On our wedding day, I castrated my fiancée's white moonlight.

Ye Fan closed his eyes.

Appearing in the chaotic space, the scene before him startled him.

In that vat of dragon blood, the lightning-struck wood sprouted completely, transforming into a willow tree over a meter tall, taking root in the dragon blood.

"Master... what is this?"

Atop a willow tree, a refined figure stood with his hands behind his back.

Ye Shitian's aged face was sharply defined, as if sculpted by a knife! Furthermore, his previously ethereal figure solidified, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Disciple, thanks to your dragon blood, I was able to recover so quickly!"

"This lightning-struck sacred tree is very powerful; it doesn't seem to be an ordinary willow tree. My divine soul was nurtured within it, and its recovery speed was surprisingly fast."

"I estimate that in a few years, I might actually be able to be resurrected."

Ye Fan exclaimed excitedly, "Really? That's wonderful!"

Sudden.

Ye Shitian grinned, a cold glint in his eyes on his old face!

Sizzle—!

With a clenched fist, the power of his soul transformed into a sword aura, decisively slashing towards Ye Fan's head!

Ye Fan was taken aback and retreated rapidly.

"Master, what's wrong?!?"

Ye Shitian sneered, "Hmph! Now that my soul is powerful, I will naturally possess your body."

"You're in good shape, I'll keep you for myself!"

Ye Fan felt a chill run through his body instantly.

Grit your teeth!

A broken sword appeared in his palm, obtained from Jin Yutang at the cost of eleven blood ginseng.

With a sword in hand, Ye Fan instantly gained confidence.

He subconsciously unleashed the Nine Heavenly Punishments Swords!

"Hahaha! Good lad, you're using the sword techniques I taught you to fight your master?" Ye Shitian shook his head.

The sword in his hand danced rapidly!

Ye Fan was forced into retreat, proving to be no match for him.

"Too slow! Too slow! Why don't you cultivate properly?"

"If I had aimed this sword at your neck, you would be dead!"

"This last strike was too slow!"

"No way! Have you been slacking off all the time?"

"Wrong! Not enough! Not enough! Not fast enough!"

"Continue! Continue..."

Every move Ye Shitian made contained a sharp killing intent!

Ye Fan was shocked to discover that Ye Shitian... didn't seem to really want to kill him! But every sword strike was deadly, and Ye Fan dared not gamble, so he could only desperately parry.

After more than three hundred rounds, Ye Fan could no longer hold on and was sent flying backward!

He fell straight to the ground!

"Not bad, you can last three hundred rounds!"

The murderous intent on Ye Shitian's face vanished without a trace.

Instead, he revealed an approving smile!

Ye Fan was panting heavily. Although he was fighting in his divine soul state, every move was a life-or-death battle, which greatly exhausted him!

"Huff huff huff... Master, you didn't want to kill me?"

"Hmph! If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead in the very first move!"

Ye Fan suddenly realized: "Master, are you training me?"

No wonder.

Ye Fan sensed something was wrong when he was fighting Ye Shitian!

Although Ye Shitian used deadly moves everywhere, he also showed mercy everywhere! Otherwise, with his strength, he would never have been able to fight the God of Slaughter who dominated the Central Plains a thousand years ago for more than three hundred rounds!

Ye Shitian said with a serious expression, "Remember! Apart from your parents, anyone close to you could take your life!"

"You're still too trusting. Even if I were your master, if I had wanted to kill you just now, you wouldn't have had a chance to survive!"

Ye Fan nodded solemnly.

Ye Shitian was betrayed by the person he once loved!

This lesson was based on his own experience.

"Oh, right! I have another big gift for you!"

Ye Fan's eyes lit up: "Oh?"

Ye Shitian said proudly, "Back then, I plundered the five holy lands."

"I've taken quite a few treasures. Go to a place where you can find the treasure left behind by your master!"

After saying that, Ye Shitian gave Ye Fan an address.

It was actually deep in a valley within the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty in the East.

When Ye Fan saw the address, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "This... Master, are you sure this is the place?"

Ye Shitian frowned: "What's wrong? Is there a problem with this place?"

Ye Fan gasped, "Master, this place is near the reclusive Ye family!"

……

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

When Ye Fan emerged from the chaotic space, the little white tiger was frantically drinking bathwater.

The bathwater in the tub had run dry.

The little white tiger's belly was almost bursting from drinking, but it was still drinking greedily.

"Holy crap..."

Ye Fan's lips twitched, and he grabbed the little white tiger, saying, "Are you crazy? If you drink any more, aren't you afraid of bursting?"

"Awoo!"

The little white tiger opened its mouth and let out a low growl.

Ye Fan discovered that its fur was actually emitting a faint blood-red glow.

"Are you going to evolve?"

Just as Ye Fan was still in shock, Hua Nongyue rushed in: "Young Master, something has happened!"

Ye Fan quickly put the little white tiger down: "What's wrong?"

……

Meanwhile, in a courtyard of the world's number one auction house, Wang Danian, carrying a bundle of thorns on his back, knelt in the courtyard and kowtowed frantically.

"Wang Danian, what are you doing?"

Seeing Ye Fan rush over, Wang Danian continued to kowtow frantically!

His head slammed against the floor tiles with a loud thud, and blood gushed out.

"Waaaah! Your Highness, I'm so sorry!"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault! The brothers have been really itching to train for the past two weeks!"

"I told everyone to relax a bit. You all thought this was the Great Xia Dragon Capital, and that a few good-for-nothing gamblers went to the casino in the Divine City to gamble... and several of my brothers lost so much they're now being held captive!"

Upon learning the whole story, Ye Fan's expression darkened.

"It's none of your business!"

"You've been set up!"

Ye Fan kicked Wang Danian: "What the hell are you still kneeling for? Take me to the casino!"

"Yes, that's right!"

Wang Danian wiped his nose and quickly got up.

……

Shencheng, Hongyun Casino.

A dozen or so veterans from the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion and members of the Aotian Gang were surrounded in the middle of the casino hall.

All around were gamblers, each with a mocking smile on their face as they watched the show!

"You've gambled away all your gold and spirit stones! You've even enslaved your own mothers, children, and wives!"

"Now that I've lost my own hands and feet, what else is there to lose?"

"If you keep losing, it'll be your lives!"

A young man shook his head with amusement.

At the feet of the dozen or so veterans present, there was a machete!

"Hurry up, I don't have much patience."

"Your leader, Ye Fan, is also the head of the number one auction house in the world! Ye Fan won the life of Wang Kun in the Wang family of Zhongzhou. Without saying a word, the old master Wang killed his own son."

"What? Did you lose your hands and feet and refuse to cut them off?"

The young man sighed, "Alas, your Aotian Gang is a liar!"

These words were spoken.

The others present chimed in, "The Aotian Gang is a liar!"

"Heh! These are the people Ye Fan brought out?"

"So that's all they are! The Wang family keeps their promises, but Ye Fan's people are untrustworthy! I think the people from the world's number one auction house are the same kind of scum!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of all the dozen or so veterans present turned red.

"Your Highness, I'm so sorry..."

"No! We can't let the Prince break his promise!"

A dozen or so veteran soldiers from the Prince's Palace gritted their teeth, picked up the machetes from the ground, and slashed at their own thighs.

At this critical moment!

A furious shout came from behind: "Stop it, all of you!"