The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 812 - 449: Substituting Li for the Peach Tree

If the Flower-picking Envoy was killed in the Hulian Tribe, the Mingshui Immortal Sect would indeed trouble the tribe. But if he dies on the way escorting the maid, and the maid disappears too, the most likely scenario would be the convoy being robbed by bandits, having nothing to do with the Hulian Tribe, nor with Hulian Zhe, so the Mingshui Sect naturally wouldn’t blame them.

Understanding this layer, she sneered, "You surely have a good plan. Aren’t you afraid that a few years later, the Mingshui Sect will come to abduct people again?" She felt a chill in her heart; Hulian Zhe’s mind is truly ruthless. To prevent his sister from ending up in the Slave Camp, he is willing to ruthlessly harm other innocent weak girls in the Hulian Tribe.

Hulian Zhe said deeply, "The Immortal praises me too much. I have already transferred the Hulian family’s assets inland. Once this matter is resolved, I’ll leave the Great Snow Mountain with my sister!" He could have left long ago, but he hated that the previous Flower-picking Envoy resigned suddenly, leaving him no time to escape. The Immortal Sect’s abilities are countless times stronger than mortals, making an escape with his sister would result in being caught within three days.

He seems to have figured it out; the only way to deal with the Immortal Sect is to call upon other cultivators.

She pondered while saying, "Sounds too troublesome. I’m not as kind-hearted as an Immortal, I can just force you to take out the map right now."

Hulian Zhe laughed, pointed at his head, and said, "That map has long been damaged beyond repair, I burned it. However, I memorized it thoroughly beforehand; if the Immortal can assist me in succeeding, I will surely write it out and present it to you!"

Oh, in his mind? Tu Jin smiled and cracked his knuckles, making two cracking sounds, then stood up.

Ning Xiaoxian waved to stop him, "Deal. But you must draw the map first. I want it now! Additionally, you actually poisoned our wine. Death can be forgiven, but punishment is inevitable." Tu Jin indeed has the ability of Soul Searching, but painting skills aren’t something that just anyone can get right off the bat. Even if Tu Jin reads the map from Hulian Zhe’s mind, he couldn’t draw it as precisely. And everyone knows, any mark on a map that’s off by even a tiny margin can mean a vast error when enlarged in the Atalia Snow Mountain.

Hulian Zhe calmly said, "When I poisoned, I already considered the repercussions, the worst is death. As long as Minmin can be rescued from the pit of fire, even if the Immortal gouges my eyes and digs my heart, it’s no matter." As he said this, his fist pressed on the ground clenched tightly. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Tu Jin said sinisterly, "The worst is death? If it weren’t for the mistress speaking, you would know how difficult dying can be!"

Upon hearing this, Hulian Zhe shivered immediately. No matter how much he plots, he’s ultimately just a mortal with limited vision, unaware of how many terrible methods the Immortal sect possesses. At once, he dared not speak further, quickly crawled up, ceased pretending, and called for a servant to bring pen, ink, and paper, and started drawing the Snow Mountain map on the table.

Ning Xiaoxian stood aside watching for quite a while, discovering that the map he drew surprisingly looked presentable, the brushwork was soft yet managed to delineate the mountain contours with microscopic precision, using small characters for markings everywhere, amazed, "I didn’t realize you, a merchant’s son, also have painting skills."

Hulian Zhe bitterly smiled while putting down the pen, "Though living in this harsh place, my sister and I have been compelled to learn music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since childhood, under strict demands from our father, with no relaxation for a single day."

The Xuan paper brought by the servant was large, yet couldn’t accommodate the entire Snow Mountain. What he completed was merely a small piece; he took another sheet to continue drawing, while Ning Xiaoxian called a Hidden Stream Demon Guard, handed him the newly drawn map, "Order them, send six more men, to set off following this map."

Time slowly passed.

About two hours later, Hulian Zhe finally straightened his back, shook his sore arms and said, "All finished drawing."

The table was already spread with six sheets of ink-stained Xuan paper. This validates that Mr. Hulian’s education was not in vain, this kid’s heart and hand were steady, otherwise, more time would have been spent. Ning Xiaoxian picked them up, carefully blew them dry, then placed them in the storage bag, and said to him, "The map you drew better be real, otherwise..."

"Rest assured, Immortal, I’ve been memorizing this map since I was six; even blindfolded, I can draw it accurately." Hulian Zhe swore a solemn oath, "If there’s the slightest mistake, causing trouble to you, may I die without a burial place, with my soul eternally falling into the Great Black Heaven." Great Black Heaven is a local belief referring to hell. Having sworn this oath, Ning Xiaoxian believed him. Besides, this person is very clever, he certainly wouldn’t do anything to offend both Immortal Sound Sect and Ning Xiaoxian.