The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 412 - 244: Victory

"Very well." If she wishes to grow, she cannot always rely on the God Demon Prison, nor always on him, although Changtian also enjoys this feeling of being relied upon. Nearby, Qiongqi, unwilling to be left out, jumped and said: "Lord Changtian, tell me secretly first! I promise not to spread it."

Changtian chuckled deeply, seemingly in a good mood, then fell silent. She guessed that this fellow must have sealed the Demon Eye and revealed the spoilers to Qiongqi first.

Alas, she also wanted to listen.

From behind, the voice of Miluo came: "It is said that the Purple Lightning Sword has fallen into the hands of Quan Shaohua, truly a cause for celebration!"

Quan Shifang replied indifferently: "Thank you, thank you. I’ve only had it for a few days, Mr. Miluo’s sources are indeed well-informed." This demon was the first informant leader of Fengtian Prefecture, from the top-secret mentors of the Immortal Sects to the minor family affairs of mortals, he could get his hands on it.

"May I take a look at it?"

With a "clang," the clear sound rang out. She turned her head to see, but it was Quan Shifang who directly conjured the Purple Lightning Sword, sending a rainbow streak straight for Miluo’s face.

This sword was as fast as thunder, and with the additional power of the Thunder Prison on the blade, imposing and chilling, the sword tip stopped just two feet away from Miluo’s face, the fierce Sword Qi causing his long hair to flutter without wind. Miluo, still smiling, reached out and gently grasped the hilt, taking the sword into his hands and gently flicking it.

A crisp "ding" sounded, and Miluo praised, "Excellent sword," adding, "The Purple Lightning Sword embodies the power of thunder and lightning, perfectly suitable for Quan Shaohua’s Thunder Sword Technique. They complement each other well."

Quan Shifang softly "hmm"ed in response. His swordsmanship was a closely guarded secret of the Chaoyun Sect, it was strange if this information head didn’t know about it.

Miluo blinked again, showing a smile and said: "Guess who will be the next Sect Leader of Guangcheng Palace?"

Quan Shifang lowered his eyes: "Matters of the elders, it’s not my place to speculate."

"Your human etiquette is really dull," Miluo huffed lightly, "In my view, Qiu Chuyuan lacks virtue and cannot command respect, Hua Wenkai is straightforward and as dull as you, but Feng Wenbo knows how to cater to both sides and is cunning; his chances of seizing the position of Sect Leader are even greater."

After these words, he intentionally watched the small figure by the river turn her head, seemingly also listening, causing him to smile slyly. Every woman is curious, hers especially so. Hmm, this can be noted as a weakness.

"Who knows, maybe during this visit to the ceremony, we might even witness a Crossing Tribulation." Miluo spoke leisurely, "The current Sect Leader of Guangcheng Palace, Nangong Zhen, has reached the peak of the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, now forcibly suppressing his cultivation, waiting to pass on the position of Sect Leader before he can comfortably attempt the Crossing. I see, this trip to Guangcheng Palace, the chances of witnessing his Crossing are at least sixty percent. Tsk tsk, watching a great power undergo Tribulation is extremely beneficial to us."

Quan Shifang’s expression darkened, he transmitted to Miluo: "Why resort to such petty schemes?"

Miluo exclaimed: "What schemes have I resorted to?"

"You speak to distract, aiming to prevent Miss Ning from focusing fully on solving the riddle," Quan Shifang stated solemnly.

"Eh, really?"

Ignoring his astonished expression, Quan Shifang spoke seriously: "Miss Ning is just an ordinary woman, why must you make things difficult for her?"

But the fox demon righteously responded: "It’s fun! And besides," pausing a moment before adding, "She’s no longer a mere mortal, didn’t you know?"

Quan Shifang said coolly, "She once saved your life, why repay kindness with malice?"

Upon hearing this, the fox demon narrowed his eyes, taking a long time before slowly remarking: "How does it feel to hurt the one you care about?"

This incident had occurred just two or three days ago, and Miluo was already aware! Having inadvertently injured Ning Xiaoxian was his deepest regret, causing Quan Shifang’s pupils to narrow, feeling an uncontrollable urge to kill for the first time. The Purple Lightning Sword, already returned to his side, responded to its master’s anger, shimmering with layers of electric light.

Miluo still wore a cold smirk, yet his hand quietly slid into his wide sleeve.

"Hey, hey, are you two trying to get to know each other better? Staring silently for so long," Ning Xiaoxian, who was standing by the river, started walking back. Her footsteps were originally lighter than a cat’s, but now deliberately amplified, every step resonating with a certain rhythm, causes discomfort in the ears of the two men.

However, precisely because of her strange footsteps, the tense killing intent between Miluo and Quan Shifang was unexpectedly scattered. Both looked at her in surprise, not expecting her to possess this skill.

The steps Ning Xiaoxian treaded upon were derived from the Hunting Dance of the Barbarians from ancient times. She had only recently started practicing it, and Changtian was unwilling to demonstrate in person, merely infusing the tricks into a Jade Scroll for her self-study. Though her progress was slow, it was nonetheless sufficient to break the poor atmosphere between the two men.