeding intermittently, stopped bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ma San knew from the beginning that his master's background was not simple.

Unexpectedly, even the master's friends are so extraordinary; the things they brought out can only be described as divine medicine.

He reached out again to check the pulse on the man's neck. The pulse, which had been so weak it was almost undetectable, finally became strong again.

"That's great, this person can come back to life."

Long Ling was not surprised at all; how could the medicine he gave out be ineffective?

"Pack up and get ready to start again."

Long Ling turned and left, no longer caring about the person on the ground, what was wrong with him, or when he would wake up.

Ma San quickly helped the man to a large rock nearby, gave him some water and food, and set up a simple protective formation against wild animals before turning away with peace of mind.

Being able to save people is already out of character for people from the Dark Palace; taking them away and taking good care of them is just a pipe dream.

Moreover, they only had one carriage, and even if they brought this person along, there was nowhere to put him.

He dared not offend his master by letting this blood-soaked man, whose identity and background were still unknown, get too close.

The carriage started moving again. Yunran sat inside, leisurely reading the book in her hands, neither asking Longling what had happened nor how he had dealt with it.

All I can say is that with Long Ling around, Yun Ran really has much less to worry about.

Yunran didn't ask, but that didn't mean Longling wouldn't say. As soon as he got into the carriage, he began to sigh, "Life in ancient times is really incomparable to the life we ​​used to live."

Putting everything else aside, just look at the security situation. Right there on the main road, there's a person lying there, practically dying, and nobody cares.

Yunran had only glanced up casually, as a response to Longling's words, so as not to make Longling feel neglected.

But that one glance made Yun Ran's gaze freeze, and she looked Long Ling up and down as if he had suddenly gained something.