Qin Chao gasped sharply!
One hundred million!
Was she a Taoist Priestess here to save people?
Or a bully taking advantage of the situation?
"WeChat? Alipay? Cloud QuickPass? Or mobile transfer?"
With his injured arm cradling Little Meat Dumpling, Bo Wang took out his phone with his other hand and skillfully opened a banking app.
Just as he opened it, before he could even initiate the transfer, Bo Wang saw stars, threw his head back, and collapsed.
Qin Chao was startled and hurriedly supported Bo Wang, anxiously dialing the "120" emergency number.
"Hello, 120? This is the Convention Center!"
Ning Xi stepped forward and lightly tapped a specific acupoint on Bo Wang's head with a single finger.
Her slender fingers gently supported Bo Wang's left arm, then with a forceful push, the dislocated bone snapped back into place instantly.
An intense wave of pain jolted the unconscious Bo Wang back to awareness.
Qin Chao was stunned by Ning Xi's series of fluid, seamless movements, his pupils practically trembling in shock.
"A one hundred million bonus, no need to thank me."
Ning Xi was like a clear mountain spring—cool and aloof.
Qin Chao couldn't help but voice a soul-searching question, "Didn't you see Master Bo was injured?"
Hearing Qin Chao's words, a blazing light flashed in Ning Xi's cold, star-like eyes.
"Treating illnesses is possible, but consultation fees are separate."
Qin Chao: ??
Bo Wang might have suffered a minor concussion from the fall, as he was feeling a bit nauseous.
With a tap of his slender finger, he transferred "one hundred million" from his bank account to Ning Xi's personal account.
"Ding dong."
Ning Xi checked her text message—one hundred million received.
This one hundred million could make up for the "12 million" lost this morning, slightly easing Ning Xi's heartache.
She took out the IOU Bo Wang had handwritten from the pouch at her waist, gently placed it in Bo Wang's hand, and asked with a money-grubbing glint in her eye, "Since we're acquaintances, how about a 10% discount on the consultation fee?"
Bo Wang thought about the pitiful balance left in his bank account and swiftly refused.
"No need, I'll go to the hospital."
Ning Xi glanced at Bo Wang with a hint of regret.
What a pity.
A cash cow like Bo Wang was rare in this world.
She hadn't finished fleecing him this time; hopefully, there would be another chance to continue later.
Ning Xi gracefully departed. Qin Chao watched her pristine Taoist Robe, feeling as if a fresh, natural forest scent lingered around him.
"Master Bo, she returned the IOU, so she's not your creditor anymore. Can I pursue her?"
A trace of menace flickered in Bo Wang's peach-blossom eyes, a playful smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
"Qin Chao, in her eyes, you're not as handsome as banknotes."
Qin Chao choked for a moment, retorting stubbornly, "That's not necessarily true. Usually, beauties are into looks…"
"You're not allowed to have any bad ideas about my sister!"
Little Meat Dumpling bared his teeth at Qin Chao like a little puppy guarding its territory.
Qin Chao deliberately teased, "A fair lady is a gentleman's desire, you little brat, do you understand?"
"Sister is going to be my daddy's wife."
Qin Chao suddenly burst into deafening laughter.
Bo Wang took off the wrist guard he was wearing and stuffed it into Qin Chao's mouth, saying coldly, "Shut up!"
The ambulance arrived with sirens blaring.
Supported by Qin Chao and Little Meat Dumpling, Bo Wang boarded the ambulance.
Ning Xi, meanwhile, returned to the Taoist Convention venue.
Due to Ning Xi's heroic and graceful rescue earlier, she instantly became a celebrity in the eyes of most fellow Taoists.
Ning Sa walked to her spot, picked up her belongings, and prepared to leave the venue.
"Young Taoist Ning, I seek your guidance."
A young Taoist Priestess in a blue Taoist Robe approached Ning Xi, her round face like a silver platter brimming with intense fighting spirit.
As she spoke, the Fly-whisk in her hand unfurled like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.
That flower formed by the whisk, carrying a chilling killing intent, enveloped Ning Xi within it.
Ning Xi: Life down the mountain is great—so many fat sheep!
Meng Wuyou: Good job, my dear disciple!