The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 387 - 229 Support_2

She finally breathed a sigh of relief. When she saw Feng Shiyu, she deeply regretted why she hadn’t insisted on bringing the severely injured Miluo to the God Demon Prison. If this person were not trustworthy, she didn’t know how dire her consequences might be.

In the future, she really shouldn’t be so willful anymore.

While she was daydreaming, Changtian said softly beside her ear: "Everyone has gone far away, what’s there left to see? Go absorb some moonlight." This cunning fox, finally willing to scram far away.

This person, just can’t stand seeing her rest. She pouted and, holding the Moonlight Cup, went upstairs.

With Feng Shiyu’s protection, the green giant bird flew boldly through the night sky. Miluo, with eyes closed, listened as the Green Bird relayed: "Young Master, the Eldest Young Master released false news about your appearance in the Southern region, delaying everyone’s efforts considerably. Thankfully, we then received your transmission soon after."

Miluo "Hmm"ed, without saying anything.

"Moreover, the poison insect you had placed on Lord Wu Huo’s daughter, Wu Yunfang, has suddenly been undone recently, and we are currently investigating the reason..."

Just then, Miluo interjected, "No need to investigate anymore. Just find an opportunity to do another favor for Wu Huo, that’s all."

The Green Bird was startled and said, "Ah?... Yes."

Mo Guai, Changtian, and Ning Xiaoxian felt that this poison removal was a bit too easy this time. As it turns out, the poison was indeed ordered by Miluo to be placed on Wu Yunfang. The original plan was, when Wu Yunfang was about to die from the poison, one of his men would show up to save her, doing a favor for Wutuo City’s City Lord Wu Huo, who could be useful in his later plans.

But along came Ning Xiaoxian, who unexpectedly grabbed him to remove the poison from Wu Yunfang. What was even more infuriating was that he didn’t know why he had impulsively helped her, using his own Gu King to extract his own Flipping Gu... While maintaining an appearance as if nothing ever disturbed his peace.

Is there an event more absurd than this in the world?

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With temporary reprieve in her relationship with Miluo and no longer having to face the relentless pursuit from Fengtian Prefecture, Ning Xiaoxian felt greatly relieved. She thus galloped through the air three days and three nights without touching ground.

So, by the time she arrived at Dusu Ridge, she was quite tired.

Below the mountain was a small town. The Qilin landed on the outskirts and transformed into a human before entering the town with her. She had descended among mortals on a Qilin before, an act not without precedent, but as it turned out, not everyone cherished being the center of attention.

The town was small, with many houses hanging pelts at their fronts. As the saying goes, live off the mountain if you’re next to one—it seems there were many hunters here. She strolled around half the town and found only two eateries. She chose the one with the more dilapidated appearance and nearly falling sign, not for any other reason but because it had more diners.

This small restaurant indeed surprised her, as the restaurant owner served a specialty dish called "powdered skin." But through Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes, this was simply jelly noodles. A beloved delicacy in Huaxia, she hadn’t anticipated a rendezvous with it in such an inconspicuous town. After waiting 15 minutes, the clerk served up a big bowl of jelly noodles. The noodles themselves were snow-white and lustrous, tender and bouncy, topped with sesame oil, fragrant vinegar, fine salt, garlic juice, and a homemade fried seasoning, making for a refreshingly sweet and delightful dish in early summer, inciting a light sweat of enjoyment.

It was a pity there was no red spicy chili oil, or the flavor could have been enhanced even further. As she pondered, she overheard two men at a nearby table whispering, "Lately I don’t know what kind of bad luck it’s been, firstly encountering two days of peach blossom miasma in the mountains, and nobody could enter. Just today when we were finally able to enter and had reached halfway up the mountain, suddenly heard Mr. Bo’s angry roar followed by sounds of a scuffle, who knows what happened."

"And then what, you just ran back down?"

The first speaker replied with a wry smile, "Mr. Bo has the biggest authority in Dusu Ridge. When he gets angry, who would dare to venture into the mountain? Alas, I haven’t even touched my bow for two days. If this continues, I don’t know what my wife will nag about."

Mr. Bo? Ning Xiaoxian scooped up a chopstick full of jelly noodles, just right to cover the smile on her lips. It seemed she hadn’t chosen the wrong place. She listened a bit longer, then turned around and asked the two men, "Gentlemen, may I ask who Mr. Bo is?"

The two men, clad in light leather armor and leggings, with worn cowhide boots clearly indicating they were local hunters, were surprised by someone eavesdropping on their conversation and showed slight displeasure. But lifting their heads and seeing a beautiful girl speaking,

Ning Xiaoxian, dressed today in a pale pink treasure-patterned floral double-breasted robe layered over a pure white plain coat, looked even more picturesque and elegant with an air of sharpness. The men were momentarily dazed, and one of them absently replied, "A great monster in the mountains of Dusu Ridge."

Many relatively benign demons are referred to by Humans as "Lord" or "Mr."; Mr. Bo was one of them. She pondered, "Mr. Bo, is there really such a demon in Dusu Ridge?"

"Yes, there is," the first hunter replied, "I’ve seen him myself. Mr. Bo looks much like a horse, with a white body and a black tail, having claws instead of hooves and a mouth full of sharp teeth."

She chuckled, "You got so close you could see Mr. Bo, and he didn’t swallow you up?"

With her laugh blooming like a hundred flowers, one hunter was startled, while the other hurriedly said, "Mr. Bo is quite generous to Humans, allowing us hunters to enter the mountains to hunt, as long as we don’t step on the stone mountain he resides in, or disturb him at noon." This was an open secret within Dusu Ridge, and he didn’t mind sharing it with Ning Xiaoxian.

"How do you know the rules he set, does he talk?"

"It is said that he does, but we two haven’t heard it. Some people in our village have even talked with Mr. Bo." (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to cast your recommendation or monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users can read at m.qidian.com.)