The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 404 - 239 The Incredible Treasure

Ning Xiaoxian touched her face: "What’s wrong, do I have flowers on my face?"

The farmer girl quickly lowered her head: "No. Miss, you are very beautiful, you must be someone of high standing, right?"

She smiled, saying nothing. Someone of high standing? She must be tens of thousands of miles away from that term, right? However, she happily accepted the compliment for being "beautiful."

The girl in front of her continued, "I see Young Master Quan is really concerned about you. The day he brought you here, he even helped with setting your bones. These past few days he’s been looking after you tirelessly..." Before she could finish, Ning Xiaoxian cut her off: "Setting bones?" She didn’t need the farmer girl to tell her of Quan Shifang’s kindness; she was well aware of it.

"Yes, when you were first brought over, your injuries were severe, and your right hand’s bones were broken."

That’s right, she had used her hands twice to block the Magic Artifact; it would have been odd if they hadn’t broken. The fact that it wasn’t a comminuted fracture showed that her bones had become significantly tougher and resilient. Without proper resetting, even consuming Jade Dew Pills would have been useless.

She sighed quietly and asked, "Where is Senior Brother Quan today?" Since waking up, there hadn’t been any activity outside, Quan Shifang wasn’t there.

"He... went into the county early in the morning."

After a bit more idle chatter, the farmer girl bid her farewell and left. With Quan Shifang gone, the girl seemed to have lost her spirit. Alas, Quan was truly a troublesome presence.

Watching the girl’s figure vanish from view, Ning Xiaoxian found herself zoning out. This farmer girl was almost an exact copy of herself from half a year ago, living an ordinary life, only able to secretly envy Cultivators, her greatest wish perhaps only to marry into a good family and to pray for a life free from sickness and disaster.

Although Ning Xiaoxian’s journey had been tough, she had somehow managed to leap out of the mortal’s predestined fate and gained a bit of freedom to control her own future.

Seeing that nobody was around, it was a good opportunity to visit Changtian.

"Why didn’t you help me then?" she inquired with a touch of resentment.

"I recognized the Sword Qi of Quan Shifang," Changtian paused slightly, "His strength was not lethal, otherwise the Jade Pendant given to you by Tantai Yi would have been activated. Besides, if you want to progress faster, such extreme battles are inevitable."

"Furthermore, if I had used the Summoning God Technique to help you, the trauma caused by the technique would have been worse than your current injuries, which wouldn’t have been worthwhile."

Having practiced the Demon Cultivation Technique, her recovery rate was faster than Quan Shifang anticipated, and after some time of recuperating, she could barely move around.

Changtian placed his palm on her back, channeling Divine Power to smooth her meridians and heal her organ injuries. Quan Shifang had done something similar, but the Divine Power in both Changtian and Ning Xiaoxian was of the same origin, making the healing process doubly effective.

She felt as comfortable and safe as if she was soaking in a hot spring. Once he finished healing her, she could stand up straight, and her complexion was much rosier.

Although Changtian retracted his Divine Power, he did not withdraw his hand.

Changtian today seemed somewhat different than usual.

Changtian’s face was red, as if he had soaked in a hot spring for too long, looking infuriatingly sexy. Any trace of his usual sternness seemed to have been thrown out to the distant lands of Java. She chuckled softly, tiptoed to nip the tip of his nose, then he captured her hands and pulled her into his embrace.

"Don’t move, don’t play with fire!" he said hoarsely, yet not daring to hold her too tightly. Pretending to be a saint or a gentleman was too painful, especially since he wasn’t cut out for that at all.

He had some things he wanted to say to her, but now he suddenly didn’t feel like speaking, so he shifted the subject: "What is that thing you’ve got?"

Oh right, the third Treasure no one knew about had been lying in her storage bag for several days now; had he not mentioned it, she almost would have forgotten about it.

The object was no larger than a fingernail, shaped like a dented triangle, resembling a broken arrowhead. It was very crudely made; she would say it looked like a Stone Age caveman’s tool, without even a hint of polishing.

Now that the inappropriate time had passed, Tu Jin and Qiongqi appeared on the lower level. The two keen individuals and one beast looked at the stone cone for a long while but couldn’t figure out what it was.

Qiongqi clicked his tongue: "What on earth is this?"

"Soul Devouring Needle." This was Ning Xiaoxian’s voice.

Tu Jin was shocked: "How do you know?" How did their confused mistress know something that the three of them were clueless about?

