Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty

When the four arrived in the Central Plains, they had to inquire about the news around them, so they needed to have some money on them for certain situations, expected or unexpected, that required spending.

"Yes, master," Long Yuan answered immediately. "I am going to hunt them right away."

Yue Ran swept her hand across the sleeves of the sword spirit, as if to help him brush off the dust. But in fact, she had sent a stream of pure spiritual power into his body, which made him sigh comfortably.

Long Yuan himself is a well-known sword spirit, yet now deemed a demonic sword in the world, with powerful and tyrannical power. The more spiritual power he absorbs from his master, the better his condition is, and his strength will naturally become more powerful. The Sword of the Demon can be said to be a weapon that grows along with the strength of his master.

Soon after the Sword of the Demon, Long Yuan, was forged, it developed a consciousness of its own. It was the first time in Long Yuan's long life that he had encountered someone (meaning Yue Ran) whose Sea of Qi was as big as the sea, vast and boundless.

Yue Ran is undoubtedly the most talented person with whom Long Yuan made a soul contract.

Long Yuan went on ahead to follow the scent of the nearest beast around them to start his hunt. On the other hand, Yue Ran strolled side by side with Hai Bing Tu, and the two halted frequently to pick a lot of wild fruits to store them in the spatial ring and to fill their empty stomachs.

Hai Bing Tu was actively picking fruits with one hand while holding another in the other hand, but Yue Ran suddenly tugged on her shoulder and took two steps back with her. The fruit that Hai Bing Tu had just picked fell to the ground, abandoned.

When the two turned around, they immediately caught a sharp arrow piercing through the spot where Hai Bing Tu was previously standing into the thick tree trunk.

"That tree is ours, and so the fruits in that tree are also ours!"

When the two—Yue Ran and Hai Bing Tu—spun their bodies around, they saw a young woman in a crushing red dress holding an arrow in her hand and aiming it in their direction. She looked domineering and fierce.

"Yu Yu, do not be rude to others."

Then, following the haughty remarks of the young woman, a young man with black hair came out. The young man had long hair that was tied up high into a ponytail. In addition, he had a jade pendant fastened to his waist, and he himself was adorned in gorgeous clothes. With his every move, he exuded an air of grandeur.

The young man did not appear to be a person from an ordinary family—or rather, an ordinary family could not cultivate a man with such an aura. The group of servants following behind him could also prove this conjecture.

"Daddy said that people should speak with strength," the young woman named "Yu Yu" stated.

To put it another way, those without strength can only give in without resistance. Otherwise, die.

The young woman was dressed in a red outfit, and her hair was tied into a loose bun. At this moment, she seemed to be showing off her might while lifting the bow in her hand twice. Her elder brother looked at her with a doting look in his eyes. He strode to her side and rubbed the top of her head, and then he spoke to Yue Ran and the others in an apologetic tone of voice.

"Sorry, these two young ladies, my little sister has been... very naughty since she was a child, so... so do not be surprised or offended... by her," Fan Zhi Qi said.

At this time, Yue Ran was also wearing a conspicuous red dress, which was a stark contrast to the unperturbed world of spring green around them. The bright red color made her skin look especially white and smooth.

Unlike Fan Yu Yu, who liked to wear red, her (Yue Ran's) gorgeous features and dainty figure were obvious at a glance, and Yue Ran did not need any decorative clothes to set off her already stunning beauty.

Yue Ran was wearing a short white fur coat over her long red dress—a coat she had forgotten to take off after leaving the periphery of the White Jade Snow Mountain—and her silky black hair was adorned with residual pure white snow that had failed to melt.

The young woman obviously had an exquisite face as fiery, beautiful, and dreamily hypnotic as the dancing flames, yet she had a cold disposition like a noble glacier; she was like a snow lotus perched up on the summit of the highest snowy mountain.

She is just standing right there in place. There is no need for her to do anything, yet she can easily attract the attention of all.

It is not easy to take one's eyes off her once one has set sight on her.

She looks so good. So beautiful. She looks very, very beautiful.

Fan Zhi Qi was left a little dazed by Yue Ran's shining appearance that seemed to transcend the ordinary, so he inevitably paused for a few seconds in between his words when he spoke.

No matter how many times the young man gazed at her figure, she continued to appear very dreamlike in his eyes, as though she was naturally emitting her own light just by simply standing in place. The rays of light sprinkled down on her body, weaving a layer of ethereal golden gauze around her, as if to show the love of heaven and earth for her very being.

Her temperament was cold, and yet her eyes were glistening with a fine, gentle light, effortlessly captivating all those who saw her and leaving an indelible mark on their hearts.