The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 500 - 290: Earth Spirit Child

The twenty buns in that steamer, made from yellow rice rather than the fine fluffy wheat buns she ate in Huaxia, were at least half a pound each. When they were cold and hard, you could actually use one to smash someone’s forehead and draw blood. They truly lived up to their weight.

People say that restaurant owners don’t fear big eaters, but this meal practically wiped out half of the restaurant’s food supply. Even then, it was only just "barely" satisfying!

These cursed bottomless pits! My poor, poor purse!

White Tiger, seeing her face turn dark green from anger, couldn’t help but laugh heartily: "Don’t make that face. Before Changtian has attained his full enlightenment, his appetite will be many times greater than mine." After all, he’s just an old tiger; how could he compete with a giant snake in terms of stomach capacity?

Ning Xiaoxian ignored him.

The clerk’s face had already gone numb. One must not lack experience living in this world, for the two figures before him were surely non-human, possibly Great Demons from some mountain. It’s said that demons possess Great Divine Power, and although he couldn’t tell what was so special about this handsome man and beautiful woman, their eating prowess alone was something mortals couldn’t match even if they tried.

An expert indeed works in mysterious ways.

After a satisfactory meal, White Tiger followed her out of the restaurant. It was a time when the moon shone brightly and the stars were sparse, lighting up the road very clearly. He stretched lazily, and his bones cracked softly. Then, he extended his hand to Ning Xiaoxian.

Under the moonlight, she examined his palm for a while before saying, "Hmm, thick palms, long fingers, deep lines, and clear color—you indeed have the auspicious signs of a ruler and the Five Elements well-matched. Not bad at all. But I’m afraid you might encounter a bloody disaster soon!"

White Tiger curiously asked, "What are you doing?"

"Aren’t you stretching your paw out for me to read your palm?"

He curled his lips and said, "I am inherently a malevolent star of slaughter, isn’t there always a bloody disaster wherever I go? Your fortune-telling is as good as not saying anything..." He chuckled, shaking his hand, "Miss, could you spare some silver?" Having just escaped from Yuhu Peak, he truly had no Silver Coins on him.

Ning Xiaoxian replied irritably, "Will a silver note do when you buy things?"

He coughed twice and said, "Normally, it would do. But I’m afraid this is a place you wouldn’t want to go to."

A place she wouldn’t want to go to? Ning Xiaoxian’s thoughts whirled, and her face immediately dropped. Sure enough, after a full belly, his mind turns to that sort of thing—the shameless old tiger! She once again firmed up her resolve to keep Changtian away from such bad company.

When White Tiger saw her face turning red with anger, he couldn’t help but lower his head, drawing near her lovely face, and joked, "If you want to come along, I don’t mind indeed." His strong masculine scent wafted towards her.

"Get lost!" She stepped back immediately, cursing, "How much do you want?"

"Just thirty thousand will suffice."

Do you really think my money falls from the sky?

"With such a good look of yours, entering a brothel would have girls paying to be with you. Hmm, or you could seek out Mr. Wu; he would certainly offer up a hefty sum with both hands; your travel expenses would be covered all the way." While her words were spiteful, she still rigidly stuffed two twenty-five thousand taels silver notes into his hand—the double of 250!

Unfortunately, White Tiger could not appreciate the profound meaning behind it. The two appeared to chat as they walked, until they reached a secluded and deserted alleyway when suddenly White Tiger vanished with a cold, dark chuckle.

Ning Xiaoxian was not surprised, and just as she lowered her head to kick away a stone on the ground, White Tiger had already reappeared in front of her with a man in tow.

She had a good memory and naturally recognized this as one of Mr. Wu’s servants who stood behind him earlier. "So, Mr. Wu wasn’t completely dazzled by beauty; he remembered to leave someone behind to tail us. Seems like he’s really afraid we might run away," she said to White Tiger with a smile.

The "handsome" face darkened again as White Tiger wasted no time; only getting out a cry for "Young master, young mistress, spare..." before the last word "life" could be uttered, his body burst into a dense cloud of blood mist.

Having killed a man, White Tiger’s pent-up anger eased slightly. He controlled the situation perfectly, with not a single bloodstain on either of them. The blood mist, dense and evenly red, actually possessed an eerily beautiful quality. Being gifted with Divine Skills, she noticed a wisp of faint white light emerging from the blood mist with nowhere to go; White Tiger stretched out his hand and absorbed it.

"Is this... a soul?" It was her first time witnessing the process of soul harvesting.

"Yes, inexperienced little girl." White Tiger took out three White Hairs and handed them to her, "If danger arises later, you can use these to summon me to help."

"No creativity, plagiarizing Sun Monkey’s life-saving hair trick? She scoffed, "A token from none other than the White Tiger God should at least be several pieces of top-grade jade. What’s with plucking a few hairs? It’s simply too shabby."

The White Tiger held his chest, unable to speak for a moment, choked by her words. A treasure that others could only dream of begging for, and this little wench dares to belittle it? He couldn’t be bothered to argue with her any longer, he snorted lightly and said, "Life is short in the spring night," having already killed the person tailing them, he didn’t linger any longer and stretched lazily as he headed towards the brothel, disappearing from her sight in a few moments.

