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

Chapter 873 He really managed to climb onto that big thigh.
The dragon spirit's intuition was incredibly accurate; that feeling hadn't completely disappeared yet.

The voice of my junior uncle came to my ear: "Try reaching out your hand."

Logically speaking, these were the words of the person Long Ling admired most and wanted to please the most, so he should have been very happy to do them, at least to gain some points in his image.

But I still vividly remember Yunran's miserable appearance just now.

Long Ling had indeed considered that if he could, he would be willing to bear that pain for Yun Ran.

But isn't there a hypothetical premise? Yunran has already suffered enough, so there's no need for him to suffer any more... right?

However, his hand seemed to have its own ideas, and after his junior uncle finished speaking, it stretched out straight out.

In order not to delay his junior uncle's judgment, he even reached for the other half of the broken magic weapon.

"Sigh~"

The moment her finger was cut, the expression on Long Ling's face could be described as a chaotic mess of features.

He now understood why Yunran had screamed so horribly earlier; the pain was so intense it seemed to penetrate to the very depths of her soul.

The only difference was that his wound, even after several seconds, did not show any brown lines creeping up.

"What does it feel like?"

When Junior Uncle's voice rang out again, Long Ling's mind went blank for a moment.

He really couldn't quite describe that feeling.

After thinking for a moment, Long Ling carefully chose her words: "It hurts a little, but it's bearable."

For a fleeting moment just now, I think I dozed off. If you hadn't called me, I might have completely forgotten where I was.

Having further confirmed his idea, Junior Uncle nodded.

In return, he taught his Purple Talisman to the Dragon Spirit.

This made Long Ling, who had previously been praised for his talent in the art of talismans, feel flattered. He had really managed to climb onto this powerful backer.

Overjoyed, Long Ling had long forgotten about the slight pain in her finger.

Then he happily ran to the side and started practicing.

Seeing that her junior uncle's eyes were fixed on the blood droplets of the dragon spirit, Yunran tentatively called out.

"Little uncle..."

"Take a look yourself with your third eye!"

The junior master wasn't the type to make a conclusion as soon as he discovered something and then teach it to the younger generation; instead, he would let them see for themselves first.

Yunran nodded, her fingers together, tracing a line in front of her eyes.

Where previously only drops of blood could be seen, now swarms of tiny, crawling creatures surrounded them.

Perhaps the blood was her own. When Yun Ran saw this scene, she felt a strange chill in her heart.

The feeling was as if something had taken root in my body and was feeding on my flesh and blood.

Seeing the goosebumps rising on her arm, Yun Ran quickly shifted her gaze back to the gap in Long Ling's previous experiment.

Upon closer inspection, hey, there really is a completely different scene.

If her blood attracts tiny creatures, then the blood of the dragon spirit is like a taboo to them.

The area around the blood droplet was spotless, and even the tiny creatures had all retreated to a completely unobstructed area for them.

This resulted in a scene where an isolation zone appeared in the middle, centered on the blood droplet.

"Are these things afraid of, or rather, disgusted by, the blood of the dragon spirit?"

Junior Uncle felt a little regretful at this moment. He was just a spirit puppet; otherwise, he would have reached out and experimented on it himself long ago.

He had never encountered such a magical artifact before, and it was a real pity that he couldn't experience it firsthand. "This magical artifact should have the function of 'suppressing the soul and exorcising evil spirits'."

At this moment, Yunran felt as if she were carrying a very heavy pot on her back.

Who would have thought that one day, she, the young master of Qingfeng Temple, would be called 'evil'?

This realization made Yunran's face turn somewhat sour.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yun Ran saw Long Ling's face full of excitement, and she suddenly felt a surge of resentment.

This magical artifact really knows how to choose its targets. Against her, it exorcises evil spirits; against the dragon spirit, it only causes a minor discomfort.

The junior uncle could tell what Yun Ran was thinking just by looking at her expression. That's why he said, "She's my own little brat; I can tell what she's up to just by her tail wagging."

He immediately reached out and flicked Yun Ran on the forehead again: "Your bodies and souls are completely incomparable. Stop your smug face!"

Yun Ran's lips twitched involuntarily.

Good heavens, where did that junior uncle who used to look down on Long Ling as just a little mudfish go?

So they're starting to treat me differently now? Dragon Spirit has really managed to climb onto a powerful patron's coattails!

Yun Ran snorted lightly. She was not a petty person, and she would not be jealous of others for gaining her junior uncle's favor.

Beings born and raised in nature are different; she was just an ordinary person, consumed by naked jealousy!

"Didn't Long Ling say before that all these magical artifacts were buried in those stone pillars, and that they all lit up when the formation was activated?"

I suspect that the main purpose of activating that formation was to suppress all living beings in the underground palace, whether human or powerful demons.

Otherwise, this place couldn't have remained so peaceful and orderly for hundreds of years, keeping those powerful demons obedient.

When the junior uncle looked at the magical artifacts on the ground again, his attitude was completely different.

This is truly a wonderful thing, and it's very likely that it's not something that should exist in this little world at all.

"Bring over all the remaining magical artifacts!"

Yunran nodded and took out all the magical artifacts.

When Long Ling presented this magical artifact as a treasure before, Yun Ran confiscated it all.

Looking at the pile of magical artifacts in front of him, the junior uncle once again marveled at the Dragon Spirit Clan's collecting obsession.

This habit, at times, seems to actually be quite useful.

Junior Uncle raised his hand and waved.

The magical artifacts that were originally lying on the ground were now being pulled along by strings...

Uh (⊙o⊙)..., there really are invisible threads binding them together.

The invisible light pulled all the magical artifacts into the air and arranged them neatly.

Then, all the magical artifacts flew towards the ice coffin.

With a "bang," the ice coffin was surrounded by dozens of magical artifacts.

Previously, whenever the ice coffin was attacked and cracked, it would heal quickly.

But now, those magical artifacts are densely embedded in the ice coffin, and the cracks they created have not faded for a long time.

That's not all; the cracks even showed signs of spreading, with dozens of cracks on the verge of merging together.

Suddenly, a puff of white smoke appeared, and the cracks that had been spreading stopped and began to heal subtly again.

Yunran stared intently, her heart pounding with anxiety!

(End of this chapter)