After My Thoughts Were Read, My Master Led Me to Change My Fate - Chapter 48.2

Ning Songwu’s looks were inherently delicate but cool, and her spiritual root was the bone-chilling Ice element. Such a cold and firm sentence coming from her mouth somehow seemed reasonable.

She maintained a stern face, looked at the person before her, and slightly lowered her eyes, appearing somewhat angry.

[He looks so handsome!] Ning Songwu spontaneously praised in her heart.

[Master is truly, truly amazing…]

[Alright, alright…]

[It seems I need to hurry up with the Spirit Gathering Talismans. The surrounding area is easy to draw, but the core talisman is really difficult.]

[Master looks like she hasn’t rested well. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to learn to draw overly elaborate talismans. Better not to braid it either.]

[There will be plenty of time in the future.]

[Medicine Sect… So annoying…]

[Medicine Sect, truly so annoying.]

Rong Yuan seemed somewhat exasperated and said, “None of those human people are this anxious. Your Majesty should remain calm…”

Ye Wuchen looked sideways and said coldly, “That is my daughter, the only child Qingxi left behind. You want me to be calm?”

She had been on the throne for only half a day, but the inherent aura of the position was already subtly emerging. Even Rong Yuan felt her heart tremble when meeting her gaze.

But what did that matter?

Rong Yuan straightened her back and walked over, saying, “Please don’t forget, she is ultimately not pure-blooded and cannot inherit the throne.”

“Grand Elder Rong has a cruel heart.” Ran Fanyin’s voice was slightly weak, yet the sarcasm within was unmistakable. “In the Grand Elder’s eyes, can the love between a mother and daughter, or the affection between master and disciple, be erased just by saying she cannot inherit the throne?”

“I was merely reminding His Majesty. It’s not like…”

“Grand Elder must not say that this Venerable One cannot interfere in your clan’s affairs. The two of you invited this Venerable One here, wasn’t it to borrow a hand? You can’t just discard us once we’ve been used.”

Rong Yuan had never been able to out-argue Ran Fanyin, and especially not a Ran Fanyin in a terrible mood. She simply sneered, turned her head away, and ignored her.

Ran Fanyin silently clenched her fists.

If she didn’t need to put the mastermind into a state of isolation and helplessness from all sides, why would she tolerate this old crow’s hostility here, and why would she suffer this dead fox’s temper?

Moreover, why would she be so worried here?

If it weren’t too difficult to dispatch people from the Sky-Cloud Sect at a moment’s notice, she wouldn’t bother these extremely noble royal personages.

Before long, the first team of people sent out returned. As soon as they reached the door, they knelt down with a whoosh. “Your Majesty… Your Majesty, we didn’t find them.”

The leader barely finished speaking before trembling like a leaf, fearing that the new King before him would take his life in the next second. After all, when Ye Wuxin was still around, even failing to find the little princess’s cat would cost a life.

Ye Wuchen, however, merely gripped her whip tightly, trying her best to keep her voice level. “Then, did you encounter the former King’s remnants?”

“N-no…”

Ye Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief. “You may rise first. Take your sisters and brothers to rest. You’ve also had a tiring day.”

“Your Majesty, we can keep looking. We…”

Ye Wuchen slightly lowered her palm, stopping his words. She then signaled the people behind her to lead them away. Only then did her heart slowly sink a little.

As long as they hadn’t encountered Ye Wuxin’s remnants, the children should be safe. There was no need to worry too much. It was simply that the route they took was different from what they expected. It didn’t matter. They had sent out many people, and she was confident they would find them along the way.

It was alright.

But when team after team reported that they hadn’t found them, Ye Wuchen still became angry. She severely whipped the ground, scaring the leader until he shook three times.

How many entrances to the Abyss are there along the East Sea coast? The people she sent out were enough to guard all the entrances. How could they not be there? How could they not be there?!

She was just about to administer punishment when a series of surprised gasps came from the distance.

(3)

“A red nine-tailed fox! It’s huge!”

