The fortune telling was so accurate that I accidentally accumulated a huge amount of merit!

Chapter 1330 A Sense of Crisis Arises
In the side room.

Qinglong looked at the bald monk with some confusion: "Why did you stop me earlier?"

"I've fought her before."

There's no need to explain who she is.

Qinglong didn't rush to speak, and waited for the bald monk to continue.

"The sword in her hand is no ordinary weapon; it contains a special power. I suspect that a true god might be standing behind her..."

Qinglong's expression changed slightly. If there were anyone in this world who was closest to and understood the gods the most, it would definitely be the people of their temple.

"You're not seeing things?"

The bald monk shook his head, then nodded, his meaning clear: he hadn't misread it; it was true!

"How could this be..."

He hadn't initially thought in that direction, so when he first heard the information, Qinglong couldn't help but be astonished.

But on second thought, that woman in the red cloak could not only control a terrifyingly powerful dragon spirit, but also withstand their gravitational pressure.

Especially that woman, who looked even younger than these well-known geniuses.

Then there's a real god standing behind her, and everything makes sense.

The tightness in Qinglong's chest, which had been bothering him, strangely dissipated.

Therefore, they were not manipulated by an unknown person; the power behind the other party was probably no less than that of the temple.

The bald monk waited until Qinglong had processed his last emotions before speaking again.

"The other side must have guessed our identities, but we don't know their background. Given this information asymmetry, the decision we made was probably inappropriate."

At this point, there was no need for anyone to tell them that the information they had received differed from reality.

Qinglong nodded, raised his hand, and a wisp of green smoke appeared out of thin air.

"Investigate!"

As the sound faded, the wisp of smoke disappeared once more.

Clearly, this was their temple's own channel for gathering information.

Having accompanied the young prince, Qinglong only glanced at the letter that the people below had passed on to the young prince.

The information above did not reveal that such a dangerous person was hidden here.

Earlier, the bald monk deliberately interrupted Qinglong to give them an extra night to gather information.

"We need to ask the people in Meicheng again!"

After discussing it in the side room, the two immediately went their separate ways.

That night, only Yunran slept the best.

In that courtyard, which Yun Ran could see but not touch, the little paper figure was making a ruckus.

It stood with its hands on its hips, its face contorted in a fierce expression, and its voice was both cute and menacing.

"I don't care, I'm going out! My master is back! If you don't open the door, I'll fight you!"

God knows how happy it was when it realized its master had entered the hideout.

But it never expected that what Chi Yao said during the day about making some protection and upgrades to the courtyard would actually result in the entire courtyard becoming ethereal. What alarmed the little paper doll even more was that after such a large courtyard disappeared into thin air, no one seemed to notice anything amiss.

It was as if, as the courtyard faded and disappeared, the memories in the minds of everyone who lived in this stronghold also vanished.

Chi Yao looks young, but like many elderly people, he sleeps very little.

It was late at night, yet he still had the leisure to sit in the middle of the courtyard, enjoying the moonlight and basking in the sun by himself.

Even though the little paper figures were so angry, Chi Yao remained calm.

Even though the little paper figure was somewhat wary of Chi Yao, it couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward to try and grab Chi Yao's face.

It wanted to see if this person's skin was really that thick.

This is the territory of its owner. After Chi Yao moved in, it was a bit like a cuckoo taking over the nest.

Now that the owner has returned, he can't get in. Is there any justice in this world?
I'm talking to you!!!

The courtyard was blurred, so the sounds inside couldn't escape at all, and the little paper figure naturally stopped suppressing its voice.

The sound, clearly carrying a hint of sonic attack, reached Chi Yao's ears and felt like a tickle.

Chi Yao was unaffected, but Ma San, hiding in the corner of the courtyard, tried his best to keep his presence to himself.

I felt as if the blood in my chest had a mind of its own, eagerly wanting to burst out of my mouth.

He pressed down hard, then reluctantly took out a white jade bottle and poured out a pill that Yun Ran had given him earlier.

After taking the pill, the tightness in my chest finally eased.

At this moment, he felt neither astonishment nor inferiority at being inferior to a mere paper puppet, nor did he harbor any dark thoughts.

On the contrary, those eyes burst forth with astonishing joy, an excitement that made their future prospects shine brightly.

How can this not be attributed to the virtue of his ancestors, which gave him the opportunity to follow his master?

Otherwise, how could someone like him, at the very bottom of the Dark Palace, have the chance to witness these 'divine methods' that he had never even heard of before!
Seeing that the little paper figure was about to go berserk, Chi Yao finally put down his wine cup.

He said in a mysterious way, "This is your master's destiny. You only need to know that I will never harm your master."

The little paper doll is intelligent, but its intelligence is not like that of a real adult; it is not rigid and inflexible.

"I don't care, I'm going to find my master. If you try to stop me again, I'll show you what it means to be a troublesome brat!"

It's its master's darling little servant, and it's an easy task to sow discord between its master and servants!
Chi Yao sighed. If he hadn't gone through a cycle of reincarnation, he wouldn't have wanted to be this villain.

"If I told you that you would die after you went out, and that your master would be severely injured and half-dead because of your death, would you still insist?"

Will the owner be seriously injured?
The little paper figure looked shocked and instinctively retorted, "Impossible! My master is the strongest; he grows stronger when facing a stronger opponent..."

But before it could finish speaking, Chi Yao interrupted it.

"You were made using your master's blood essence. Puppetry isn't a particularly profound or secretive technique. Once it's cracked, that drop of blood essence will become the best tool for others to scheme against your master."

The little paper figure froze instantly. If Chi Yao hadn't pointed it out, it would never have thought of it in that direction.

The people they encountered before were no match for them at all.

Let alone capturing them to break their master's methods, there are very few who can even fight them to a draw.

The little paper figure glanced at Chi Yao, then instinctively dodged to the furthest point from him, a sense of crisis rising within it.