The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 795 - 440: Nothing

Hey, hey, are these two treating her like the big villain? Can Qi Zai, this simple-minded, brawny bird, not see that she’s helping him?

Instantly, her enthusiasm was doused, almost entirely. Ning Xiaoxian snorted coldly: "Why did you make such a big promise? The first condition is not agreed upon. Stand up, I’ll give you another condition. You don’t have to marry Chi Bihu, but you must leave the Ba Snake Mountain Range with me, departing within two days."

Although Qingluan didn’t understand what "leaving" meant, upon hearing that she would not have to marry Chi Bihu, she accepted it as if granted amnesty. She was once favored by Jiu Mo, but now that He Sect Leader was in charge, she certainly wouldn’t be reused. All the power in her hands would have to be handed over, and with nothing to concern herself after that, it was acceptable to leave with Ning Xiaoxian for a short period.

At that moment, she didn’t realize that this departure might last a very long time.

Ning Xiaoxian watched her, becoming more and more satisfied. Qingluan’s cultivation was profound, and she was in a long-range profession, making up for her team’s lack of remote attack capability, which was extremely good. "With your help, Jiu Mo won’t die. She’s truly fortunate to be repaid for her past kindness; you’ll see her in a couple of days." She smiled. In this world, there are always many who adorn success, but few who offer help in times of need. That Qingluan could be there for Jiu Mo was also a repayment for the kindness of the past.

Qi Zai excitedly bid farewell to Ning Xiaoxian and left holding Qingluan’s hand. When a woman’s heart is in turmoil, it’s the perfect opportunity for a man to take advantage; Qi Zai likely had a night of ensoled beauty to enjoy. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Ah, such a simple romance isn’t bad. Ning Xiaoxian sighed, slowly ambling back to her residence. Recently, her life hadn’t seen much turbulence, so she gave Tu Jin an extended break and let him go into seclusion.

Xu Nongyou had left Hidden Stream over two months ago. The broad courtyard was quiet as if it was the dawn of creation, with only her standing alone in the darkness and solitude.

Then, the sparse wutong trees sway in the moonlight, faint willow by the frog croaks.

He Sect Leader finally held the great power of Hidden Stream, and Ning Xiaoxian had indirectly controlled at least half of the Demon Sect. Yet, why did she only feel loneliness in her heart at this moment? She took a long, long breath. In the end, no matter the glory and noise in front and behind, the place where the heart finds peace is only with that one man.

Today she was dawdling around because she was unwilling to face Changtian, always feeling something bad was going to happen. But what’s meant to come will always come. Ning Xiaoxian sighed, steeled herself, and entered the God Demon Prison, so the large residence fell completely silent, without a hint of human qi.

She didn’t really understand why she felt guilty. It was Miluo who stole a kiss from her, not her who attempted anything untoward on someone; logically, she was the victim. Shouldn’t Changtian consider this? Yet, yet, her being so indecisive, just thinking about Changtian having witnessed all their actions made a chill rise up her spine. It was a fear from the bottom of her heart.

Unexpectedly, after she came in, Changtian just glanced at her, his breathtakingly handsome face calm, showing no hint of anger, still pointing out her lessons, her alchemy, her cultivation of soil, as if everything was usual.

However, this eerily calm atmosphere is what’s truly abnormal, isn’t it? Even if she was oblivious, she could still see the Pill Furnace Qiongqi by Changtian’s feet continuously winking at her.

"Qiongqi, what’s wrong with your face, cramping?" he asked, holding a book without looking up.

"N-no, nothing!" Qiongqi honestly went back to alchemy, not daring to give her another glance. It’s not that I’m not loyal, my dear mistress, but you’ll have to wish yourself good luck.

"Changtian?" she spoke hesitantly. This man was extremely petty, and certainly wouldn’t let her off easily. Whether she sticks her neck out or shrinks it, still one chop; might as well get it over with, and save herself from prolonged anxiety!

"Hmm?" He put down the book in his hand and looked over intently.

"Um... today..." His expression was calm, the golden light in his eyes warm and bright. Yet it was precisely this gleam that vanished the courage she had mustered in her heart, like snow melting under the scorching sun. She quickly lowered her head and concentrated on staring at her fingers.

Hesitating for a good while, she still couldn’t speak out. Huh? Why did she feel like she’s the one being caught? Clearly, she was the victim.