Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling

"Under normal circumstances, these people simply couldn’t survive in Death Mountain, even if there was a miracle, it wouldn’t be possible.
But regardless of whether it was what I calculated, or what those who went on the rescue mission calculated, it always pointed to someone still being alive.
This situation suggests either the information provided by the task issuer is flawed, or the people who went in had issues."
Ginsengfruit became alert upon hearing this; if someone was scheming against them, he would definitely tear them apart!
The next morning, Yun Ran and the group set off.
The people from the Sihui Sect showed some restraint and didn’t just swarm in after Yun Ran agreed, trying to gain Experience Points.
They brought only five people, with Du Jun, a senior from the Sihui Sect, clearly leading them.
"Rest assured, Temple Master Yun, we have prepared enough equipment, and have coordinated with Brother Xin Fu. We will definitely follow his instructions throughout."
The vehicle drove for a day, and by night, they finally reached the outskirts of Death Mountain.
Du Jun, being one of the guards monitoring the local situation, was very familiar with the routes here and quickly helped them complete the necessary formalities.
"Temple Master Yun, it’s slightly safer if we enter from here because there are arrays laid by the bosses of the Special Administration Bureau. If any trouble arises, we can quickly notify them."
Yun Ran nodded, looking across and quickly spotting an array. Even after many years, it still carried tremendous power, and ordinary people couldn’t easily approach it.
"Put on your equipment, let’s go!"
With Yun Ran’s command, everyone hurriedly began equipping themselves. This place had a significant day-night temperature difference.
Once they put on the professional gear, even if the night temperatures dropped to dozens of degrees below zero, it wouldn’t affect them much.
As for why they didn’t rest for a night before going in, it was naturally because entering at night was more convenient.
During the day, others nearby might see them, causing a negative impact. It had been explicitly communicated that entry here wasn’t allowed.
Getting in and out had undergone special approvals, so naturally, they had to be discreet.
As they were about to enter, the road became difficult, so the boxes they brought couldn’t just be easily wheeled along.
Fang Yu, seeing Yun Ran and the others with five or six boxes, quickly stepped forward to offer: "Let’s carry these boxes for you."
Clearly, they saw themselves as manual labor support.
Yun Ran waved his hand, leaving Fang Yu slightly puzzled but obediently standing still.
The little paper figures, always sequestered within Yun Ran’s pockets, flew out in a swarm upon hearing Yun Ran’s snap.
Chirpily calling out, "Master!"
Du Jun, wearing a large miner’s lamp, which illuminated the surroundings brightly, could clearly see the little paper figures.
Upon hearing their voices, he felt light-headed.
Inwardly he screamed: Oh my, he actually saw talking little paper figures!!!
The little paper figures weren’t the least cautious, seeing strangers around, glanced briefly, and got to work immediately.
Each carrying a box effortlessly.
Yun Ran completely ignored the awestruck people from the Sihui Sect, striding ahead.
Fang Yu tugged on Xin Fu’s hand, swallowing: "Xin... Brother Xin..."
"Alright, just follow!"
As Yun Ran walked, feeling the surrounding atmosphere, she was suddenly assured.
After all, Qingfeng Temple previously had extensive training exercises, with everyone returning to document their experiences.
These were stored in the Book Collection Tower of Qingfeng Temple for new disciples to theoretically study.
Yun Ran, since she could read, treated these experiences as children’s literature, thus having broader insights than most Xuanmen offspring with scholarly inheritance.
She recalled one particular account, where a senior from Qingfeng Temple, during their travels and practices.
A young woman from a remote mountainous area was abducted, living miserably, but among her misfortune, there was a blessing,
she encountered a very kind mother-in-law. While other mothers-in-law might tear apart their daughters-in-law’s umbrellas after getting wet themselves,
they leaned on each other, managing to scrape by in their difficult days.
As life looked like it was improving, the mother-in-law fell ill, with the saying that disease is the Death Sentence for the poor, capable of destroying an already fragile family.
Yet shortly thereafter, the mother-in-law amazingly recovered, although peculiarities followed.
People nearby kept dying under unknown circumstances, all of them young and robust, without anyone knowing why.
Rumors quickly spread, causing widespread panic, leading them to believe possibly encountering the Evil, prompting them to gather money to summon Xuanmen people to investigate.
With the anticipation of the Xuanmen people’s consultation quelling matters soon,
unexpectedly, the situation grew weirder, as they too mysteriously disappeared, while the mother-in-law’s health improved, appearing even younger.
In such hysteria, bitterness abounded, shifting suspicions towards the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
The narrative told of non-stop accidents and disappearances, arguing that the mother-in-law, meant to die, not only remained alive but youthful, must have been possessed by the Evil.
This mother-in-law and daughter-in-law thus became public enemies, with some even attempting to pry their way in at dead of night...
The final outcome was tragic, with all within a ten-mile radius becoming lifeless.
The living mother-in-law was essentially no longer truly human, her body connected to a unique plant, needing nourishment from enough Life for the plant to return life force to her.
Ordinarily, such an unnatural means would incur Heavenly Punishment, but this method held a peculiarity.
That peculiarity was that the living person bore no trace of any guilt, and those who became nourishment willingly volunteered.
The real dilemma: if any Xuanmen person were to slay that plant,
the karma of devouring the living and the inherent karmic crimes of the devoured would fall upon the one who slayed it.
No one was willing to handle such a thankless task, yet such an unnatural existence should not persist.
Ultimately, a senior from Qingfeng Temple risked being entangled in karmic crimes, slay the plant, and faced a retributive end himself.
On his deathbed, he left insights, warning future disciples of Qingfeng Temple to exercise utmost caution should they encounter such entities.