The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 519 - 300 Ali
Changtian asked her in a low voice: "Now, what do you plan to do?"
She understood why Nangong Zhen entrusted her with his affairs after his death. Guangcheng Palace had already sealed off its mountain, and since she was outside, it meant that she had left Guangcheng Palace before Yin Jiu You was born, and it was impossible for her to be possessed. Nangong Zhen preferred to take a risk to trust a young girl he had just met rather than his own disciples, wasn’t this a kind of sorrow?
"We can’t delay any longer, we need to leave now," she pondered for a moment before saying, "The priority is to get you out of prison first. It won’t take a day or two for Yin Jiu You to seize the great power of Guangcheng Palace, so we’ll find an opportunity to hand over the Token and the Jade Scroll to Bai Qing. As for Qianjin Hall, we can talk about it later."
She then wrote a letter and attached it to the green coins, sending it out to find Miluo. Eight days later, when Guangcheng Palace reopened its mountain gate, Miluo would receive this letter. She detailed in the letter how Fire Worship Valley had commissioned the Wu Family to gather intel on Fengtian Prefecture, instructing him to send someone to the Wu Mansion to collect intelligence and also rescue the Wu Family by chance.
It is said that the enemy of one’s enemy is a friend. If Fire Worship Valley and Yin Jiu You are inseparably linked, then what is stopping her from pulling Fengtian Prefecture onto the battle ship?
(The volume ends here at Guangcheng Palace. Next volume, Bai Yujing)
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Mid-August, within Liang State. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
This state is full of valleys and big rivers. The harsh winds from the Northwest are like knives, sculpting mountains into bizarre rocky shapes, with peaks standing ruggedly. The river water struggles and traverses hard, divided by the valleys into shattered segments, depositing many small shallow banks between river channels. Traveling through such terrain becomes particularly challenging.
At this moment, a small team is braving these difficulties. They climbed over treacherous cliffs, passed through sunlight-obscured dense forests, and followed the sound of running water to the riverside.
Seeing the water, everyone sighed deeply. The leader shouted: "Rest here. We move on in two hours!"
People seemed completely exhausted except for a few robust men who had the energy left to collect firewood and wild vegetables from the woods, while women were picking up pebbles on the river bank, ready to build a cooking stove. A man, gasping for breath while sitting on the ground, took out some partially sieved flour from a bag on his back and threw it into a pot, and the women quickly followed by tossing in the washed vegetables, stirred continuously, making a pot of flour paste soup.
The adults were so tired that they were almost falling apart, but a wide-eyed little girl was energetically running around, also helping to pull out many wild vegetables. However, during the meal, no one remembered her until the flour paste in the pot was almost finished, then a thin dark-skinned middle-aged woman called her: "Ali, have some too."
Ali pulled out a broken bowl from somewhere, happily passed it over, but when she retracted her hand, there was only half a bowl of paste left, which she could finish in one strong slurp. However, she didn’t, instead cradling the bowl, squinting and slowly sipped until finished, even lingeringly licking the bottom of the bowl.
With such a small amount of paste soup, she felt even hungrier, but Ali didn’t dare say anything. The villagers from the village were in a very heavy mood because of the disaster. If she dared to complain about wanting more food, the villagers would likely leave her behind. She could faintly hear the mother of Wang Cuo sobbing softly nearby, cursing while crying that Ali, the wild child, didn’t die while her own Wang Cuo did.
Wang Cuo, like most people in the village, did not survive that disaster. But she did. She, a girl without parents, support, and even a home, somehow had not died in that disaster.
She rolled up her sleeves, helping the women to clean the pots, as the fish in the river, only as big as her palm, smelled the aroma of the paste and quickly swam over attempting to scavenge for food. Prompted by an idea, Ali grabbed a colander, dipped it in the river water, and also dumped the dishwater into it. Before long, white flour sediment settled to the bottom, several timid fish lingered for a long time but eventually couldn’t resist the lure of the food and bravely swam into the colander.
With one lift of her hand, the colander was out of the water, capturing the few greedy fishes in its grid. "Hey, we have fish to eat now!" Ali proudly announced.
The villagers didn’t respond to her, but a gentle voice came from nearby: "Little girl, you are really clever."
She looked up and saw a tall youth in a green shirt, who exuded an aura she had never seen before, but she instantly recalled a word the village teacher mentioned, "elegant and refined," describing the youth’s bright and expressive eyes that faintly shone with a gentle light.
