MTL - The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master - Chapter 1684 war

Step inside if you dare, but be warned—this is no ordinary shop. Those who enter never leave the same… if they leave at all. A sinister force lurks within, fueled by a dark past and a thirst for revenge. The price? Twelve lives for twelve sins. As officials race to put an end to the bloodshed, the shop’s deadly grip tightens, claiming innocent victims one by one. Will anyone uncover the truth before it's too late? If you crave spine-tingling horror, heart-pounding thrills, and a mystery that refuses to stay buried, this book will haunt you long after the last page.

At the peak of her power, she had transmigrated to Beast World in primitive times. Drugged with an aphrodisiac, she found herself besieged by many beastmen. When Tang Guo was rescued by her reluctant fiance, she pounced on him under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

After the act, Tang Guo said, “From now on, we’ll go our separate ways. Let’s just drop the matter of us being engaged!”

Bai Ye was first angry, then dumbfounded, before getting indignant! Was this female despising him now?! He gradually realized that his arrogant, willful, unreasonable, lazy, and selfish fiancée seemed to have changed. She had awakened the Star of Wisdom and paved traiblazed many inventions. Moreover, her cooking was superb and had completely captured his heart!

The new Tang Guo was bold, decisive, and valiant, but no longer cared about him anymore. That wouldn’t do!

Bai Ye took the initiative. “Tang Guo, have you forgotten that we’re engaged?”

Tang Guo retorted, “This doesn’t count. It’s just my father’s one-sided verbal agreement. It’s fine not to mention it!”

Bai Ye forced his arms around her waist and smiled proudly. “That won’t do. Little brats can’t be born without a father!”

This was a story of a legend who loved beauty and food and led the Beast World to civilization.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.