The Farm Girl’s Charismatic Fortune
Chapter 257 - 253: What a Malicious Little Xuanhua

Chapter 257: Chapter 253: What a Malicious Little Xuanhua

Early in the morning, Ruo Xuan told her family she would stay overnight at the mountain villa.

Xuanbao had too much to take care of at the villa, the various bottles and jars she tinkered with were all made there, and the mushrooms she grew were cultivated there as well. Moreover, she had to attend classes at the villa every day.

The villa was safer than the village, and as her whole family was busy with farming and preparing for an enemy attack, the Ruo Family had no objections.

Then, after nightfall, Ruo Xuan quietly made her way to Xuanyuan Que’s room.

Xuanyuan Que was meditating, and when Little Xuanhua sneaked in, he didn’t bother with her and pretended to be in deep meditation with his eyes closed.

He knew exactly what she was up to by choosing to stay at the villa and not return to the village tonight.

But it was too dangerous.

Nanyu Island was over two hundred li away from Shaxi County, not counting the water journey, after all, there was a sea to cross.

Their sudden appearance hundreds of miles away was inexplicable.

This flower acted solely on her whims, completely disregarding reality and consequences; he couldn’t allow it.

Ruo Xuan was startled to see Xuanyuan Que enter a meditative state so early. Divine Lord Xuanyuan didn’t usually meditate this early.

It wasn’t a good time to disturb him, but she was anxious!

She silently climbed onto the bed and sat next to Xuanyuan Que. Her chubby little paw reached out then retracted, wanting to pat Divine Lord Xuanyuan’s shoulder but not daring to.

After a moment of hesitation, she decided she would go by herself!

So Ruo Xuan sneaked in quietly, and then sneaked back out just as quietly.

Xuanyuan Que: "..."

This accursed flower, her patience was just that poor, not even half a cup of tea’s time, her patience lasted but a moment!

"What are you trying to do?" he was forced to speak as she quietly closed the door.

Ruo Xuan’s eyes lit up, she hurried back into the room, closed the door, and bolted it.

"Divine Lord Xuanyuan, I’m worried about my uncle. Why don’t we go to Nanyu Island to check on him?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It’s too far. We can’t get back before dawn."

"But I’ve calculated it, we can make it back in time!"

"If we’re seen, we won’t be able to explain it."

"We just have to not be discovered."

"The place is at war right now, it’s extremely dangerous."

Ruo Xuan could tell, Divine Lord Xuanyuan didn’t want to go!

How dangerous could mortal combat be? They could immobilize people just by casting an Immortal Technique!

"If Divine Lord Xuanyuan doesn’t want to go, then I’ll go by myself! Right, I’ll take Xiaobai with me for company."

Xuanyuan Que: "..."

Then, a quarter of an hour later, two children and a puppy appeared outside the camp of the Feiyan Army.

In the deep autumn, the seaside wind was somewhat strong, and the salty sea breeze mingled with the smell of blood rushed into Ruo Xuan’s nostrils.

The entire camp was enveloped in a very strong scent of blood that even the sea breeze couldn’t dissipate.

This indicated how many soldiers were wounded and how severe their injuries were.

"Now that you know your uncle isn’t hurt, can we go?" Xuanyuan Que asked Ruo Xuan.

From inside the tents, the soldiers let out intermittent groans of pain.

Ruo Xuan had originally come only to make sure her uncle wasn’t injured and to have a look at the situation since she hadn’t witnessed mortals in battle before. But now, she pinched a Fairy Technique: "Wait, first let’s help them heal their wounds."

A Fairy Technique was cast, and a green light invisible to the naked eye spread out, covering the entire camp.

The soldiers, previously in pain, suddenly felt their wounds sting less and even felt a refreshingly cool sensation, very comfortable.

The medics treating the wounds of the soldiers were astonished as well; how were the injuries visibly healing so much?

This was a grand Immortal Technique, at least for Ruo Xuan at this point, because a single technique had exhausted all the Spiritual Power within her Dantian.

