Chapter 709: with translation of chapter title

"Me?"

Ye Qingran lifted the corner of her eyebrows, gave a faint smile, and looked toward the Blood Jade Pillar not far away.

Because this is a magical artifact space, not the same space as Yunzhong City, the Yun Tribe bloodline cannot manifest outward; like Donghai Cheng, it still needs the Blood Jade Pillar.

"I am Yun Lan's terminator!"

She said, raised her hand and waved, and a drop of blood fell into the Blood Jade Pillar.

In an instant, a surge of red light shot upward from beneath the pure white Blood Jade Pillar, and in the blink of an eye, half of the pillar was dyed red.

Everyone was stunned.

At this rate, Ye Qingran is at least of a direct line.

The red light continued to rise quickly, and before long it reached the ninth segment.

Everyone was stunned.

Ninth segment of the Yun Tribe bloodline!

What exactly is this woman within the Yun Tribe?

Ninth and a half.

Tenth segment!

When the entire Blood Jade Pillar turned a blood-like color, the masked Leader was frozen in place.

Full-level Yun Tribe bloodline!

This woman is actually a full-level Yun Tribe bloodline!

It should be noted that the previous full-level Yun Tribe bloodline belonged to Miss Yun Ling!

The masked Leader clenched his fist, his gaze heavy as he looked at Ye Qingran and asked again, "Who exactly are you?"

Ye Qingran looked at him, fell silent for a moment, then said to Fu Hanxiu, "Let's go."

The masked Leader tried to block Ye Qingran, but this time Fu Hanxiu shoved him aside with a shock.

Watching Ye Qingran and the others leave the artifact space, the masked Leader remained immersed in the shock he had just experienced.

"Who exactly is she?"

He kept asking himself that question in his heart.

She has the same full-level Yun Tribe bloodline as her sister; could she be her sister's child?

But they don't look alike at all, not even sharing any common traits!

After leaving the space, Ye Qingran's complexion was not good.

"Miss Ye, why did you refuse? And why didn't you tell…"

Yun Lu was so intimidated by Ye Qingran's glance that the words about to leave his mouth were swallowed back.

"You go back yourself."

Yun Lu hesitated briefly, then finally nodded, turned, and left.

"Fu Hanxiu, do you think I should just tell him like this?"

Ye Qingran herself didn't know.

Fu Hanxiu naturally guessed that the masked Leader was Yun Zhongyue.

"If you haven't decided, don't say anything; you can tell him later when you're ready."

Only then did Ye Qingran feel a little better.

In fact, just now when Yun Zhongyue questioned who she was, she felt an urge to tell her the truth.

But, being shy toward others, this wasn't unfounded.

Even though she is already confident and powerful, she would still show such feelings.

After all, an uncle is a blood‑related relative.

Moreover, for her, recognizing Yun Zhongyue is the first time in two lifetimes she meets a relative.

"Fu Hanxiu, do you think if my grandfather and uncles knew I existed, they'd welcome me?"

Ye Qingran was uncertain.

"Of course. Definitely. Absolutely," Fu Hanxiu said with great certainty.

Someone as outstanding as Ye Qingran, who wouldn't like her?

"To be your grandfather, to be your uncle, is an honor for those people!"

Ye Qingran smiled; with Fu Hanxiu's words, she felt much more confident and teased, "And you? Are you honored to be my man?"

Fu Hanxiu chuckled, his chest trembling lightly with his laugh, "It is a great honor!"

Ye Qingran wrapped both hands around Fu Hanxiu's waist and said, "I am also honored, Emperor Sovereign!"

That night.

Yunzhong City.

Neicheng.

Yun Batian felt no sleep at all.

He occasionally glanced out the window, seeing the night deepening, and couldn't help muttering curses, "Fraud! Big fraud! How dare you deceive me! Damn it!"

He lay on the bed in a huff, tossing and turning without sleep, then sat up again.

"Yun Batian, Yun Batian, are you crazy? You actually believed that stinky girl!"

Speaking, he buried his head under the quilt, then a few seconds later ripped the quilt off, stared at the door, clenched his teeth, put on his clothes and opened the door, only to find the outside empty.

"She can't possibly come! Give up that hope!"

Smack~

He angrily slammed the door shut.

Not long after, he opened the door and glanced outside again, "If she shows up, I'll make that stinky girl's mother take my surname!"

"What are you muttering about?"

A voice came from beside him, Yun Batian turned his head in shock, and Fu Hanxiu and Ye Qingran were standing in the hallway.

Ye Qingran crossed her arms, looking at him with amused interest, as if she were watching a joke.

Yun Batian immediately felt guilty.

He hoped she hadn't heard what he just said.

He's already up there in years, and he doesn't want to change his surname!

"You little brat, it's the middle of the night, why are you here again instead of sleeping?"

Yun Batian cleared his throat, looking impatient.

Ye Qingran mimicked him, saying, "You old man, are you waiting for us in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Yun Batian bristled as if his tail had been stepped on, snapping, "What nonsense are you talking? How could I possibly be waiting for you?"

"Then what are you doing sneaking around at the doorway?"

"I..." Yun Batian, who was about to explain, reacted, "What the hell am I supposed to care about your business? This is my turf!"

Ye Qingran shook her head; what an old fool.

"Alright, I won't stoop to your level; let's get started."

Not stoop to his level?

Yun Batian's beard trembled with rage.

"What are we starting? I never said I wanted you to treat me."

"Do you think you have the right to refuse in your current condition?"

Yun Batian immediately wilted.

That man is too strong; he cannot now exert his full strength, and is fundamentally no match for him.

"If you dare to use force, I'll call for help!"

"Go ahead and shout; we've set up a barrier here, so even if you shout till your throat is raw, no one will hear you!"

Yun Batian: "......"

In the end, Yun Batian still meekly submitted.

Looking at the girl up close, Yun Batian felt an inexplicable emotion growing stronger, his face showing ever more disdain.

"You little girl, you're truly ordinary-looking, and that man of yours probably isn't any better."

Ye Qingran glanced up at Yun Batian.

She swore that if she weren't certain this was her maternal grandfather, she would teach him a lesson in a minute.

"You should know, my children are all good-looking, especially..."

It seemed he didn't want to mention someone; a flicker of loneliness crossed his eyes before he quickly returned to normal.

"Especially Yun Ling, right?"

When Ye Qingran mentioned Yun Ling, Yun Batian's aura turned cold.