"I’m not sure, I just know that as soon as I touched this thing, its introduction automatically came to my mind," Ning Xiaoxian shrugged. "And I feel a sense of familiarity and comfort, just like when I touch my Tusk."

The origin of the Soul Devouring Needle was unclear to her, but she knew that this Magic Artifact specifically harmed the soul. When used, it needed only to strike the enemy’s forehead to inflict severe damage, making it an extremely sinister Magic Artifact.

Hearing this, Tu Jin took two steps back, wearing a vigilant expression.

It makes sense, as he is a Soul Cultivator, if this object was effective, it would be his nemesis, perfectly tailored... to be his bane.

It was only when Changtian heard the introduction that his demeanor immediately became focused, and he stood up straight: "What grade is it?"

"I’m not sure myself." She handed over the Soul Devouring Needle.

Changtian scrutinized it for a while before frowning and shaking his head: "Holding it in my hand, I don’t feel a thing. There’s no description about it, nor any feeling of closeness. It seems like this item has recognized you as its master from the moment it came into being, with an affinity surpassing even that of Tusk, inaccessible to a second user." There was a hint of regret in his words.

Is it destiny that this Magic Artifact belongs to her? When had her protagonist’s halo evolved to be so badass?

But what is Changtian feeling regretful about? Who does he intend to use this Magic Artifact against?

Ning Xiaoxian shrugged her shoulders and dripped blood on the Soul Devouring Needle to recognize it as her master, oblivious to his thoughtful expression.

After all, she is not a person of this world, so why would there be a Magic Artifact fated for her and tailored to her?

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When Quan Shifang returned, she obediently lay back down on the bamboo bed.

In his hand, he carried a delicately crafted small box and placed it by her bed.

She blinked: "What’s this?"

Seeing that she did not seem angry, a smile appeared on Quan Shifang’s lips: "It’s an apology."

When she opened the box, she felt like a little girl unwrapping a gift. Inside were four-colored pastries—red, yellow, white, green—with plum blossoms pinched into the crust, which looked very appetizing. Most importantly, they were still steaming hot.

"These are from the most famous pastry shop in Xiguanshan County. When we were in Siping County, I saw you really enjoyed... really loved eating." Her culinary skills were excellent, and her grandfather often said that someone who loves to cook must love to eat as well.

"How did you go and buy this?" This doesn’t seem like something Quan Shaohua would do.

"I asked... the girl by the door. She said that girls all like snacks." That poor farmer girl, she gave Quan Shifang an idea, yet he couldn’t remember her name.

Speaking of which, there weren’t many girls’ names he remembered to begin with.

Xiguanshan County is a hundred miles from here, and he actually went to buy them for her by sword control. For the notoriously low-key Quan Shifang, this was quite out of the ordinary.

This kind-hearted gesture, she should accept it.

"Who sent this White Tiger pelage?" She had used it as a pillow for several days and knew well that this treasure was soft and warm, but it certainly wasn’t something Quan Shifang would buy. She guessed it might be a gift from another woman enamored with him.

"..."

Quan was dumbfounded, seemingly trying hard to remember, but couldn’t recall the name.

Holding back a laugh, Ning Xiaoxian picked a red pastry and popped it into her mouth. The pastry was made crisp, allowing even a maiden with petite lips to eat one with each bite, which was very user-friendly.

After she took a pastry, Quan Shifang let out a sigh of relief.

It meant she had forgiven him.

"Tasty." She savored it before praising, "This flavor, it is rose Poria Cake, right? Have a piece too?" After saying that, she passed one to his hand.

With crumbs in her mouth, she dared not show her teeth, only her eyes narrowed, as if twinkling with laughter.

Seeing her like this, Quan Shifang didn’t know why, but he took the pastry in his hand and put it into his mouth.

Indeed, it was very sweet.

He wasn’t particularly fond of sweet things, but this piece somehow tasted quite pleasant, sweet as honey, sweetening his heart.

Then there was a strange silence.

Neither Quan Shifang nor she knew what to say next.

If they had feelings for each other, this would have been a golden moment with an inexplicable delight in their hearts. Unfortunately, Ning Xiaoxian firmly remembered the onlookers from the God Demon Prison who watched without paying, and Qi Zai was also eyeing them covetously, so she could only cough lightly: "Qi Zai." (To be continued. If you like this work, please go to qidian.com to cast your recommendation tickets, Monthly Ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)