Chapter 715: She Still Remains

"Ye Qingran, what do you want to do?"

A foreboding premonition rose within Yun Lan, and she watched Ye Qingran warily.

"Fu Hanxiu, I want to beat her!"

Ye Qingran's delicate jade-like hand pointed at Yun Lan, transforming into a demon concubine, while Fu Hanxiu transformed into King Zhou.

A deep laugh spilled from his lips, "Alright, how do you want to beat her?"

"Hold her for me." With her strength, trying to beat Yun Lan effortlessly would be far too difficult.

But who says she doesn't have an ultra‑powerful man?

Hearing their conversation, Yun Lan's complexion grew increasingly sour. They literally didn't even glance at her!

"Don't forget, this is the Yun Tribe's territory!"

"So what? Even if you're a dragon, you have to stay under me; even if you're a tiger, you have to lie down for me! Moreover, you're nothing at all!"

After Ye Qingran finished her taunt, Fu Hanxiu's overwhelmingly fierce aura spread outward like a tide; in an instant, within several hundred zhang, a terrifying pressure enveloped the area.

Yun Lan's strength was firmly suppressed by Fu Hanxiu; at this moment, she was utterly helpless before Ye Qingran.

Ye Qingran stood before Yun Lan, scrutinizing her face, growing more disgusted the longer she looked.

Yun Lan, now struggling to move, could only glare at Ye Qingran and warn, "You dare move me, try it!"

Slap~

A merciless slap flew out, and a red imprint quickly appeared on Yun Lan's delicate, fair skin.

"To look like you is truly a disgrace."

Yun Lan's head was knocked askew; she could hardly believe Ye Qingran dared to slap her.

The people who had come with Yun Lan were most shocked. They usually wouldn't even dare to breathe in front of her for fear of offending her, let alone slap her!

Daughter of the Cloud Spirit, truly not an ordinary person!

"Ye Qingran, you uncultured..."

Slap~

Ye Qingran swung her other hand back for another slap, sending Yun Lan's head to the other side.

Only when both sides of Yun Lan's face swelled evenly did she feel satisfied.

"This slap is to collect the interest you owed for using Zhao Shi to scheme against my mother back then."

Slap~

"This slap is to collect the interest for your plot against our family of four in Xiliang City!"

Yun Lan's crimes are too numerous to enumerate.

Slap slap slap~

"As for these few slaps... I just didn't like you!"

Yun Lan was hit so hard her eyes flashed stars, her once stunning face turned into a pig's head; one can imagine how ruthless Ye Qingran's blows were.

"Ah!!!" Yun Lan roared in fury.

She, Yun Lan, a dignified Yun Tribe heiress and future Clan Leader, has never endured such humiliation.

"Ye! Qing! Ran!"

Yun Lan gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with flames.

If she weren't now almost immobilized, she would have definitely destroyed Ye Qingran.

"What, not convinced?" Ye Qingran rubbed her slightly numb palm, a mocking curl at her lips, "If you're not convinced, hit me back!"

"Ah... I forgot!" Ye Qingran slapped her forehead, "I forgot you don't have such a powerful man."

"Indeed, a mad, heartless scorpion like you—what man would ever look at you?"

Murder and purge the heart!

Too ruthless!

Fu San and Fu Jiu, hidden in the shadows, couldn't help but give Ye Qingran a thumbs‑up.

Although the words were harsh, dealing with a poisonous woman like Yun Lan wasn't excessive at all!

"Xiao Ran... forget it."

Yun Zhongyue ultimately couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Ye Qingran looked at Yun Zhongyue and asked with a smile, "Third Uncle, are you feeling sympathetic?"

Yun Zhongyue pressed his lips together, silent, but his answer was already clear.

"Hahaha~" Yun Lan laughed triumphantly, "Seems I still have some weight in Third Brother's eyes, huh?"

Her tone held pride, and even her gaze at Ye Qingran was laced with provocation.

Slap~

Another slap made Yun Lan unable to smile any longer.

"Third Uncle feels sorry for you, I certainly won't!" Ye Qingran flicked her wrist, "But, for Third Uncle's sake, I'll spare you this time."

Yun Lan nearly shattered a silver tooth, controlled by the Emperor Sovereign, she had no chance to retaliate!

Had she known she'd be tormented like this by Ye Qingran today, she would never have come here.

In the end, Ye Qingran let Yun Lan go.

Both parties understood each other; under the restraint of the bloodline curse, neither could do anything extreme.

This is also one reason why Yun Lan, knowing Fu Hanxiu was present, remained unabashed.

"Ye Qingran, we'll see about that!" Yun Lan stared at the pig‑headed face, flung her sleeves angrily, and vanished on the spot.

Watching the direction Yun Lan disappeared, Ye Qingran slightly furrowed her brows.

"Fu Hanxiu, for some reason, I always feel Yun Lan still has a hidden trick up her sleeve."

If it were only a bloodline curse, Yun Lan would not be so confident; she seems to have the Clan Leader seat firmly in mind, even not setting the summit of the hunt for the throne in her eyes.

What exactly is it?

Ye Qingran currently has no clue either.

Fu Hanxiu comforted, "No problem, when soldiers come we block them, when water comes we cover it with earth; she can't stir up any ripples." When he said this, his tone was full of dominance.

Ye Qingran then worried less; his world‑overlooking, disdainful stance made her heart flutter.

Once Yun Lan left, Yun Zhongyue and a few others sat in the Peony Pavilion to catch up.

Seeing the niece who suddenly appeared before his eyes, Yun Zhongyue felt as if they were dreaming.

"Is this real?"

"It's real—more real than solid gold!" Compared with Yun Zhongyue, Ye Qingran remained far more composed.

Yun Zhongyue had far too many questions for Ye Qingran, the most pressing being news about Yun Ling.

"Sister… that is, your mother, she…" Yun Zhongyue had long wanted to ask this, but at the crucial moment found themselves unable to utter it.

Ye Qingran looked at his nervous yet expectant expression, gave a gentle nod, "She's still here."