The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 579 - 332: The Sacrifice to the Lake God

Not long after, a drizzle began to fall from the sky. Rain in the jungle was exhausting; it could make the already difficult paths several times harder to traverse. However, Ning Xiaoxian was no longer the Wu Xia A Meng who used to follow the Cloud Tiger Trading Team. As the first drops of rain fell, Qi Zai quickly found a cave nearby to take shelter in. Soon after, Tu Jin also came back. His face was flushed with joy, clearly having had a successful hunt. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

She casually summoned a breeze to sweep all the dust out of the small cave, then fetched firewood from the kitchen on the Fifth Floor of the God Demon Prison and lit it. Actually, no one here was afraid of the cold, but she still liked to light a bonfire on rainy days, listening to the crackling sound of the firewood in the flames. In terms that Tu Jin and Qi Zai wouldn’t understand, this is called "having a vibe."

The rain in the forest came suddenly and fiercely. A few bolts of lightning flashed by, and then a curtain of rain like strings of pearls hung down at the entrance of the cave. The cave Qi Zai found was very good; it was situated high up, so the rainwater wouldn’t backflow into it.

After the rain, the fragrance of fresh grass and earth began to permeate the air between the trees. She liked this smell very much; it was something one could not experience in the God Demon Prison. Ning Xiaoxian gazed into the bonfire, lost in thought, and suddenly said, "I always feel that something is not quite right."

Qi Zai was tidying his feathers, and upon hearing her, turned his head and said, "Are you talking about that young girl?"

"Exactly. We were in such a hurry to leave just now, and many signs, now that I think about it, seem quite off. She is a mountain folk, certainly aware of the dangers of entering the mountains at night, so why would she stray into the deep mountain forest in the dark?" She sighed, "The people who came looking for her are also suspicious, all men. Men and women do not casually touch hands, so if they were truly her relatives concerned about her, they should have sent a woman to meet her, women in the mountains with some strength are not necessarily weaker than men."

Changtian joined the conversation, "Ultimately, she was injured by the wild boar that you were chasing, and you feel guilty about it. If you’re truly concerned about her safety, go look for her again tomorrow morning. Just in time, the process of our chasing the wild boar should have been erased from her memory."

The night passed without conversation, with only the sound of rain persisting until dawn.

Raji slowly woke up from a deep sleep, having had a good dream where the handsome Kambu said he wanted to marry her. But just as she was about to reply, her mother’s sobbing echoed faintly.

She struggled to open her eyes and found her mother indeed sitting by her side, covering her face as she sobbed. "I’m still alive! After getting hit by that huge wild boar, why am I still alive?"

Her mother was a crybaby, always quick to tears when faced with anything troublesome—she had known this since she was little. The two of them depended on each other, and she was like the pillar of their household.

Her mother noticed her waking up and hurriedly wiped her tears, saying, "You’re awake, dawn is about to break... my daughter, why did you have to anger the Lake God? In another two hours, the village chief is going to take you to be sacrificed!" As she spoke her last words, her voice trembled, revealing the pain in her heart.

Raji propped herself up in bed but realized that her whole body was in pain. She clutched her chest, suppressing the urge to cough. She noticed that her wound was well-bandaged. Considering she was supposed to be pushed into the lake this morning, why did the villagers take such care with her injuries?

Besides, there was only one inept Witch in the village. Was his skill really that good?

She asked weakly, "Mother, who treated my wounds?"

Her mother halted her crying and said, "When you were brought back yesterday, your injuries were already treated. The village chief said they picked you up in the forest. That you didn’t die from such a serious wound must be the will of the Lake God." Everyone knew that the Lake God only consumed living offerings, and Raji would not have been accepted as a sacrifice if she were dead.

Raji’s eyes widened as she stared blankly at the roof beams: "Is that so?" Somehow, after encountering that huge wild boar, she had become indifferent to her own life and death, as if being eaten by the Lake God wasn’t a big deal. What she wanted to know now was what had happened after the wild boar had flung her away because she clearly remembered that someone had shouted commandingly, and it was a woman’s voice.

Her survival must be related to that woman, otherwise, the men in the village might look ferocious when facing her, but they were not enough to fend off the wild boar. Raji sighed; it would have been better if she had been conscious at that time. Just a plea for help might have moved that woman to save not only her but also her mother.