Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling

Chapter 1286: Chapter 1282

If it were before today, Young Master Xue might have swallowed his disgust for the so-called bigger picture, and given the other party some face.

But now, sorry, he has already signed a contract with the residual soul of the Ancient Beast, so naturally he is not afraid of these people causing him trouble.

Besides, he is well aware of why the other party is looking for him at this moment, nothing more than for the identity of that person in the small building or the residual soul of the Ancient Beast.

But no matter which it is, he will not disclose anything, so it’s best not to meet at all, that way he can at least maintain some dignity.

"Logically, within the realm of our Divine Sword Manor, any guest who has an issue may come to me, but now I’m afraid that’s not possible, I have some extremely important matters to handle on my end."

Upon finishing his words of refusal, Young Master Xue turned to his subordinate beside him: "Go find the Second Elder to handle this matter."

"Young Master Xue..."

The visitor originally thought that inviting him would be a smooth task, unexpectedly, it turned out to be such a result, making him somewhat anxious.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted, and clearly Young Master Xue and his party had no intention of entangling with him.

Having given orders, he directly hurried away with his other subordinates, with such an appearance as though there were indeed extremely urgent matters to attend to.

The person left behind by Young Master Xue was also a schemer, warmly seizing the visitor’s arm.

"Come, the Second Elder is over there, let me take you, our Second Elder is the Manor Master’s own uncle, there is nothing in Divine Sword Manor that he doesn’t know, his say is no less than that of the Young Master."

Yun Ran had no idea that such a grand saga would unfold after she left.

Sitting inside the carriage, Dragon Spirit carefully glanced around the interior and reluctantly nodded.

"The interior decor, though it can’t compare to luxury cars, it’s considered lavish for this time. I just knew, no matter where you go, you won’t treat yourself poorly."

Having said that, Dragon Spirit slouched comfortably, half-closed eyes enjoying the experience of the ancient luxurious carriage.

Just then, the carriage unexpectedly came to an abrupt stop.

Dragon Spirit showed no surprise at such a sudden incident, if everything went smoothly, then he would really doubt life.

"I just knew this would happen, now I really believe you have a bit of bad luck on you."

Anyway, wherever Yun Ran is, no matter what happens, Dragon Spirit can accept it.

"I’ll go check what’s happening?"

Dragon Spirit lifted the curtain and directly jumped out of the carriage, curious to see what new trouble arose this time.

Ma San held a whip, as soon as the carriage stopped he jumped off, not far away on the road laid a blood-soaked person.

Originally, he planned to check the situation first, then report back.

But unexpectedly, the man who appeared to have an extraordinary relationship with the master also got off, Ma San immediately retreated respectfully by a few steps.

The air was faintly imbued with the scent of blood, Dragon Spirit frowned slightly, intuitively feeling that the person lying on the ground was in dire straits.

"Check to see if they’re still breathing."

When there’s someone to order around, Dragon Spirit usually does so; if he were to handle everything himself, he’d appear too cheap as a Dragon King.

"Yes, I’ll do it right away."

Ma San quickly jogged over, turned over the person on the ground, and pressed his hand against the carotid artery on the neck.

A faint pulse came from underneath his fingers, but it was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

"Mr. Long, this person only has one last breath."

Ma San looked at the person on the ground, their body covered in blood stains, with wounds so severely mangled the flesh couldn’t be distinguished, and the skin on the entire face was scraped until their features were unrecognizable.

Such a tragic sight, combined with the close proximity, made the dense smell of blood invade his nostrils.

If Ma San hadn’t witnessed even more gruesome scenes before, he might have been completely overwhelmed by the dual assault on his senses.

Upon hearing that there was still breath, Dragon Spirit stepped forward, took out a golden pill from his person, and tossed it into Ma San’s hand.

"Feed it to him!"

Dragon Spirit felt that he was becoming more and more human, with a heart growing softer.

If it were in the past, he wouldn’t have parted with such a precious pill for someone who was about to die.

The medicinal fragrance suppressed the scent of blood and wafted gently near Ma San’s nose, he paused momentarily, then quickly recovered, swiftly stuffing the pill into the mouth of the person on the ground.

The wounds, which had been oozing blood, suddenly stopped bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ma San had long known that the master’s background was extraordinary, but never expected even the friends around the master to be so incredible, the items produced could be described as miraculous.

He reached out again to probe the pulse on the person’s neck; the almost undetectable pulse had finally regained strength.

"Great, this person is going to live."

This did not surprise Dragon Spirit at all. The medicine he gave out couldn’t possibly be ineffective.

"Clean up, and get ready to set off again."

Dragon Spirit turned and left, not bothering with the person on the ground or wondering when they would regain consciousness.

Ma San hurriedly propped the person up against a large stone nearby, stuffed their hand with some water and food while unconscious, and arranged a simple talisman to ward off wild beasts before he left at ease.

Being able to save a life was already against the grain for people from the Dark Hall, to take care of them well-fed and properly was a pipe dream.

Moreover, they had only one carriage; even if they brought them along, there was no place to settle them.

He dared not let the master suffer, getting too close to this person whose identity was unknown and soaked in blood.

The carriage restarted, Yun Ran sat inside leisurely reading a book, not asking Dragon Spirit about what happened or how he handled it.

It can be said, with Dragon Spirit around, Yun Ran indeed has a lot less to worry about.

Yun Ran doesn’t ask or express, and Dragon Spirit won’t speak; once he sat in the carriage, he began to lament, "These ancient days compared to our previous days are truly incomparable.

Not to mention other things, just speaking of safety, there on a proper official road lay such a heavily wounded person, and yet no one cared."

Yun Ran casually glanced up, showing a response to Dragon Spirit’s words, lest Dragon Spirit felt neglected.

It was this glance that made Yun Ran’s gaze freeze momentarily, scrutinizing Dragon Spirit up and down, as if suddenly he had something new about him.