"Your Highness, the wicked woman is in danger!" Pei Chen shouted from the nearby hillside forest.

Jun Molin and Pei Chen were originally going up the mountain to the Taoist temple, but they unexpectedly encountered Yun Qingran on the way and stopped.

This hill is high up, offering a panoramic view of the scene below, but because of the trees, the people below cannot see them.

"No." Jun Molin uttered these two words calmly, then stared intently at Yun Qingran. Based on his assessment of her martial prowess, he believed she could handle this formation.

Red ropes were closing in on her from all directions. Yun Qingran curled her lips into a disdainful smile, flicked her wrist, and twirled her soft sword in a silver flourish, slashing at the red ropes.

Unexpectedly, when the soft sword touched the red rope, the rope was not cut; instead, it sparked a burst of sparks.

"Don't waste your energy. This red rope of mine is made of soft iron from Zhuguang Mountain. Few weapons can cut it." Xuanling looked at Yun Qingran with pride.

"Soft iron, what a great thing! Thanks for the gift, bro." Yun Qingran's pupils turned into tiny gold ingots and started flashing.

Upon hearing this, Xuanling had a bad feeling. The next second, Yun Qingran grabbed all the red ropes with her two big hands and pulled them up from under the fallen leaves.

"What are you doing? Stop!" Xuanling was shocked and reached out to stop him.

But it was too late. The end of the soft iron red rope was tied to a large tree, and the trees fell one by one.

"These are really good things." Looking at the soft iron red ropes in her hand, Yun Qingran was overjoyed.

The others looked at her as if she were a monster, wondering if she was even human with that kind of strength.

Pei Chen on the hill was shocked; his mouth was agape enough to fit two eggs.

Jun Molin's expression remained indifferent and aloof, like an untouchable immortal from the heavens. But upon closer inspection, his pupils were slightly dilated, indicating that he was also somewhat shocked.

"You vixen!" Xuanling was furious when he saw Yun Qingran take his precious soft iron red rope. He reached into his sleeve and, in the next instant, a hidden weapon shot towards Yun Qingran's chest.

The hidden weapon drew closer, and a faint, foul odor could be detected. Yun Qingran was certain that the weapon was poisoned, and with a deadly poison that would kill upon contact with blood.

This Taoist priest with the pesky nose seems to be a heretic. Then don't blame her for being ruthless.

Yun Qingran raised her hand, and the soft sword in her hand knocked away the hidden weapon. It then flew out of her hand like a nimble silver snake, swimming towards the carotid artery on Xuanling's neck.

Xuan Ling hadn't expected Yun Qingran to react so quickly. Not only did she deflect his hidden weapon, but she also attacked him in return. He could only use all his strength to dodge to the side.

Xuanling dodged, but not completely. The soft sword grazed his arm, which detached from his shoulder and flew high into the air, spurting out a jet of blood that drew brilliant colors in the air.

"Ah!" Xuanling let out a shrill scream.

The noble ladies watching screamed in fright; it was too terrifying!

Seeing that Xuanling was not dead, Yun Qingran clenched her fist and punched him again.

Yun Qingran was never a kind-hearted person. The moment Xuan Ling used a hidden weapon against her, she was already on her kill list.

Xuan Ling sensed Yun Qingran's killing intent and knew he had offended a ruthless person he couldn't afford to offend. But it was too late for regrets; his only priority was to escape.

"I will definitely come back." Xuanling quickly pressed two acupoints on his shoulder to stop the bleeding, then covered his shoulder and fled at high speed, disappearing from sight in a moment.

Yun Qingran didn't give chase. This place was Xuanling's territory, and who knew if he had any other traps? It was better to be cautious.

Now that Xuanling has run away, it's time to cause trouble for these noble ladies.

Yun Qingran picked up the soft sword from the ground and dragged it step by step toward the noble ladies who were now stunned. The noble ladies kept retreating until they reached a pool of water, where they had nowhere left to go before they stopped.

In their eyes, Yun Qingran now is no different from a demon from hell.

"Yun Qingran, what do you want to do?" Liang Jingxue asked Yun Qianyue in a trembling voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I, Yun Qingran, was indeed foolish and ignorant in the past, but I don't recall ever offending any of you." Yun Qingran's gaze slowly swept over the group of noble ladies.

"No...no...no," the noble ladies stammered in response.

"If that's the case, then what do you mean by this today? Do you want to be my enemy, Yun Qingran?" Yun Qingran coldly raised her eyebrows.

"Ranran, you've misunderstood. No one meant to be your enemy. They just noticed you've changed a lot lately and were worried something was wrong with you, so they asked a Taoist priest to exorcise you. They didn't expect the priest to be a bad person," Yun Xiyue quickly explained, shifting the blame.

"I didn't expect everyone to be so kind to me. I should repay you all." Yun Qingran smiled wickedly.

The ladies of high society had a bad feeling when they saw her smile.

Immediately, their premonition came true, and Yun Qingran kicked them one by one into the pool.

This pool wasn't large; it was probably a place where mountain animals drank water. The pool was full of silt and reeked of a foul stench; falling in felt like falling into a cesspool.

"Ugh~"

Wow~

...

Immediately, a chorus of vomiting erupted.

"I've noticed you've all been under a lot of pressure rehearsing for your performances lately, and you don't look too well. The mud in this pool has a great whitening effect. Roll around in this pool, and you'll all come out with fair and smooth skin. Consider it my way of repaying you all for helping me exorcise evil spirits." Yun Qingran smiled as she looked at the mud figures in the pool, holding her soft sword.

"Yun Qingran, you did this on purpose." Liang Jingxue glared at Yun Qingran with eyes blazing with anger.

“Miss Liang, I’ve already accepted your kindness in helping me exorcise evil spirits, shouldn’t you also accept my kindness in helping you with your skincare?” Yun Qingran looked at Liang Jingxue with a cold gaze.

"you……"

"Forget about you, enjoy your mud bath. I'll stay here and watch over you. You won't be leaving for at least three hours." Yun Qingran said, finding a rock to sit on and leisurely basking in the sun.

"Ranran, is it alright for you to do this?" Ning Jitang was a little worried, after all, these noble ladies all came from prominent families.

"Don't worry, they'll just have to swallow what happened today. They won't dare tell anyone, especially not their families." Yun Qingran crossed her legs, her little feet bobbing up and down.

"Mmm." Ning Jitang is now a big fan of Yun Qingran, believing everything she says.

"Your Highness, the evil Taoist has set up many traps in the mountains, and I couldn't catch him." Pei Chen ran back, panting.

When Xuanling ran away, Jun Molin ordered Pei Chen to chase after her and kill her on the spot.

"Huh, what's all this commotion down there?" Pei Chen turned his head and saw the noble ladies in the pool, their bodies covered in mud, vomiting uncontrollably.

Jun Molin glanced at Yun Qingran, pulled on the reins, and turned to descend the mountain.

Just how much is this woman still hiding?