Chapter 1339 - 1335: I Really Am a Genius~
The Azure Dragon knows Yun Ran has a sharp tongue, and he doesn’t want to be poked in the lungs again, so he immediately speaks up, "Come in first."
Seeing the other party unmoved, Yun Ran shrugs indifferently.
His previous words were laced with barbs, just in case it could provoke some reaction, even without knowing if it would work.
Now, the other party seems immune so quickly, well, boring~
"Alright."
The Dragon Spirit had already been awakened by these disturbances, trapped and suspended in mid-air, making him feel ashamed as he was a proud one.
He immediately transformed back into a dragon-shaped shadow; it’s hard to read expressions on a dragon face, roughly equivalent to hiding his embarrassment.
"I really am a clever one~"
Yun Ran entered the meeting hall, casting a glance up at the Dragon Spirit suspended above, his expression unchanged.
With a flip of his wrist, the Peach Wood Sword whipped out a sword flower, striking hard at the air cage.
The Young Prince who was following behind froze abruptly upon seeing Yun Ran’s move.
The speed of that sword flower was too fast, leaving no time for defense; what if it hit someone...
With a loud "bang", the air cage that Dragon Spirit struggled against for so long showed a crack.
And the prayer bead spinning above it, originally moving smoothly, stalled in mid-air due to Yun Ran’s sword flower.
Even the glow of the Magic Artifact dimmed noticeably.
The biggest advantage of the air cage is that unless it’s broken with one hit, any crack will automatically repair over time.
At this moment, seeing the arm-length crack, it was half repaired within a few breaths.
Dragon Spirit grew anxious, finally having a chance to breach the damn cage; without seizing this, he’d really lose defense.
With a sharp Dragon Claw, it moved like a shadow, precisely and fiercely towards the crack, tearing it open.
The once immensely sturdy air barrier was now like torn cloth, easily ripped apart due to one crack.
Yun Ran and the Dragon Spirit worked in unison, breaking the final resort of Azure Dragon and Bald Monk.
"This Dragon King is finally free!!!"
Subsequently, the Dragon Spirit let out a joyful Dragon Roar, if not for the special shielding in place,
this Dragon Roar could cause nearby ordinary people to bleed from their seven orifices.
Watching the Dragon Spirit’s escape, Yun Ran’s lips curled slightly, then he raised his eyebrows towards the entering Azure Dragon and Monk.
Even without speaking, Azure Dragon could see blatant provocation in Yun Ran’s expression.
Anyone with poor self-control would undoubtedly be incited by such a provocative look.
Having suffered once, Azure Dragon directly averted his gaze from Yun Ran, ensuring he wouldn’t get enraged.
Yun Ran sighed, how dull, such a useful tactic, most people fall for it repeatedly.
Only a few can realize the issue after one loss and never fall into the same trap again.
Yun Ran put away the Peach Wood Sword, then waved his hand again.
The prayer bead suspended in the air seemed to be pulled by some special force, landing directly in the Dragon Spirit’s hand.
Everyone present with eyes could see that Yun Ran made no pretense, openly taking it.
The Bald Monk spoke somewhat painfully, "Friend, isn’t this a bit too much, this is my Magic Artifact!"
Better had he not spoken; upon speaking, the Dragon Spirit grasped the beads even tighter.
What ended up in his hand, is there any reason to give it back?
Moreover, Yun Ran tossed it over to him, walking away with it would leave him no dignity.
If mentioned, they’d say, oh, you’re that one who couldn’t protect what’s in your own hand?
Yun Ran showed a faint smile, even though half her face was covered by a mask, the cheerful tone betrayed her good mood.
"Oh, you say it’s yours, then I say it’s mine~"
If it were another item, Yun Ran might have said, "You say it’s yours, then make it acknowledge you."
But since it’s a Magic Artifact, she might really get caught asking that.
"You..."
The Bald Monk was already secretly on guard not to let Yun Ran anger him.
But now, seeing Yun Ran shamelessly, the Monk’s cultivated calm finally broke.
Aware the opponent was agitated, Yun Ran gave them no breathing room.
She immediately continued, "What ’you’ or ’me’, too much nonsense, let’s get to the point!"
This statement blatantly implying Azure Dragon and company were pure wastes, wasting her time.
Afterward, especially seeing them unable to refute, felt sweeter than drinking honey.
Yun Ran stored the Peach Wood Sword, turned around, and sat at the head of the conference hall, fully displaying the host’s posture.
The Dragon Spirit immediately shrank to the size of a raccoon, then happily sat beside Yun Ran.
The one most shocked was the socially highest-ranking Young Prince.
Initially, Yun Ran ignored him, making him think of murdering Yun Ran if given a chance.
Now after witnessing, Yun Ran only gave no face, didn’t give him a sword strike, or publicly berated him, rendering him ashamed, indeed lucky.
Even Azure Dragon and White Tiger, with guts to confront them, dealing with him would be easy.
With this comparison, the Young Prince strangely found a balance.
Azure Dragon and the Bald Monk shared a glance, seeing mutual helplessness in each other’s eyes.
Facing someone like this, reasoning seems improbable, this game, from the start, was suppressed by Yun Ran.
In the end, they could only resign to the disadvantage and took their seats beneath Yun Ran.
As for the weakest Young Prince, if not for his status, he wouldn’t even get a seat.
None dared to pick the three-and-four, landing as far from Yun Ran as possible.
As for followers of the Young Prince entering the courtyard, they’re only stationed outside the conference hall, lacking entry rights.
With a "pop", the door was closed by a gust of palm wind, sealing off all sound inside.
Yun Ran tapped her fingers lightly on the table, "Tell me, what do you people really want!"