The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 488 - 283 White Tiger

As the crowd dispersed, Miluo noticed that Quan Shifang, although following behind Bai Qing, was looking around with a face full of anxiousness. He suddenly realized: "That’s right, the previous two waves of chaotic rock attacks by the White Tiger were very sharp, knocking down quite a few Loose Cultivators, he must be worried about Ning Xiaoxian’s safety." He had already scanned around moments before and hadn’t seen Ning Xiaoxian’s figure. Yet, in his heart, he didn’t think that this young girl would encounter any danger. She seemed to always possess some kind of strange power that allowed her to avoid risks and escape predicaments.

Bai Qing was walking in front, but it was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. His Magic Artifact paused beneath his feet, and he sighed into Quan Shifang’s ear with a transmission: "Foolish child, go and find her yourself."

Quan Shifang was overjoyed, almost beaming with delight, he respectfully responded with a "Thank you, Master" and greeted his fellow sect members, but the speed of his sword control had already betrayed his mood. Knowing that he headed straight for Crane Peak, Bai Qing shook his head. This disciple, although gentle by nature, had always been as steady as himself, but even on the day Quan Shifang made a breakthrough to the Golden Core Late Stage, his face wasn’t as joyful as this.

He had tacitly allowed Quan Shifang and that girl, but he didn’t know whether it was a blessing or a curse for this lovesick disciple.

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Half a day later, in the northern mountains beyond Guangcheng Palace.

This place was a hundred miles away from the territory of Guangcheng Palace, and the earth-shattering boom from the collapse of Yuhu Peak had already settled down.

It was the seventh month of flowing fire, a time when the chirping of cicadas made the forest quieter and the songs of birds made the mountain more secluded. Yet, a person emerged from a beast path that animals had trodden, coming out from behind the trees.

This person was very tall, wearing a hat on his head, his features unclear, only showing a square, well-defined jaw with a slight cleft in the center of the chin. He wore a shoulder-length animal skin tunic that revealed two sturdy arms, this old outfit instead accentuated his muscular limbs and every muscle seemed filled with explosive power.

He carried a big bow on his back, a Roe deer, and his belt was also strung with two hares and two wild pheasants, just like a hunter returning full-handed.

The weather was hot, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead and the tip of his nose, hearing the cheerful babble of a stream nearby, he couldn’t help but crack a smile. In such sultry weather, having a refreshing cold water bath was truly delightful.

Wading through grass that was taller than a man, the cheerfully flowing stream water appeared before his eyes, where he could see fish frolicking in the stream, truly a serene scene. The man licked his lips, eager to step forward, scooped a handful of water over his face to savor the coolness, then he unslung his bow, the Roe deer, and his belt, and took off his tunic, revealing his robust upper body, ready to take off his trousers and boots and jump into the stream when he caught sight of something from the corner of his eye and abruptly froze.

There was a pretty girl in a purple dress by the stream, leaning against a big stone and looking at him with a smile, her eyes dark as Mo Yu, without a trace of shyness, almost as if him being stark naked there was the most natural thing in the world.

On the girl’s shoulder, perched a pure white little bird.

This stream in the deep mountain forest, the sudden appearance of a young girl was very strange. The hunter’s lips trembled for quite a while before he managed to say: "Are you a human or a demon?"

The girl smiled, revealing a set of pearly teeth: "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that, sir?"

The hunter was taken aback: "I’m just a mountain hunter, who happened to catch an extra Roe deer today, the lady overestimates me."

This girl was naturally Ning Xiaoxian. She covered her mouth and chuckled: "So even an Ancient Giant Demon has to hide his head while showing his tail, what a disappointment. The Shaking Heaven God even said you were a great monster with an imposing presence, turns out... I’ll have to tell him later, he’s mistaken."

As she uttered the words "Shaking Heaven God", the hunter’s pupils involuntarily shrank and he took a step forward. Ning Xiaoxian was already on guard against him, and as he made a move, she immediately drifted backward.

But the hunter only took one step forward and then stood still, mocking her, "The courage of a young girl isn’t much after all." Having dropped the pretense, his voice regained its huskiness and ferocity, exactly the same as the voice that Ji Zhenzong had heard inside the stone room on Yuhu Peak.

He raised his hand to take off his hat, revealing a face brimming with vigor. Ning Xiaoxian had seen men like Changtian, Quan Shifang, and Miluo, who had handsome and elegant features, but this man in front of her had thick eyebrows and big eyes, with marble-like, strong facial lines, yet undeniably handsome, and with his stature, he exuded wild and untamed attractiveness, the type most favored by mature women.