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

Chapter 722 Password correct!

Listening to her grandmaster's words, Yunran already had images in her mind of her junior uncle smashing things, and of course, of course, of her being beaten up.

However, Yun Ran was not one to be afraid, so she only felt a slight chill.

Yun Ran nodded decisively: "Of course."

The Grandmaster's favorite disciple was Yunran. As long as one firmly believes in their heart, nothing can stop them from moving forward.

Your body is too weak; the backlash can only be suppressed for a month at most.

"enough."

With the help of her grandmaster, Yun Ran's injuries were instantly suppressed.

Before Yunran could even express her gratitude, her master swept her out the door with a flick of his sleeve.

【Go. 】

When Yunran saw that the main house was enveloped in a white light, she was speechless.

So, the Grandmaster was taking precautions against his junior uncle coming to smash the door and the memorial tablet, and actually used a Vajra Shield to cover the main house in the backyard.

"Grandmaster, this is too much..."

Yunran wanted to say that her grandmaster lacked martial ethics, which meant that her junior uncle would have nowhere to vent his anger and she would have to suffer double the beating.

But when she thought that it was her own request and that she should bear all the consequences, Yunran had nothing to say.

Yunran could only slowly leave the backyard in the end.

Only after Yunran's figure completely disappeared from the backyard did the Grandmaster return to the memorial tablet.

Before leaving, he muttered to himself, "This kid's still too green. Those tricks are things I've already mastered."

After Yunran returned to her courtyard, she saw Long Ling lying on her swing like she had no bones.

Hearing the sound, Long Ling turned her head and looked over. What she saw almost made her heart jump out of her chest.

He probably just mistook it for a moment.

"My goodness, what are you doing?!"

He didn't follow Yunran to the backyard, thinking that since this was Qingfeng Temple's territory, Yunran shouldn't get into any trouble.

But now, what he saw was less than half an hour in total.

How did Yun Ran break the seal and then swagger up to him?

"Let me see your injuries!!!"

Long Ling is now extremely anxious. He personally witnessed his junior uncle sealing Yun Ran's spiritual platform.

The concern was that if Yun Ran used Xuanmen techniques, the backlash injuries on her body would worsen.

Now, his junior uncle has entrusted him with an important task: to keep a close eye on Yun Ran.

If Yunran were to suffer serious injuries right under his nose, how could he face his junior uncle?

Long Ling's current state perfectly embodies the saying "the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is."

Especially seeing how eager he was to grab Yun Ran and pull her over for a thorough examination, Yun Ran didn't feel so disgusted with Long Ling anymore.

"I'm fine."

Seeing Long Ling's anxious and agitated appearance, Yun Ran spoke calmly.

As a result, these words did nothing to comfort Long Ling.

He quickly made a cut on his arm, and blood immediately gushed out.

Finally, he thrust his arm in front of Yunran.

"Hurry up, drink some of my blood to stabilize yourself. I'll go find Junior Uncle and have him reseal your spiritual platform..."

Back then, Yun Ran's injuries were healed only after his junior uncle extracted a portion of his dragon essence. Therefore, his blood can now be considered a life-saving 'medicine' for Yun Ran.

Yun Ran glanced at Long Ling sideways, then reached out and quickly grabbed Long Ling's arm.

With a forceful squeeze, more blood gushed from Long Ling's arm and flowed into a white jade bottle that Yun Ran had somehow produced.

"Since you're so generous, then I won't stand on ceremony. Why not take it if it's free!"

Pills made with the dragon spirit's blood are far more effective than those made with her blood.

Long Ling stared at Yun Ran in shock, not because Yun Ran had taken his blood, but because Yun Ran's hand was gripping his strong and powerful grip.

This is not the kind of spirit a seriously injured person should have.

"Your injury..."

Yunran had already collected a small white jade bottle, and then took out a new white jade bottle.

The dragon spirit, whose mind was originally focused on Yun Ran's injury, felt Yun Ran squeezing the wound he had made himself.

"Hey, I'm telling you, don't go too far. You've already collected a whole bottle, isn't that enough? You're really taking advantage of me, aren't you?"

Long Ling quickly withdrew her arm, gently wiping the wound with her fingers. The previously gruesome wound immediately healed completely.

A hint of regret flashed in Yun Ran's eyes, and her expression showed even more regret as if she had missed out on a fortune.

Dragon Spirit: ...

"you you you……"

Long Ling was so angry at Yun Ran's blatant gaze that she almost stuttered.

If it weren't for the fact that she was standing on Qingfeng Temple grounds and knew that Yunran was the abbot of Qingfeng Temple, Longling would have genuinely suspected that Yunran was actually an evil cultivator.

Otherwise, why would she look at his arm with such a regretful gaze? That look sent chills down Long Ling's spine.

He felt pain all over his body, and he had a feeling that Yun Ran was not only after his blood, but also his dragon horns and tendons...

Yun Ran carefully put away the white jade bottle containing the dragon spirit blood, a smile appearing on her face.

"Don't be so stingy. Besides, it wasn't me who scratched you."

Long Ling witnessed Yun Ran's 'shamelessness' once again, and he was so angry that he turned around and sat back on the swing.

Sure enough, if you feel sorry for Yunran, then you'll be unlucky for the rest of your life.

Long Ling originally thought that Yun Ran was really angry with him, so she should at least say a few nice words.

As a result, when she turned her head, the spot where Yunran had been standing was no longer occupied.

Dragon Spirit: ...

Enraged, Long Ling revealed its claws, slashing wildly at the air to express its fury.

Yunran had already returned to her room and pressed the button by her bedside.

"Kakaka..."

A very rhythmic mechanical sound came from the floor, and a moment later, a large crack appeared in the floor.

A downward staircase appeared before Yunran.

The moment Yunran's foot stepped onto the first stone slab, the entire tunnel entrance instantly became as bright as day.

After walking slowly down, an underground treasure vault the size of a stadium appeared before Yunran.

The pair of door knockers on the iron gate immediately seemed to come alive, staring with wide eyes.

He said in a measured tone, "Password!"

Without batting an eye, Yun Ran said, "Yun Ran is the most powerful and richest person in the world."

"The password is correct!"