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

Chapter 172 Actually, men cry too!
The soul attack that even members of the Xuanmen sect might not be able to withstand was of little use to Yun Ran; it was just a bit noisy.

Unfortunately, this isn't something you can block out by covering your ears; otherwise, she might have really just let it go.

Yunran waved her hand, and the little paper figure stuck to the window immediately flew out.

The blind Taoist priest, who was silently crumbling, turned his head, and the transparent membrane over his eyes fell off again, just in time to see the shadow of the little paper figure flying away.

The ghostly wails, like those of a summoning spirit, reached his ears, and the blind Taoist priest stared at Yun Ran in shock.

"No, have you broken any heavenly laws? Why are evil cultivators targeting you wherever you go? Heaven really wants to kill you!"

The blind Taoist's third eye is truly a bug; once activated, it can really know anything. Yunran felt like she was becoming invisible in front of him.

Is it that she wants to encounter these troubles everywhere? It's all because of this broken fate of hers; wherever she goes, she faces countless troubles.

She could only helplessly shrug: "What can I do? I'm not favored by the heavens. Just like those beauties who attract scumbags, every time a scoundrel touches me, he's sure to get what he wants."

If it were an ordinary person, they would really be doomed if they encountered someone similar.

Perhaps it was because of Yun Ran, this guy with an innately unlucky holy body, that the blind Taoist priest suddenly felt that he wasn't so sad anymore.

He even had the mood to comfort Yunran: "It's okay, it's just trouble. You're not going to die anyway. Oh, right, I'm going to find the Nine Yang Grass in a bit, so you don't need to come with me."

The blind Taoist priest clearly felt that Yun Ran's unlucky constitution, marked by the Heavenly Dao, would affect his search for the Nine Yang Grass.

Yunran: ...

In the blink of an eye, the little paper figure had arrived at Kuroki Renki's dojo. Looking at the two little devils howling beside the old monk, the two were filled with hatred as enemies met.

With a whoosh, it rushed over, so fast that even the old monk didn't have time to react. The two little devils were slapped away by the little paper figure's palm.

Hisao Segawa looked at the paper figure and immediately flew into a rage: "Teacher, this is that little bitch's trick!"

The old monk, however, did not fly into a rage as expected. Instead, he watched with great interest as the little paper figure beat the two little demons until they could no longer make a sound.

Having completed the task assigned by its master, the little paper figure was immediately satisfied and patted off non-existent dust from its hands.

As for the old monk's interested gaze upon it, and the idiot's hateful look as he released the demon soul, they had absolutely no effect on the little paper figure.

In a flash, the little paper figure disappeared right before the eyes of Hisao Segawa and the others.

It's like when you're staring intently at a mosquito, without even blinking, but the mosquito just disappears right in front of you.

Hisao Segawa's eyes immediately darkened: "Teacher... this..."

The old monk's smile deepened: "Very good, very good. To use an old Chinese saying, this is like finding something you've been searching for everywhere without any effort!"

The weapon-forging technique he had searched for for many years without success was now found on a small paper doll.

Moreover, he was quite certain that the little paper figure was not weak, and had even developed its own intelligence, capable of simple thinking.

If he could obtain the method to refine paper dolls, he would be the number one weapon refiner.

The two little devils were trembling with fear after being beaten, and now they were squatting in the corner, not daring to move at all, not knowing what method the old monk would use to deal with them.

An ordinary rope flew out of the old monk's hand. The rope, as if possessing a spirit, rushed over and bound the two little devils tightly.

Hisao Segawa felt a sense of unease as he watched his teacher's actions.

Sure enough, the teacher's voice, tinged with a warning, came: "From today onwards, Yunran is your junior sister. I don't want to see you two killing each other anymore, understand?" Hisao Segawa's heart sank to the bottom. He had a very good relationship with his senior brother.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have fled to his senior brother as soon as he was injured, and his senior brother wouldn't have avenged him without asking why.

Now that his senior brother is dead, the teacher has taken a liking to Yun Ran's methods and even asked him to put aside his grudges and live peacefully with Yun Ran.

He knew his teacher's methods all too well. If he dared to disobey his teacher, he was afraid he wouldn't even be able to leave his senior brother's dojo.

Hisao Segawa could only lower his head, grit his teeth, and acquiesce.

From beginning to end, neither of them had ever considered that Yunran would refuse the matter; they thought that once they made the decision, the matter was settled.

The two bound little devils became the old monk's 'gift' to his little disciple Yunran.

The little paper doll's entire journey from leaving to returning took no more than 3 minutes. The blind Taoist priest was amazed at how quickly the little paper doll had appeared back.

His eyes darted around, and he immediately set his sights on something.

"I see that your little paper doll is really efficient. I'm going to find the Nine Yang Grass later, and I only have one pair of eyes. Could you lend me the little paper doll? Having an extra pair of eyes will make things much easier..."

As the blind Taoist priest spoke, he remembered the fact that he had been taken advantage of, and his eyes immediately turned red.

Yunran: ...

She's learned a lot now; who says only women like to cry? Men cry too!

"Okay, okay, I'll borrow it, alright?"

Honestly, that look gave her goosebumps.

The blind Taoist priest happily trotted away with the little paper figure, and Yunran finally had time to slowly organize the things she had bought.

She casually placed the ornaments aside, intending to focus on dealing with the rare and precious materials she had bought.

The ginseng fruit suddenly screamed: [Host, look! The eyes of that ornament are moving!!!]

Yunran had her back to the ornaments, but when she heard what the ginseng fruit said, she turned her head and met the eyes of one of the ornaments that were rolling around.

The ornament hadn't expected to be caught red-handed, so it immediately stopped moving, thinking it was safe that way.

Yunran picked up the ornament out of curiosity. Before the ginseng fruit reminded her, she hadn't noticed anything wrong with it.

Especially now, she still hasn't detected anything unusual about the ornament, which is truly strange.

Something that can conceal one's presence is no ordinary item; did she just stumble upon a bargain?

Yunran poked the ornament's face: "What are you?!"

The ornament continues to play dead.

"I'm very powerful. If you keep pretending to be dead, I'll make sure you really die!"

As she spoke, Yunran took out a peach wood sword, looking like she was about to chop someone up if they didn't move.

The ornament was immediately frightened; its large eyes instantly came to life, filled with mist, and it looked pitiful and begging for mercy.

(End of this chapter)