Chapter 555: Chapter 554: Evil Reaps Its Own Reward
Yun Ran’s words echoed like thunder in everyone’s ears, leaving even He Tu momentarily stunned.
He then spoke in disbelief, "You discovered them?"
He always thought the people he’d gathered were his trump card, but Yun Ran had long since found them out, making this trump card significantly less effective.
Yun Ran tilted her head and smiled faintly, "Of course, if they hadn’t all fallen into the Heavenly Net I set up, I wouldn’t have laid all my cards on the table."
In this Heavenly Net array, her voice could travel far, and those hiding dozens of miles away could hear every word.
The Black Robed People immediately wanted to withdraw; they came only to secretly witness Yun Ran’s downfall, not to confront her directly.
But soon, they discovered they couldn’t leave, and whichever direction they chose to retreat, they’d end up back where they started.
The face of their leader turned grim, "We’ve been tricked!"
After a moment of silence, their leader took off his black robe and threw a fireball at it.
The flames instantly devoured the robe, turning it to ash in moments.
The others copied him, burning their own robes; since they couldn’t leave, they couldn’t reveal their identities and had to switch to their true selves.
The old fiends He Tu had gathered looked on from another location, frowning at the activated Heavenly Net array.
"No wonder that old dog He Tu sought reinforcements; this opponent is formidable indeed, even has such an array!"
For people of their stature, maintaining such a powerful array required significant Dao progress.
After trying repeatedly for a while, they couldn’t escape the array’s bounds, no matter what methods they used.
"Since we’ve been invited, let’s go see then; if I’m not mistaken, as long as that person lives, the array won’t be broken."
"Alright, let’s have a look; I’m curious what kind of person could not only defeat He Tu repeatedly but also trap even us. Interesting."
"Just to be clear, whoever grabs the treasure first keeps it!"
The usual disagreeing old fiends surprisingly agreed unanimously this time.
They headed towards where Yun Ran and He Tu were.
Among the three groups, Wanqi Yu’s group was the most shocked, for their Dao progress was genuinely high.
Had Yun Ran not spoken, they wouldn’t have realized they’d already stepped into her array.
Wanqi Yu’s subordinates looked slightly pale, their voices trembling, "Young master... we... we’ve been discovered by that young lady?"
As they spoke, one subordinate’s eyes darted to the Blood Ball in Wanqi Yu’s hand.
Before Yun Ran spoke, the little creature was jumping around, but now it was quiet, as if in hibernation.
He couldn’t help but think: Even nowadays, little creatures know how to read the situation.
Wanqi Yu didn’t respond directly but looked around before giving orders, "Try walking back in!"
He wanted to test his hypothesis; his men promptly followed without asking why.
Soon, those who had left in different directions gathered again.
Everyone wore expressions of disbelief.
One person swallowed hard before saying, "No one told us this young lady had such means."
With such means, if Yun Ran wanted to trap someone to death, they’d likely turn to bones without escaping.
Wanqi Yu, who had been worried, suddenly relaxed a lot.
"Let’s go!"
They had come to help; if Yun Ran was formidable, it only boosted their confidence.
In the array’s center, He Tu glared at Yun Ran with intense killing intent, wary and tense.
He couldn’t fathom why his Blood Curse was ineffective; he’d used it only three times in his life.
The first time, he stumbled upon the Forbidden Technique, secretly practiced it, and was about to master it when his senior brother found out.
His senior brother wanted to take him to their master, which would end his future. In desperation, he attacked his senior brother.
Once someone crosses certain lines, many things become easier.
The second time, he used the Forbidden Technique’s Blood Curse on his master. It was his master’s fault for stubbornly seeking his senior brother’s killer after two to three decades.
The first two times had never failed, making He Tu see the Blood Curse as his trump card, rarely to be used.
But now, seeing Yun Ran weakened yet unscathed gave him a bad premonition.
"Why doesn’t the Blood Curse work on you?"
He Tu couldn’t comprehend and directly asked Yun Ran; he couldn’t accept an imperfect trump card.
Before his voice faded, he spat out blood, fell to one knee, looking especially miserable.
Yun Ran’s face showed a hint of schadenfreude: Well, that’s what you get; harming others only harms yourself.
However, she wasn’t some soft-hearted saint and naturally wouldn’t reveal the truth to He Tu.
Choosing some piercing words, she grinned and said, "Of course, because you’re too weak, your tricks don’t work on me.
Tsk tsk tsk, look at your miserable state. Not only did you not hurt me, you ended up suffering backlash and looking pathetic.
I seriously doubt your claims of capturing child prodigies to refine Blood Pills were just boasting to glorify yourself."
The Little Paperman hovering beside Yun Ran resented that awful old man, He Tu, for harming their master.
Hearing their master gloat, they immediately started chattering in agreement.
"Exactly, a boasting fool; how dare he flaunt before our master, shame on him!"
"Oh, hilarious, there are all sorts of people, sticking everything to his face without checking if his old bark-like face can hold it!"
"Master, let’s expose this shameless bastard online, let everyone who knows him laugh at him, destroy him socially!"
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The Little Paperman exhibited acerbity to the fullest, behaving as the perfect scoundrels.