The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 334 - 199 Saving Human_2
"Ah, alright!" Her eyebrows lifted as her eyes sparkled with a smile.
The youth surnamed Fu swallowed the two medicine pills she handed over. As soon as he ingested the first one, a warm current rose in his stomach and within a few breaths, his entire body felt warm. His previously stiff and rigid limbs now regained their flexibility; upon swallowing the second pill, his stomach felt satisfyingly full, with no sense of hunger left. "Sister truly has the means of immortals!" He exclaimed with widened eyes.
Ning Xiaoxian chuckled: "You’ve got it wrong, I’ve only had help from an immortal." Time was precious, so she led the youth downstairs, took a sable coat from the rack, draped it over him, and then departed with Tu Jin, lifting the curtain and walking out.
Now she had cultivation, so the severe cold was nothing to her. She had worn the coat before simply to avoid shocking the world and its customs.
Outside the snow and wind intertwined. The trio had only taken a few dozen steps before they vanished from everyone’s sight. The inn’s shopkeeper glanced outside, shook his head, and retreated back to his counter.
During this trip, hardly pausing at all, the youth surnamed Fu raced back the way he had come, obviously remembering the route well in his escape. Ning Xiaoxian patted his head with praise, admiring the boy’s composure. If this were in Huaxia, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy would still be buried in his books, striving to learn—how could one acquire such shrewdness?
Tu Jin found that he was walking too slowly and supported him with his palm, instantly a flow of qi gently enveloping the youth, significantly lessening the chill and making the snowy ground much easier to tread. These two nobles were incredibly powerful! He bit his lip tightly, feeling even more hopeful about rescuing his father.
The return trip was much faster than the journey there. In merely 15 minutes, the three reached their destination.
The manor before them covered a large area, with earth houses and walls, most of which had collapsed, clearly long abandoned. The youth surnamed Fu hesitated as he had been carried unconscious into the manor and had later crawled out through an underground passage; he did not know where the cellar entrance was. Just as he was about to shout, Tu Jin stepped in front of the farmhouse, raised his head, and suddenly said, "It’s here."
He was a Soul Cultivator, particularly sensitive to human souls. Since there was a gathering of living people in this abandoned farmhouse, he naturally sensed it.
He turned into a peasant’s courtyard, walked to an inconspicuous corner, picked up a ring from the ground, and gave it a light tug. A squeaking sound ensued, and sure enough, a copper door to a cellar was lifted. The cold moonlight suddenly shone into the gloomy cellar bottom. The prisoners hung their heads, fearing they would be the next to be claimed by misfortune, with some unable to restrain a sob, muted as if they had covered their own mouths.
Ning Xiaoxian sighed deeply and said, "You are rescued, come out." She casually set a ladder she found in the manor into the cellar. Her compassionate heart overflowed once more.
The trapped people heard the crisp voice of a girl from above and, unable to believe their ears, lifted their heads, followed by a burst of cheering.
Tu Jin angrily said, "Silence, the enemy is still nearby!" With his low roar, the men indeed quieted down, but a few women cried with joy, sobbing unrestrained. Chaos ensued as they climbed the ladder when several burly men, relying on their physical strength, tried to push women and children aside to climb first. Suddenly a brisk gust swept their faces, bluntly knocking them back down without ceremony.
Tu Jin glared and ordered, "Women and the elderly first." With that, calm returned to the cellar and people ascended in order, trying to maintain silence.
The austere man snorted disdainfully twice: "Hmph, mortals!" Mortals indeed have shortsighted views; it’s their destined fate. Ning Xiaoxian looked at these people with a heart full of pity. She had only recently advanced from a mortal Body Refining to the next stage and naturally understood mortals’ selfishness, their sorrow, and pity. Nevertheless, it was precisely for this reason that she couldn’t bear to leave them behind.
When there were only four or five people left at the bottom of the cellar, she and Tu Jin exchanged a glance: someone was coming.
In the dead of night, those heading to a deserted village could only be bandits. The footsteps of the newcomers were very heavy, clearly human, but Ning Xiaoxian frowned; these people seemed to lack martial arts or Divine Skills, yet they ran with great speed unlike normal humans.
A strange look dawned on Tu Jin’s face: "Eh, the arrivals all have only one soul and one soul and can no longer be called human." He had obviously utilized his Divine Skills to investigate. Being a master at manipulating souls, his statement indicated the enemy attackers were undoubtedly strange.
Moments later, indeed around a dozen people rushed into the manor, dressed as villagers and carrying weapons. Their expressions were stiff, eyes vacant, each one’s body turning blue from the icy cold, some even with visible blackened flesh, clear signs of severe frostbite. Regardless, they didn’t care and swung their weapons at the living people in front of them.
The crowd was in an uproar, instinctively moving to evade. Ning Xiaoxian blocked an attack aimed at the mortals, immediately feeling that these soulless puppets possessed great strength but lacked any skill or pattern in their chopping. After several blocks, she found that the puppets simply hacked with all their might, akin to chopping wood or felling trees. The joints of some puppets were frozen stiff; with a little force, she could hear their bones shatter.
While she was still fending off the attackers, Tu Jin already dispatched all the puppets before him. His method was simple: decapitate them with a swift sword strike, and it was done. These low-level puppets did not warrant the use of his Divine Skills. As their heads came off, the puppets collapsed motionless. The living people behind him froze in terror, feeling that this Lord was too ruthless, killing as easily and efficiently as slaughtering chickens. (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to provide recommendation tickets and Monthly Tickets at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
