The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 440 - 259: Scroll_2

Ji Zhenzong thought for a long time, then said, "I not only want to have enough to eat without worry, I also want to crush those who have bullied me one by one, just like crushing lice." He tilted his head and added, "And I need you to help squeeze out their egg yolks!"

"...Fine, that’s easy enough, as long as you keep your promise. As for squeezing people’s egg yolks, you can do it yourself."

Ji Zhenzong looked around the walls and casually chose a direction to walk towards. It seemed like he would hit the wall the next instant, but the stone wall suddenly retracted, creating a small space for him—this Magic Artifact was so spiritually attuned that it allowed him to come and go as he pleased in this mountain, unimpeded.

Ji Zhenzong didn’t stop moving and soon walked far away.

The small stone room remained silent for a while.

After a good while, the coarse voice sighed softly: "Guanglingzi was a hero in his life; how has his descendant fallen to this state?"

If Ning Xiaoxian heard this, she would probably be shocked again. In Guangcheng Palace, there is an unwritten rule that only those Sect Leaders who successfully pass through the Heavenly Tribulation and whose cultivation and morality are recognized by the world are eligible to receive a Daoist name starting with ’Guang’ and ending with ’zi’. Guanglingzi was among those with a highly renowned name.

Ten thousand years ago, Guanglingzi alone fought against a hundred thousand Demon Soldiers in the North Desert and furiously slew the Demon King "White Demon" amidst the army. This giant Ape Demon committed countless evils, and when reaching the Tribulation Crossing Stage Perfection, faced the Sixth Layer Heaven Tribulation, and even survived it. Afterwards, he rose swiftly, becoming extremely powerful. Guanglingzi only used three moves to slay him under the sword.

Latterly, after obtaining the Heavenly Gazing Staff, Guanglingzi gave up the sword for the staff, advancing bravely and intensively in his cultivation, and during the Middle Ages War ten thousand years ago, he became a pivotal figure for the Human Clan, safeguarding the peace of beings.

How could the not-so-bright Ji Zhenzong be related to such a heroic figure?

The coarse voice chuckled again: "You’re right, Ji had good talents originally and was quick-witted. If he hadn’t been harmed into bewilderment, how could he work for us?" The tone turned fierce, "Having stayed in this Magic Artifact for almost ten thousand years, my bones are nearly rusted. Once out, I really want to find Guangcheng Palace and settle this bad luck. Don’t you think so?"

"Damn, you must be a turtle, right? Related to that old Dragon Turtle? You really can endure!"

He mumbled a few words to himself again, and finally, the stone room turned silent. If anyone else were here, they would surely think the voice’s owner had split personalities.

Meanwhile, Ning Xiaoxian waited beside the stone wall for two hours. Despite her Mental State improving rapidly, such tedious waiting was quite exhausting, especially as the moon was setting in the west, and the dawn’s first light appeared... in another half-hour, the rolling Cloud Sea would embrace the sunrise. She stood here without fear of being seen, but felt quite stifled inside.

The simple-minded looking Ji Zhenzong, could he really have deceived her?

Qiongqi kept her company by chatting endlessly, and Changtian interjected: "No need to wait anymore. Ji Zhenzong might have left from another place. The mountain is too vast, beyond our sensory range. A cunning rabbit has three burrows, not to mention the crucial secrets hidden in this mountain."

She hesitated: "But should I pursue his whereabouts?"

"That’s unnecessary. The secrets in the mountain have not just existed for a day or two. It’s a sensitive period now, and probing might arouse suspicion," said Changtian thoughtfully. "This matter undoubtedly needs to be investigated thoroughly, but there’s no hurry. You can look for him after the ceremonial observance ends."

Ning Xiaoxian responded. Aware of his suspicion about her external channels for acquiring the Technique, she summoned Qi Zai through a Blood Oath and lazily mounted it, then flew to enjoy the sunrise over the Cloud Sea for a while before returning to Crane Peak.

As she entered the small building, a familiar figure approached from the entrance. Deputy Chief of Duobao Pavilion, Li Jianming, came with a smile, cupping his hands and saying, "Miss Ning, you’re up early. I’ve fetched the items; mission accomplished!"

Li Jianming’s visit was to deliver medicinal materials. He took out a Jade Box from his arms and opened it, revealing a strange small plant with roots and stems, each leaf shaped like a small snake, some coiled, others stretched, in colors ranging from light green to deep purple. Beside the tender stem, there was a small bud, indicating a new plant yet to grow fully.

These small snakes had crystal-clear, ruby-like eyes, and their mouths flicked red tongues, almost resembling real snakes. If not for the fact that their leaf roots were firmly growing from the plant’s stem and the root systems were deeply buried in the soil of the Jade Box, they would seem like living snakes.

Ning Xiaoxian reached out to touch a deep purple small snake, but it quickly coiled up, raised its neck, and hissed, taking on an intimidating posture as if choosing someone to bite. Li Jianming’s expression changed and he said, "Miss Ning, the leaves of the white flower snake tongue grass are also toxic, the darker the color, the deeper the poison. It would be quite troublesome if bitten, so please be careful."

Yet, the young lady just smiled lightly, her delicate fingertips still reaching for the small snake. Seeing its warning ineffective, the small snake sprang up like a spring, opened its tiny sharp teeth for a bite, moving so fast it left a blur. Ning Xiaoxian’s fingers somehow dodged this attack, gently patting its head, then pressing on its vital point. The snake immediately wilted, listlessly flipping over its belly, revealing a golden thread on its stomach.

Seeing this, Li Jianming’s expression slightly congealed.

This young lady did not boast openly, and he never knew how she rescued everyone from Reincarnation. He had only regarded her as an Alchemy expert, but today, her revealed skill was clearly that of a proficient, proving not only her deep understanding of medicinal materials but also the mastery in her swift, unseen movement.(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, we invite you to vote and support the author with recommendation tickets and Monthly Tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users can visit m.qidian.com for reading.)