“Who is on its back?!”

A messenger soldier rushed in, practically flying and sprawling, and knelt on the ground. “Your Majesty! Your Majesty! There is a red nine-tailed fox outside the Royal Palace carrying two young girls, demanding entry. This…”

The woman sharply slammed the armrest. “Quickly let the three of them in!”

Ran Fanyin, seated in the guest chair, suddenly recalled some extremely distant memories upon hearing this.

[“Mid-grade? How could it be mid-grade? In the plot, wasn’t Luo Sheng a Heavenly-grade Water Spirit Root? Damn it, why is this author writing nonsense!”]

[“Red nine-tailed fox, Heavenly-grade Water Spirit Root. Why don’t they match up?”]

These were the questions Ning Songwu pondered and thought about daily when she first joined the Sect. Over time, Ran Fanyin also remembered them. However, since Luo Sheng had no hidden illness or injury, these things were inherently somewhat unreliable and were slowly forgotten. The appearance of this red fox today, however, reminded her of a few things.

This was truly quite marvelous.

It was the first time she had heard of a fortuitous encounter that could change one’s bloodline and the grade of their spiritual root.

She suddenly thought of something very interesting. She lightly rested the tip of her fan against her chin and smiled faintly.

Beside her, Helan Mianmian, after reacting, suddenly slapped her chair. She then realized she might have been too blatant, secretly pulled her head back, and transmitted her voice to Ran Fanyin with a poker face: “Sister-Disciple!! That’s Ah Sheng, right!!!”

The kitten’s heart screamed as if she were free-falling from ten thousand meters, yet she had to endure and maintain a cold, detached appearance. This contradiction struck Ran Fanyin as truly hilarious. Just then, Ning Songwu’s typical chattering inner voice mentioned the Royal Palace, providing an annotation to the identity of the travelers.

She nodded, replying to the voice transmission.

Helan grew anxious: “Sister-Disciple, don’t make any movements! Doesn’t this clearly show I’m whispering to you! Why is Ah Sheng so foolish? She should have run away after her bloodline awakened! Why come back? Rong Yuan, that bloodline-supremacist lunatic, will probably just detain her to inherit the great line of succession.”

Ran Fanyin smiled slightly and replied, “Cen Ran is on her way.”

“Sister-Disciple! You truly are! So shrewd and insightful!!”

Ran Fanyin smiled again and casually stroked the kitten’s ear.

It wasn’t that she was shrewd and insightful. It was that the moment Ning Songwu let out that internal sigh, she had notified Cen Ran, instructing her to rush over as quickly as possible.

She could even mentally sketch Luo Sheng’s current appearance now. After all, a certain young girl had repeatedly muttered in her heart, “She’s so beautiful. I really want to pluck her fur.” She wondered what obsession she had with plucking fur, to be so persistent and have thought about it for so many years.

When the two people and one fox entered the hall, Ran Fanyin carefully examined them.

The fox’s fur was excellent, completely red along its spine, but snow-white on its belly and limbs. Its long and soft tail was also red and white. Its muzzle was also beautiful. It was a fox that looked very noble.

More importantly, the mark on its forehead—the mark of flowing water—was carved onto its brow. Its pair of long, narrow fox eyes were slightly narrowed, and the outer corners of its eyes slightly upturned, radiating a subtle aura of arrogance around her.

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

After Luo Sheng let Ning Songwu and Liu Ruoying dismount, she reverted to her human form. The three supported each other and walked towards Ran Fanyin and Helan Mianmian. All five people were carrying injuries to varying degrees, and the pair of master and disciple were heavily wounded. For a moment, there was a certain silence.

Luo Sheng laughed heartily, rubbing her head and breaking the silence. “Wasn’t I awesome, Master? How was that for boosting Ruanxi Peak’s prestige?”

Helan sharply patted her. “Excellent! You gave your Master so much face! I’ll teach you the top-tier formation array techniques when we get back!”

The others all breathed a sigh of relief.