The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 339 - 202: 111
After he learned the Elixir recipe, he didn’t take it to heart, for once any person consumes the Lifespan Extension Pill, it can only take effect once in their life. After all, he himself is a Cultivator, and the lifespan of a Golden Core cultivator already spans several hundred years.
Because he was skilled in elixir refinement, people started to seek him out, expressing their willingness to purchase his Lifespan Extension Pills at an appropriate Spirit Stone price every three years. Huang Zhong was merely a Loose Cultivator, and due to early years of conflict, his Cultivation Realm had greatly diminished. The path of cultivation had become very difficult for him, so naturally, he was overjoyed at such good fortune. Thus, he sought out the secluded location of Kunlong Snow Mountain, and every time the ice and snow were about to melt, he would capture mortals to refine Lifespan Extension Pills.
In such an expanse of boundless snow on the mountain, no matter how mortals went missing, it wouldn’t attract the attention of Immortal Sects. For decades, he had led a carefree and comfortable life, accumulating considerable wealth.
"Do you know who eventually bought the refined Lifespan Extension Pills?"
Huang Zhong shook his head: "I am not sure, I only know that every three years, someone would meet with me to exchange the Elixirs for Spirit Stones." He paused before adding, "However, I did my own investigation and it seems that the Lifespan Extension Pills ended up at the auction at Heavenly Residence."
Heavenly Residence! She was suddenly taken aback. This was the leading auction house of Nan Zhanbu Continent, so renowned that even she found it thunderously familiar.
She then casually asked a few more questions, which Huang Zhong sincerely answered, and he swore an oath, claiming that he was telling the complete truth.
"Whether it’s the truth or not is not for you to decide." She signalled Tu Jin with a glance, who understood and released a stream of black fog from his fingertips, drifting into Huang Zhong’s ears. The cultivator instantly felt as if he had been forcibly fed a hundred or so pounds of White Liquor, not only feeling nauseous and chest-heavy, but also suffering from unbearable pain in his head, with the blood vessels near his temples throbbing violently, as if they were about to burst at any second...
Human mouths can lie with ease on both sides; only the memory of the soul cannot tell untruths.
A few moments later, Tu Jin retrieved his soul avatar; it seemed that the game of "truth or dare" was over. He then said to Ning Xiaoxian, "He didn’t lie."
Having a human-shaped lie detector is indeed very useful.
Ning Xiaoxian nodded in satisfaction: "You know your place. Hand over the Secret Techniques you obtained from the Immortal Cave."
Huang Zhong dared not disobey, he took out a small booklet from his storage bag and handed it over, full of hope he asked, "Miss, I’ve told the whole truth, what about the promise you made just now?"
Ning Xiaoxian shrugged: "I keep my word. Since you’ve spoken the truth, naturally, I will not take your life." She then took a step to the side.
Huang Zhong had just breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have escaped death, but saw a young man with a flushed face stand behind Ning Xiaoxian. The youth was young, but his eyes were as fierce as a wolf’s, glaring at him as if he couldn’t wait to tear a chunk of flesh from him.
In his hand, he tightly held a strangely made Dagger.
Even though Huang Zhong looked down on mortals, he had never encountered such a malicious gaze, and he urgently said, "Miss, what is this...what does this mean?"
But he saw the young woman extend her slender fingers, looking at her neatly trimmed, pearly-white fingertips, and said in a drawl, "As I said, I will not take your life. But as for him, I can’t make any guarantees. Who made you kill his father?"
In these years, Huang Zhong’s hands had been stained with the blood of many mortals, and this brat had a vendetta against him! Huang Zhong’s face turned pale immediately, and just as he was about to beg for mercy, he saw the youth silently lunge forward and plunged the dagger into his left shoulder. Then, with a twist of his hand, blood spurted out!
He howled in pain, but with his Divine Skills restrained, he couldn’t move at all.
The youth surnamed Fu showed a look of gratification on his face, moving with a speed and composure that belied his young age, he wielded the dagger again. This strike hit Huang Zhong’s right ankle tendon.
Listening to the successive howls of his nemesis, his eyes turned completely red, veins bulged on his forehead, and he stabbed Huang Zhong twice more.
"Villain, when you harmed my father, did you ever think that you would have this day?!"
He gasped for breath as he raised the dagger, about to strike again, but unexpectedly, his wrist was grasped by a slender hand.
This hand was soft as if boneless, its fingers delicate and smooth as if they could be easily broken. Yet with just a squeeze, the youth surnamed Fu’s wrist was rendered immobile. He struggled a bit more to no avail and turned his head to look at the owner of the hand.
"Enough." Ning Xiaoxian spoke softly. She wanted to let the boy have his revenge, but did not intend to let him fall into demonic obsession.
