Chapter 297: Betting on the Dao! Nan Gong Yichen! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Achoo~!"

Nan Gong Yichen sneezed violently, spittle spraying directly onto the female disciple in front of him.

"Eh~!"

The female disciple glared at him in disgust, immediately stood up, stepped back several paces, and finally swept her sleeve and walked away.

Nan Gong Yichen gazed wistfully at the voluptuous back of the female cultivator.

What a pity…

He shrugged his slightly reddened nose.

If he were an ordinary cultivator, he naturally wouldn't catch a cold,

Later, just before the Fire Sovereign passed away, he took nine disciples, none of whom knew of each other's existence, but each possessed a token left behind by the Fire Sovereign—these tokens were said at the time to contain the cultivation methods and martial techniques from Burn Heaven One to Burn Heaven Nine.

A Jiu glanced around but saw no sign of Bai Yan Yi; he summoned Ye Ziqing, whispered a few words in his ear, and Ziqing grinned and withdrew.

Moreover, the Fire Sovereign was still very young then, one of the rare young-generation cultivators to have reached the Fire Sovereign realm.

Having spoken, he nodded to Fang Xing, who said nothing in return but simply pointed at the empty air—immediately, a violent ripple appeared.

The Han family gate creaked open, and two sturdy maids rushed out, each grabbing one arm to escort Han Shiyu away, but Han Shiyu shoved them hard and broke free.

Danger was imminent! At this moment, Bai Yi could no longer afford caution; she immediately dispersed her spiritual sense, searching for the safest angle to retreat.

"Jinhui, I don't know how it came to this, but since it's happened, we must face it. Don't worry—everything will pass." She spoke as if to Jinhui, yet also as if to herself.

"Tan Haicheng? What happened to him? What does he have to do with this?" He hadn't expected Tan Haicheng to be dragged into this again.

He quickly steadied his emotions, started the car, shifted into gear, and was about to drive off when he immediately slammed on the brakes and stopped.

"Did my dad tell you that?" Lele abruptly stopped crying, staring at me with stubborn determination.

He assumed the sword had struck, but felt no pain; he looked down and saw the white-robed girl watching him with icy eyes—he instinctively knew those were killing eyes.

"Behind the waterfall? The Water Curtain Cave?" Luo Chen's heart jolted—he recalled the legend of the Water Curtain Cave on Flower-Fruit Mountain; could there be a Monkey King here?

Her foot caught on something, and Ruofei tumbled to the ground; pain shot through her hands and knees. She didn't get up right away, just lay still on the ground, motionless for a long time.

Xiao Lingyun wore a plain white long dress, a veil covering her face, hiding the birthmark; only two bright, sparkling eyes were visible, and she looked surprisingly beautiful.

She knew Xie Shi cared for Yanqiu, only opposing the broken engagement because she didn't want Yanqiu to suffer as she had; but now that they had pushed her to this point, refusing to break the engagement would only make Yanqiu suffer more—this marriage must be ended.

"Master, don't worry—I'll definitely apply to medical school for the college entrance exam, and I'll major in Traditional Chinese Medicine." Ruofei said.

"Master, I miss you so much! Do you know how much I've longed for you?" She sobbed and threw herself into his arms, clinging tightly. "I've been waiting for you." These were Li Yaohua's inner thoughts—but Li Yaohua might never have spoken them; today, she spoke them for her.

What I saw was real, yet no one believed me—and the surveillance footage, which should have captured the scene, showed nothing. I was furious, yet also frightened.

Unexpectedly, Tingting's mind was still somewhat clear; she shot me a playful glare and cooed, "Liangzi, you're so naughty—I want yours… hehe."

"You never seem to feed them enough, do you?" Alpachino couldn't help asking.