Xuanyuan Que, expressionless, said, "See, he just said she’s like a flower that doesn’t think about the consequences."

Without Spiritual Power, she was no different from a human girl of four or five years old. How was she going to get back?

Truly, a weak chicken with an oversized heart.

Daring to do anything!

The Demon Lord couldn’t help but "woof a woof."

Stupid flower! To exhaust all Spiritual Power just to save someone, what’s the use?

Ruo Xuan was unhappy being called dumb by the Demon Lord. A flower only likes to hear words of praise; she disliked every other derogatory term, "You’re the dumb one. Cultivators talk about karma; you wouldn’t understand! This is the difference between me reincarnating as a human being and you reincarnating as a dog, as a pig! I bet your soul had to be reincarnated through all the livestock before it could return to a human form!"

The Demon Lord: "..."

Xuanyuan Que: "Very well, what else do you want to do next?"

Ruo Xuan sniffed, "The air is very humid, and the wind is a bit strong. There will be a hurricane near dawn over the sea tonight."

They had just overheard her great-uncle discussing with someone that tonight they would take advantage of the darkness to sail out and sneak onto the island before dawn, catching the enemy army by surprise.

It’s still okay now, but the wind and waves will definitely be great at midnight, especially near dawn when the hurricane passes. The wave will surely submerge all the ships at sea.

"Brother Xuanyuan, I need to warn great-uncle about the hurricane tonight."

Xuanyuan Que simply asked, "How do you plan to warn him?"

Ruo Xuan looked toward the Demon Lord, the Little White Dog, "Write a letter for the Demon Lord to deliver to great-uncle."

A human cannot show up; it won’t make sense, but only the Little White Dog showing up won’t arouse my great-uncle’s suspicion. Little White Dog can just be the messenger I specially sent to him.

A dog running hundreds of miles isn’t surprising, right?

This was also why she brought the Demon Lord out tonight.

Xuanyuan Que nodded, "It’s feasible."

The Demon Lord: "Woof woof woof."

(I refuse.)

Ruo Xuan: "Do you still want to become human? Here’s your chance! If you deliver the message, you could save tens of thousands of soldiers’ lives. Perhaps before long, the soul stuck in pig and dog bodies will return to its rightful place. Otherwise, you’ll keep birthing piglets and pig grandchild, dog puppies and dog grandchildren... endlessly."

The Demon Lord: "..."

What a malicious Little Xuanhua!

The Demon Lord was frightened into scampering into Ruo Hai’s tent to deliver the letter.

Yan Heng had already secretly returned to the military camp. After discussing with Ruo Hai about the covert operation to sneak onto the island tonight, he returned to his tent and was about to lie down when a dog burrowed in. He picked up his sword, ready to strike, but then he realized it was Xiaobai, his precious niece’s little dog.

Startled, he sprang up from his bed, "Xiaobai, how did you get here?"

The Demon Lord couldn’t care less about him. After all, even if he barked, his voice was lost; he couldn’t be understood.

He simply spat the letter he was carrying in his mouth onto the ground and ran off.

Ruo Hai ran out of the tent and realized that Xiaobai had already run out of the camp. The folks at home shouldn’t have arrived; Xiaobai must be sent by Xuanbao.

He walked back to the camp, picked up the envelope, glanced at it, and strode out of the tent.

~

In the enemy camp on Nanyu Island.

The opposing army was in a state of hostility.

The enemy camp was on high alert, with many soldiers patrolling even in the darkness of the night.

The wind was strong this evening, growing stronger, and with the significant temperature difference between day and night in the late autumn, the patrolling soldiers were left feeling dizzy and disoriented.

"The wind is strong tonight; the enemy surely wouldn’t dare to go to sea."

"If they do dare to set sail, we don’t even need to lift a finger; the waves will drown them!"

"Then, shall we find a sheltered spot to sleep? It’s really too windy and cold."