The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 1114 - 590: Flicking the Sleeve (Part 3)

Recently, many people have come to visit him, and he has lost count. He has heard all about Yan Xiaobao's matters and has long regretted the situation. Unfortunately, as the saying goes, the wood has already been made into a ship, and there's hardly anything that can be done. After all, despite Yan Xiaobao's particular attention, he hasn't done anything to harm anyone.

Upon hearing Bai Xiaochun continue to call him, Zheng Yuandong slowly stood up, cleared his throat, and looked solemnly.

"Calm down, I hear you."

Looking very charming, Yan Xiaobao hurriedly clasped his hands in greeting. "Young brother sends greetings, brother and sister leader."

Zheng Yuandong sighed internally. Although he knew what had happened, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh shiveringly as he led Yan Xiaobao into the forbidden area behind the mountain.

In the Immortal Cave of the region, there hung a portrait of a middle-aged man on the wall. As he gazed into the distance, the man smiled faintly, exuding a unique aura that made his image look very lifelike.

Below the portrait was a small shrine, upon which spiritual fruits and spiritual candles could be seen. The Immortal Cave was simple and elegant, filled with an incredible sense of dignity.

As soon as Yan Xiaobao entered the room, he hurried over to the portrait and knelt down. He then began kowtowing, touching his forehead to the ground nine times, his expression extremely solemn.

Finally, he raised his head to look at the portrait, his eyes filled with devout sincerity. "Master, your disciple comes to worship."

Zheng Yuandong stood watching from the side. Although he knew Yan Xiaobao was stubborn and mischievous, he could also tell he had a filial heart. Considering Zheng Yuandong's life experiences, he knew from Bai Xiaochun's expression that the devout sincerity was real, not an act.

But then... Yan Xiaobao continued speaking.

"Master, your disciple has gone through hard times. I can't even fly... The masters of the other disciples have given them magic items to help them fly and treasures to protect life. Sadly, I have nothing...

"It's alright, Master. Anyway, your disciple doesn't care about material things. Sir, as long as I can burn some incense for you, I'm happy. Who knows, maybe your Spirit in heaven will hear me and somehow manage to leave me something..."

When Zheng Yuandong heard this, his eyes widened.

"Master, not long ago your disciple sacrificed everything to protect this sect and to ensure its ten-thousand-years legacy continues. To uphold the honor of this sect, I was mercilessly chased down, and during that time, all my magic items were lost or ruined. I returned to the sect with nothing to call my own. My belongings are empty. I am poorer than a servant...

"However, I don't want you to feel any pressure, Master. It's okay. Your disciple isn't afraid of lacking defensive magic items. Even if I don't have a magical flying device, I will still pass through Hell or high waters to enter this sect. It's my duty! However, if enough time goes by and I haven't come to burn incense for you, Master, it will only show that my lack of life-protecting magic items and magical flying devices has cost me my poor little life... At least then I could be reunited with you personally, sir." As he spoke, Yan Xiaobao glanced from the corner of his eye at his dear brother and sister leader.

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