Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling
Chapter 171 - 170 I Call You, Do You Dare to Answer? (2 more updates)

Chapter 171: 170 I Call You, Do You Dare to Answer? (2 more updates)

"I’m sorry, but there’s never been a possibility of restarting a project assessment within the Helian Family."

The Helian Family acts only as angel investors, selecting projects stringently, as much to choose the right partners. If just anyone could join their ranks, how unacceptable that would be.

Xiyeno Natsuo had never imagined she would fail, and her expression right now was rather unpleasant, but she still managed to squeeze out a smile.

"May I ask why the Xiyeno Family’s assessment failed?"

Numerous families have asked this question, and of course, there is an official answer.

Whoever takes it seriously is a true fool.

"Comprehensive assessment insufficient."

Xiyeno Natsuo: ...

For the first time, she found it so annoying to have someone spouting bureaucratic nonsense at her.

There was clearly no point in staying any longer. Xiyeno Natsuo could only stand up and place the Nine Yang Grass on the table.

"Although it’s regrettable that the Xiyeno Family didn’t pass the assessment by the Helian Family..."

She paused, then continued, "These are Nine Yang Grasses I acquired from an auction, consider it a token of apology for the disturbance today."

The butler looked at the Nine Yang Grass, which had been artificially inflated countless times in value and couldn’t help but think that Lady Xiyeno was indeed crafty.

Very few could cozy up to the Helian Family. The Nine Yang Grass, at a normal price, wouldn’t exceed 2 billion, and at most, it could go up to 3 billion at auction, tops.

But Lady Xiyeno knew this amount was nothing to the Helian Family and wouldn’t constitute a significant bargaining chip.

She went ahead and increased the Nine Yang Grass’s price to 10 billion, aiming to raise her stakes.

In the end, the Helian Family turned into a sucker footing the bill, but unfortunately, the Helian Family never makes a losing deal.

Accepting the box containing the Nine Yang Grass, the butler said indifferently, "Since Lady Xiyeno is so generous, I shall accept on behalf of the head of the family. I will have someone send a return gift to your mansion later."

Of course, the return gift wouldn’t be worth 10 billion; it was merely shares of a company in a sunset industry worth around 2 billion.

The deficit in value wasn’t his concern.

Xiyeno Natsuo, who had tried to pull a fast one and lost instead, could only maintain a stiff smile as she was escorted out of the estate, having met a mere three people throughout her visit.

Yun Qing dared not even breathe too loudly throughout, as Xiyeno Natsuo’s little aide, witnessing the humiliating details, she had a sinking feeling that bad luck was imminent.

After seeing off the guest, the butler then brought the Nine Yang Grass to the infirmary.

He didn’t dare to lift his gaze at the Old Madam throughout the whole process, his head bowed, fearing to offend the iron-fisted matriarch.

"Old Madam, I have prepared a return gift equivalent to the actual value of the Nine Yang Grass."

The Old Madam nodded in satisfaction.

Having placed the Nine Yang Grass down, the butler promptly exited.

Tan Chengbi curiously examined the Nine Yang Grass, which looked like malnourished weeds, and immediately lost interest, retracting his gaze.

Even if his great-aunt was a ’Brother Supporter’ and he benefited from the connection, having more say than many in the Helian Family, it was still best to gossip less about Helian Family matters.

Right now, his mind was filled with one thing only: to materialize all the brilliant ideas in his head, and presently, he, too, had a ’confidant’.

Yun Ran, back in his hotel room, mysteriously sneezed several times in a row.

[Host, it must be the curse from that Evil Cultivator yesterday that gave you a cold.]

"Probably not, I don’t feel cold, just have this feeling like someone’s got their mind on me—hmm, maybe I’m just overthinking."

Despite not winning the auction for Nine Yang Grass, Taoist Xia, unwilling to give in, pulled out all stops and eventually found the seller of the Nine Yang Grass through an intermediary.

He then spent a whopping 1 billion to learn from the seller the previous location where they found the Nine Yang Grass.

Since he couldn’t win it at the auction, he decided to search for it himself; it was better than slinking back in defeat.

When Yun Ran heard this news, she was unusually silent, thinking what kind of easy mark would spend that much money.

"Why didn’t you say something earlier? My fortune-telling skills are very strong. For just 2,000, I could have solved your problem!"

Yun Ran said this with a look of utter lament.

That was 1 billion after all, more than her entire net worth, and it was just frittered away—a downright prodigal.

Taoist Xia: ...

Could he say that he forgot about Yun Ran’s fortune-telling abilities? Regret instantly swept over him like a violent storm—there goes his entire fortune!!!

The Ginsengfruit was also infuriated by Taoist Xia’s foolish move: [Host, let’s stop playing with him. Such stupidity could be contagious!]

It can only be said that the person who sold the Nine Yang Grass really struck it rich.

With Lady Xiyeno bidding up the price before and Taoist Xia eagerly throwing money now, it would be hard for the seller not to get wealthy.

And just like that, a new billionaire was easily born.

Yun Ran consoled herself silently: No worries, no worries, I’m not envious (jealous) at all o(╥﹏╥)o

Taoist Xia at this moment is silently breaking apart~

Yun Ran hadn’t decided yet whether to console Taoist Xia, now a penniless soul.

Suddenly, she heard a seductive voice floating in the air: [Yun Ran, Yun Ran, Yun~Ran~~~]

Yun Ran’s instinct was to respond, but she swallowed her words immediately and frowned slightly. Who the hell was soul-calling?

The voice calling her name was persistent as if it would keep calling unless she responded.

The Ginsengfruit instantly thought of a plot from Journey to the West it had watched before: I call you, do you dare to reply?

Could there really be an Evil Technique where responding to one’s name means getting captured?

The Ginsengfruit was suddenly intrigued and implored: [Host, just respond once, I want to see if you’ll be sucked into a gourd.]

Yun Ran: 6

Indeed, when there’s no external danger, the Ginsengfruit from the High-class World, with its intelligence impairment, is the most dangerous!

"Why aren’t you responding!"

Inside Hei Mu Lianji’s dojo, an old figure dressed as a monk was casting spells with eyes closed, flanked by two little ghosts on each side.

The voice calling Yun Ran came from their mouths; like tirelessly, they kept calling out Yun Ran’s name in an incessant cycle.

Sakagawa Kiyoshi had a ghastly pale face, his eyes brimmed with malice. With the teacher taking action, his older apprentice brother’s death was not in vain.

After a while, the old monk opened his eyes. His face didn’t look eerie from excessive killing; instead, it was filled with a benevolent expression, not fitting of a villain at all.

"Truly a capable person, able to withstand my Magic for so long without responding. A good material for Artifact Refining."