Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 1049 - 1045: Truly Useless

"Venerable, we’ve never suffered such humiliation before. If we let this slide this time, it will definitely affect our Dao Heart!"

Obviously, at the moment they regained their power, they felt capable again, ready to clash with the other side.

The old stranger felt uneasy as well, but wasn’t as indignant.

Anyone who could wield a Magic Artifact affecting their cultivation wouldn’t be easy to deal with.

So, he didn’t immediately agree to his subordinates’ request but instead fell into deep thought.

The others were puzzled by why the Venerable was so fearful of those two.

Just as they waited in irritation.

Someone paced back and forth, then accidentally wandered within a thousand-meter range.

"Uh!"

A muffled groan immediately drew the others’ attention.

Several pairs of eyes turned simultaneously to the man who made the sound.

"What happened to you?"

Seeing their companion’s frail and fallen form, everyone present was stunned.

Then, one of them stepped forward to help the fallen companion.

Afterwards, that person too, as if suddenly drained, collapsed to the ground, letting out the same muffled groan.

If they couldn’t see something was wrong by now, they were really no different from trash.

The two on the ground quickly came back to their senses.

Their eyes were filled with shock and a hint of fear.

"Don’t... don’t come any closer..."

The others heard their companion’s frail voice, and fear arose in their hearts as well.

Having never encountered something like this, it greatly shocked them from within.

The only one who remained composed was the old man they called Venerable.

The elder thought for a moment, then took out a Magic Artifact from his hand.

After activation, the artifact flew directly from the elder’s hand towards the two on the ground.

The imposing Magic Artifact suddenly seemed to malfunction upon approaching the two.

It fell to the ground with a "clang".

Everyone: ...

The others also took out their Magic Artifacts and started to fly in different directions.

Soon, they reached a conclusion: the artifacts flew normally in all other directions.

Only when flying towards the center of the valley would they suddenly malfunction.

As if they touched a power they shouldn’t have.

Turning a functional artifact into a useless one.

"Venerable..."

After exchanging glances, everyone turned their gaze to the old stranger.

"The Magic Artifact in that Black Robed People’s hand not only suppresses our cultivation but also turns our artifacts into trash.

Now it seems the artifact in his hand can only affect people or artifacts within a certain range!"

This conclusion left everyone present with a sense of defeat.

If that Black Robed People’s artifact remained in his hand, approaching him to teach him a lesson was nearly impossible.

This made it exceptionally difficult for them, who had always been in the superior position, to seek justice for themselves.

"Venerable, what should we do now?"

The old stranger glanced at the people beside him.

Once again, he felt that these subordinates, who used to satisfy him, were truly useless.

It’s one thing to be weaker, but even their minds were lacking.

When facing a problem, the only thing they knew was to ask him, almost as if they had no ability to think for themselves.

"What else can we do? Naturally, we retreat!"

Could they really just stand watch for the Black Robed People here?

Even if they succeeded in standing watch, how would they ensure they wouldn’t be affected again, losing their power?

The old stranger looked at the two still lying on the ground, finding them increasingly unpleasant to the eye.

His tone instantly grew more disdainful, "Why are you still on the ground? Waiting for me to carry you away?"

Unable to mobilize their strength at all, the two had to passively endure the pain.

They exchanged awkward glances.

Earlier, without their powers restored, the unpredictable Sword of Death loomed over them.

Their potential was stimulated, which allowed them to walk such a distance.

But just now, their strength returned, and the potential triggered by the looming death faded away.

Now, they felt the pain and weakness from losing their strength, as if the sensations were amplified manifold.

So much so, they truly couldn’t stand.

"Such uselessness!"

The others, seeing the Venerable truly angry and disdainful of them.

Couldn’t stand idle any longer.

Quickly they went and retrieved the artifacts that had fallen to the ground.

And used sticks to drag the two lying on the ground away.

Finally, the group left dejectedly.

Yun Ran stood behind a rock, watching the spectacle before leisurely stepping out.

The Little Paperman lay weakly on Yun Ran’s shoulder.

"Master, those people truly don’t know gratitude. After you spared them, they wanted to deal with you once they regained their strength~"

The Little Paperman’s voice, soft and naive, expressed anger, yet lacked any intimidation due to its frailty.

"It would be strange if they didn’t harbor any intentions to kill me."

Those who benefitted from being Dark Masters wouldn’t easily learn from their losses.

They’d feel it was just bad luck, being schemed against, believing if given another chance, they’d not lose.

Having such a fighting spirit is, in itself, a good trait.

But unfortunately, their luck was not good, encountering her, so it’s their misfortune.

They can only suffer loss after loss, eventually after countless losses.

When Yun Ran’s steps stepped out of the range of the Hammer Magical Artifact.

All of Yun Ran’s power returned.

Even though Yun Ran’s body was well-tempered, not feeling discomfort even when her power was suppressed.

However, after regaining her power, the lightness felt was different from relying purely on physical strength.

The Little Paperman immediately transitioned from its wilted state to being full of life.

"Master, I’m restored~"

Just from the tone, Yun Ran could sense the Little Paperman’s particularly joyous mood at this moment.