The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 453: Nothing nothing nothing
Her advanced massage skills were still so excellent. Ning Xiaoxian was truly too exhausted to resist the onset of sleepiness and peacefully drifted into dreamland.
Before long, her breathing became faint and intermittent. Ever since she had developed her Divine Skills, she mostly replaced sleep with cultivation and breathing regulation, but the best way to recover after severe overuse of her Divine Soul was still to have a comfortable sleep like this. Regardless of whether one is a mortal or a Cultivator, sleep is the best way to restore the Divine Soul.
The True One Technique continued to operate firmly yet slowly within her. This miraculous spell could also nurture her Divine Soul, albeit at a slower pace. Changtian transmitted his own Divine Power into her body, accelerating the effects of the True One Technique.
Today, as she was refining the God Transformation Pill, her performance exceeded his expectations. He had thought that even with the assistance of the Pill Furnace Qiongqi, she would at least need to fail three or four times before grasping the knack of it. Who knew she would succeed in one fell swoop without a single failure? Judging from her Enlightenment through the Cloud Sea and Ying River, the girl was highly perceptive, a natural talent; and today’s Alchemy had shown her incredible resilience, both of which are the most important qualities for a cultivator.
He had never told her that, for Human Cultivators, only those at the Void Refining Stage could attempt to refine the God Transformation Pill. Those below the Void Refining Stage should not even entertain the thought of crafting such an Elixir. This was the true reason why the God Transformation Pill was so precious. If people knew that she, not even twenty years old and at the Great Success Stage of her cultivation, could perform such a heaven-defying feat, wouldn’t they regard her as a true demon?
Her success was largely due to the Divine Power and high-level alchemy fire from Changtian, but her own mastery of Alchemy techniques and her ability to ’Seeing the micro and knowing the macro’ were also integral to her accomplishment.
Regrettably, in Changtian’s own words, her success seemed only natural, and so after the successful refinement, she felt joy but no pride.
Changtian gazed quietly at her, unconsciously hugging her tighter and tighter, as if intending to merge her into his body. He whispered to her sleeping face, "Ignore them."
Ning Xiaoxian instinctively struggled a bit. Changtian slightly loosened his hold on her, brushed the damp black hair from her forehead, and planted a gentle kiss on her delicate brow, even swallowing the fine beads of sweat. After savoring it for a while, he murmured, "It doesn’t smell." In her dream, Ning Xiaoxian seemed to hear him; she pursed her lips, shifted her position, and rubbed all the remaining sweat and furnace ash onto his black clothes.
In the corner, Qiongqi stifled its laughter, trying to make itself even less noticeable. It dared not imagine how the Divine Monarch would punish it if it dared to break the current atmosphere.
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Her sleep lasted two full hours before she finally woke up, and she was roused by someone else.
The voice of Tu Jin reached her, "Lord Divine Monarch, three female disciples from the Chaoyun Sect have come looking for Ning Xiaoxian. They had already visited once three hours ago, and I turned them away. This time they insisted that they will not leave until they see her."
Changtian had sealed the Demon Eye earlier to avoid disturbances, not allowing external messages to come through. Now that she was about to wake up, he let Tu Jin report the situation from outside.
It was now late into the night (9 p.m.). Since the ceremonial observance was to take place the next morning, most Cultivators had returned to their dwellings to rest and engage in cultivation, in anticipation of the next day. It was indeed strange for her not be in her quarters at this time.
Ning Xiaoxian opened her bleary eyes and took a long while to digest the information from Tu Jin’s words.
Those women... were they here because of Quan Shifang to pick a quarrel?
Right now, she was lying in Changtian’s arms, so comfortable that she didn’t even want to move her little toe; why were those women bothering her again? Perhaps the expression in her eyes was too obvious, so Changtian pinched her chin and delivered a kiss that was not gentle, but decidedly lingering. By the time he let her go, she couldn’t help but want to take deep breaths.
"You can ignore them," he quietly asked her, "How do you feel now?"
Ning Xiaoxian squinted at him, "I was already dizzy, and after your kiss, it’s gotten even worse." Her head was still a bit swollen, probably a side effect of overusing her Divine Soul, but her body was already fine. Her inner core was full of Divine Power.
Looking at him with her striking, shyly coy eyes was sure to exact a price. Changtian thought this as he hugged her slender waist, moved the beauty from his embrace onto the Black Stone Couch, and leaned over her, not forgetting to toss the wide-eyed Qiongqi who was eagerly watching the show directly into the small garden.
