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

Chapter 1329 Yun Ran got a freebie
That chilling feeling was like a maggot clinging to my bone, impossible to ponder in detail.

At this moment, Qinglong clearly realized a fact: he could no longer be led by the nose by Yunran.

Otherwise, he would be completely trapped in the vortex that Yunran had deliberately created.

When Qinglong looked at Yunran again, there was obvious fear in his eyes. Yunran's methods seemed to be just minor tricks and were not respected by others.

However, it is quite useful; people with weak willpower may be subtly influenced at any time.

Even he was angered by these sarcastic remarks.

After calming himself down, he finally spoke: "All land under heaven belongs to the king. If members of the royal family wish to requisition this territory of Meicheng, it is within the bounds of propriety and law."

Yun Ran raised an eyebrow. Qinglong's use of imperial power to refute her earlier claim that these people had occupied her territory was indeed reasonable.

Wait, does this mean that among the people who broke into the stronghold, there are members of the royal family?

Yun Ran's smirk vanished instantly. She hated dealing with people of such ridiculously high status; it was too much trouble!

She immediately lost the will to continue the verbal battle, and her expression fell, as if the other party owed her a few small goals.

"Fine, we can't afford to offend those with special privileges. Now, tell us, what exactly do you want?"

Yunran's direct approach was clearly what Qinglong and the others wanted.

Before coming here, Qinglong was simply accompanying the young prince on this trip.

The rumors circulating in Meicheng are so outrageous that even the royal family is getting restless, fearing some uncontrollable risks may have arisen.

However, he did not expect that there was a dragon spirit here with terrifying strength. He had to use his trump card to barely trap the dragon spirit.

Now, another extremely troublesome Yunran has appeared, and Qinglong doesn't know whether to say that his luck is good or bad.

The bald monk's gaze fell on the peach wood sword in Yun Ran's hand, which looked rough and worn.

He had experienced the power of this sword before, and he even faintly sensed a power in its aura that could tear through space.

Faced with such an unapproachable power, even the temple's servants couldn't help but feel a sense of fear that they couldn't explain.

A very faint thought lingered in his mind: that there must be an immortal standing behind Yunran.

Just as Qinglong was about to reveal his purpose, the bald monk stepped forward and interrupted him.

"It's getting late."

Everyone present was intelligent; they all instantly understood the meaning behind those words.

Qinglong and the bald monk grew up together, and their tacit understanding meant they didn't need any extra words to communicate.

He immediately swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Yun Ran narrowed her eyes slightly. Even though she knew the bald monk was doing it on purpose, she didn't expose him.

"Then let's talk again tomorrow during the day. I hope your so-called royal family member will be here then. My time is very valuable!"

The only one who was completely bewildered throughout the entire process was Long Ling.

He had never seen this kind of negotiation pace before; just a few minutes ago, the two sides were in a tense atmosphere.

Yunran maintained the upper hand throughout, repeatedly slapping her opponent in the face.

How did things go from a temporary reconciliation to the bald monk inexplicably starting to drive people away?

Are all humans with high levels of cultivation so eccentric in temperament?
In this light, Yun Ran, her junior uncle, and the elders of Qingfeng Temple all seem perfectly normal. With this comparison, the disdain in Long Ling's eyes was almost overflowing when she looked at the bald monk and the others.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What kind of good thing could possibly attack a dragon spirit like me, a symbol of good fortune?!"

Yunran had no intention of leaving the reception courtyard. Firstly, she couldn't return to her own courtyard for the time being, and secondly, she didn't trust the two people.

Long Ling is still trapped; she won't feel at ease if she's not here to watch over her.

The dragon spirit is a treasure from head to toe, and even she has never actively coveted it. If the dragon spirit's blood, scales, or anything else were to fall into the hands of someone else, she would be at a huge loss.

The effects of gravity in the yard still exist.

At first, Yunran was greatly affected by this gravity, but now she has adapted to most of it.

At least, taking action is not as difficult as it was at the beginning.

Now it's just that the movements are a little slower.

Yun Ran reached into her bag and pulled out the bag containing the makeshift tent. With a shake, the tent's basic shape was revealed.

She made no attempt to hide this from anyone, clearly intending to let Qinglong see for himself that she possessed a rare and precious treasure.

When the bald monk saw that Yun Ran hadn't left but had instead taken out a makeshift tent, his eyes were filled with clear astonishment.

Immediately afterwards, his gaze turned to the direction where the cloak obscured the view.

"The legendary Qiankun Bag?"

The sound was so faint that even Qinglong, who was standing not far from him, did not hear it.

Yunran didn't care what the two people thought, and quickly set up the tent.

After crawling into the tent, Yunran sat down cross-legged.

Such a good training ground should not be wasted; that would be a huge loss.

Back then, she spent a fortune, but could only find a training room with a maximum gravity of five times, and even then, there were time and identity restrictions.

Nowadays, this place is a natural, free place with ten times the gravity; using it to sleep would be a complete waste.

Qinglong and the bald monk never dreamed that Yunran would take advantage of the magical artifacts they had specially set up to defend against external enemies.

Yunran took out a small porcelain-white jade bottle from her bosom, poured out a pill, and swallowed it.

Then they covered the inside of the makeshift tent with various defensive and offensive talismans, and also installed several special array plates.

Only then did he begin his cultivation with satisfaction.

Yunran was quite at ease, completely disregarding how Qinglong and the bald monk felt upon seeing the rather incongruous tent in the courtyard.

The bald monk opened his mouth, but in the end, he swallowed the words that were about to come out. There was no point in arguing at this point.

"Let's go to the side room next door first."

Clearly, the bald monk had something very important to tell Qinglong.

When the two left, they were not worried at all that the trapped dragon spirit would escape or that Yun Ran would launch a surprise attack.

The courtyard suddenly became empty, and the dragon spirit, which was only the size of a yellow ox and was suspended in mid-air, had tears of emotion in its eyes.

"Waaaah... I knew it! Yun Ran has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He was worried I'd get ambushed, so he specially stayed here to watch over me..."