Inside God Demon Prison, the Pill Furnace Qiongqi clicked its tongue, "A Divine Beast’s body, how can a mortal woman endure it?"

An awkward silence fell inside and out immediately.

She quickly changed the subject, "A mighty White Tiger God with an off-the-charts Combat Power, why would he care about a mere soul?"

Changtian asked her, "Have you ever heard of the term ’to become a ghost under a tiger’?"

"Yes. Those who are eaten by a tiger will become ghosts after death and help the tiger do evil." She immediately understood, "Are you saying that the soul will be refined into a Chang Ghost?"

"Correct, the White Tiger has this innate talent to refine souls into Chang Ghosts to serve him. Even when he is wounded in battle, he can consume these Chang Ghosts to heal his injuries. However, he usually chooses souls from giant demons or powerful cultivators. Perhaps he has just broken free from confinement this time and randomly picked a mortal soul to use for now."

As he spoke, he seemed to receive a hint and instructed Tu Jin, "Refine a few Earth Yin Child for future communication use." The latter responded respectfully.

She wondered, "Earth Yin Child?"

"These are yin ghosts crafted from Life Souls. If done properly, the Earth Yin Child’s appearance is no different from a normal person, commonly made from earth, water, and wood. An Earth Yin Child can travel a thousand miles underground upon touching soil, making them highly suitable for communication. Tu Jin is a Soul Cultivator; this should be his specialty." Changtian laughed, "Haven’t you recently been concerned about difficulty in contacting your various properties? The Earth Yin Child can help you stay connected."

Tu Jin said with a sinister tone, "Several prisoners have recently died on the fourth level of the Demon Prison, their souls have been already extracted by me and sealed in the Sealing Soul Ball. Since Divine Monarch commands, once I return I’ll refine a few Earth Yin Child."

Ning Xiaoxian was about to show her pleasure when it was frozen by this conversation, and she hummed softly. Even if she felt compassion, the way here had been filled with demons and cultivators harboring ill intentions towards her, their deaths were just that. She never had the habit of teaching one to turn to good from the start.

"Where is the playboy then?" Right then, Tu Jin also left the God Demon Prison. Soon the people would be working for him, so naturally, he had to be proactive.

Ning Xiaoxian opened her palm, and there in her palm was a Ding Ning Bee with a slender waist. "He’s in West City, probably about to enter his mansion. Hmph, reeking of alcohol, absolutely stinky." This wasn’t because she had learned some new Divine Skill, but because she had released the Ding Ning Bees earlier in the restaurant. At Guangcheng Palace’s Crane Peak, Old K Face from Tianlan Courtyard had intended to use these mutant bees for reconnaissance in the small tower. However, these bees had everything going for them except for weak Divine Souls, which were controlled by Tu Jin, and later given to Ning Xiaoxian.

With an expert’s help, she effortlessly made the bee swarm recognize her as their master. Just now when Mr. Wu was flirtatiously offering his soul to the White Tiger in the side room, she ordered a Ding Ning Bee to sneak under his clothes. These bees were smaller than ordinary bees, and their flight was silent, making them excellent for reconnaissance. Following Mr. Wu all the way, they constantly emitted a peculiar scent that contained various information about the prey, such as height, weight, condition, etc., detectable only by other bees from the same swarm.

As expected, Wu Mansion was the largest on Runhe Street, even without the guide from Ding Ning Peak; it would not be difficult for them to find this family.

Tu Jin stood at the entrance for a while, then shook his head to Ning Xiaoxian, "There’s no such scent here. Whatever treasure that is emitting it, it doesn’t seem to be in this Prefecture."

She didn’t mind, "No worries. A crafty rabbit has three burrows; we’ll eventually get the information out."

Now, nearing midnight, thick clouds obscured the moonlight, making it the perfect time for thievery. With guidance from the Ding Ning Bee, they didn’t have to exert much effort to extract Mr. Wu from the most exquisite small building in Wu Mansion without alerting anyone. The young master, having unknowingly encountered a beauty, was restless with desire all evening, drinking until slightly tipsy before sneaking back to the mansion. Little did he know that as soon as he fell asleep, he would be rudely awakened.

At first, someone was vigorously shaking his shoulder. Mr. Wu grumbled, "Let go! Who is this dog that dares to touch me?"

The person indeed stopped touching him. Mr. Wu, satisfied, smacked his lips and was about to meet the beauty again in his dreams when he heard two sharp cracks, followed by a burning pain on his cheeks!

"Who! Which bastard dares to hit me...?" He awoke with a start from his dream, about to curse out loud, but the sight of the person in front of him made him pause, "Is, is it you? What do you want to do?" He looked around and saw the raging night wind, ghost grass wailing, and the cries of unknown wild beasts; he was actually asleep in a desolate wilderness, not in the high bed and soft pillow of Wu Mansion. He wasn’t stupid, knowing he had encountered an expert, he immediately curled up into a ball, looking pitiful.

This guy, his face changes quickly. Ning Xiaoxian motioned to Tu Jin with a curl of her lip, "He’s yours to deal with now."

Tu Jin wasn’t about to be polite, grabbing Mr. Wu by the collar and demanding, "The extremely yin object you recently touched, where did you put it?"

Mr. Wu looked confused, "Extremely yin object?"(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)