If it weren’t for the considerable benefits received from Yun Ran in the past half-month, the copper mirror would definitely have exploded.
Anyone ordered to betray companions and treated like a beast of burden would be enraged.
In the end, it obediently answered: [The last two copper mirrors should be at the Main Altar, where there is an array restricting prying; not recomnded...]
Yun Ran lay comfortably in the hot spring, utterly relaxed, enjoying this rare tranquility.
Evidently, she only heard the part about the location of the last two copper mirrors, selectively ignoring the risks ntioned afterward.
This attitude left the copper mirror speechless.
Yet the copper mirror hadn’t realized that despite its originally weak spiritual wisdom, now it understood the art of pretending dutifully on the surface while murmuring complaints behind the scenes.
Just as Yun Ran planned to laze around for a few days, spending extra ti in this bustling town.
An abnormal phenonon suddenly occurred.
In the direction of the sky, streaks of red light appeared, accompanied by the power of thunder and lightning.
Yun Ran, in the middle of eating noodles, while holding the bowl, walked to the balcony, watching as she ate.
Occasionally, she’d remark: "Wow, in my lifeti, I didn’t expect to see the legendary heavenly phenonon."
Then, Yun Ran swiftly finished her remaining noodles, and the little paperman had already brought over her fortune-telling magic artifact.
The saying surely goes; nothing is better than having your own well-trained little sidekick who knows exactly what to do without needing a prompt.
"Master, what does this kind of phenonon signify?"
"Either a precious treasure erges, or sothing dreaded by the Heavenly Dao is birthed."
Upon hearing this, the little paperman’s mouth imdiately ford an O shape.
Its Master was rely disliked by the Heavenly Dao and already so unlucky; without relying on Qingfeng Temple’s foundation, she’d be left with nothing but bones.
Now, the situation under this phenonon was likely to end tragically.
Suddenly, it didn’t seem like the Master was all that miserable.
"Master, should we go take a look? Wonder what could cause such a heavenly change."
Yun Ran shook her head quickly: "No, I’m afraid of being implicated."
Although a bit curious, knowing exactly what this sort of phenonon implies, she wouldn’t join the commotion, lest the Heavenly Dao inadvertently include her in its calculations.
Best to stay far away; not every spectacle is safe to watch.
The little paperman felt a bit disappointed, but it paled in comparison to the Master’s safety; curiosity ant nothing.
That night, while Yun Ran slept soundly.
An indistinguishable bird relentlessly chased Yun Ran in her dream, one she just couldn’t shake off.
Within the dream, Yun Ran knew she was dreaming.
And being aware sothing had invaded her dream.
Yet, she simply wouldn’t awaken.
The night-watch little paperman soon noticed Yun Ran’s anomaly.
Normally, sleeping Yun Ran was very peaceful, but currently, despite being asleep, murderous intent was emanating from her almost audibly.
"Master, Master, please wake up."
The little paperman called Yun Ran for a good while, but she showed no signs of waking.
This scared the little paperman imnsely, hurriedly reaching out to shake Yun Ran awake.
At the sa ti, it summoned Mo Zhi.
Mo Zhi had just erged from the Jade when she was startled by Yun Ran’s emitted murderous aura.
Hadn’t it been for the little paperman’s urgent tone, she almost retreated back.
"Mo Zhi, quickly check what’s wrong with the Master?"
The little paperman was nearly in tears; since it was crafted, it was the first ti sothing unknown quietly infiltrated and caught the Master.
Mo Zhi was equally shocked by the scene, suppressing her fear of Yun Ran’s murderous aura.
Yun Ran’s sleeping appearance outwardly showed no change whatsoever.
Had it not been for the emanating murderous aura, few would notice sothing amiss.
Mo Zhi circulated the rit Golden Light within to withstand the aura, carefully examining Yun Ran.
"This... seems sowhat like being caught by a Nightmare?"
This conclusion wasn’t convincing even to Mo Zhi herself; even the little paperman found it ludicrous.
It imdiately opposed: "Impossible, how could the Master be tricked by a re Nightmare!"
Its Master was the temple master of Qingfeng Temple, protected by its prohibition; re demons and evil spirits couldn’t approach.
Upon hearing this rebuttal, Mo Zhi agreed maybe she was mistaken.
Yet, aside from Nightmare, she couldn’t identify anything else awry.
"Never mind, surely the Master has a solution, we should just protect her."
No one knew if there was a Dark Master nearby; should they detect the Master’s emanating murderous aura, the consequences wouldn’t be pleasant.
Currently, the little paperman’s eyes were filled with vigilance against outside threats, never doubting that Yun Ran might fall into a minor trap.
In a swift series of actions, the little paperman controlled the aura within the room, preventing any leakage.
The little paperman’s strength derived from Yun Ran.
Thus, Yun Ran’s emitted murderous aura was of the sa origin for it, with minimal impact.
As for Mo Zhi, such aura proved quite challenging.
Seeing the little paperman settling the situation, Mo Zhi quickly retreated to the corner.
Within the dream, Yun Ran exhausted imnse effort, finally about to retaliate against the invisible foe.
"You damn thing, disrupting my dreams, unless I teach you a lesson, you won’t understand why flowers are red!"
Just as justice was imminent.
Yun Ran awoke!
She was awake!!!
Seeing Yun Ran open her eyes, the little paperman promptly brought water.
"Master, you’re finally awake."
Yun Ran: ...
She’d rather stay asleep, on the brink of dealing with that thing, but now she awoke.
This was akin to being fooled without knowing who did it.
Yun Ran accepted the water cup, gulping it down.
Then she retrieved her fortune-telling tools, her expression completely infuriated.
She never believed in swallowing one’s grievances, insisting on extracting revenge from whoever stirred her wrath.
Seeing Yun Ran fumingly begin fortune-telling, the little paperman wisely withdrew.
Soon, Yun Ran calculated the identity of the dream disruptor.
"So it’s you, you little punk!!!"
Although clueless about who provoked her, the little paperman evidently felt sympathy for that fellow.
Of all people to provoke, it chose its Master.
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