The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 825 - 455: A Miss and a Lost Advantage (Part 2)

Seven meters, ten feet...

Three feet, two feet...

This distance was incomparably perfect. She gathered Divine Power at her fingertips, ready to strike first, unaware that Qing Ji frowned and actually reached out to grasp her hand, seeming unalert. Originally, in order to impersonate Hulian Minmin, she had applied water-red impatiens juice to her nails.

Young Master Qing Ji, like Miluo, does not seem to be skilled in martial arts. Her palm lifted, her slender fingers danced, yet she had already swiftly reached for his palm as fast as lightning. If she managed to grab it, with the hundreds of thousands of pounds of Giant Strength she carried, she couldn’t imagine a way Qing Ji could resist.

At that instant, all the Hidden Guard lurking in the darkness tensed their bodies, ready to strike.

In a flash, victory and defeat were to be decided. This seemingly simple grab was infused with all her strength, the seemingly delicate wrist bones could turn as strong as steel at any moment.

At this instant, she no longer concealed herself, opening her Divine Thought completely, and thus sensed the sudden cold smile appearing at the corner of Qing Ji’s mouth.

Her heart was slightly startled, but her sharp nails were already about to touch his wrist veins. At most, a mere inch away, he would fall into her grasp.

At that moment, her whole body felt struck by sudden lightning, an unexpected pain attacked her, causing her intended grab to miss.

The pain burned like fire, yet far surpassed it, more terrifyingly, it rampaged destructively through her body, neutralizing all muscle strength, even the sudden rise of Divine Power was suppressed, making her limbs twitch uncontrollably, unable to move a bit, only watching herself slide helplessly towards the ground.

The pain came so fiercely that she couldn’t help but scream, the latter half caught in her throat by rapidly contracting throat muscles, sounding short and sharp.

Hearing that brief, anguished cry from inside the carriage, the men outside exchanged glances and revealed knowing, wicked smiles.

"Xiao Xian!" Changtian shouted anxiously, "Use the Summoning God Technique!"

However, she was suddenly attacked so that her mind went blank, not reacting to his words. Qing Ji waved his sleeve, conveniently drawing her into his arms, his right hand immediately placed on the center of her back, inserting three Silver Needles. Feeling her back skin tense sharply, Qing Ji smiled contentedly, before taking out a set of small shackles to securely bind her hands.

This swift and sudden reversal occurred in less than half a breath, the situation in the scene had reversed so dramatically. Hulian Minmin’s mouth hung wide open, not understanding why the immortal was suddenly subdued.

Ning Xiaoxian was stunned into a blank mind by this sneak attack, then felt another pain on her back, as three streams of heat pierced inside her body. Despite her strong will, it took two or three breaths for her to regain awareness, hearing Changtian’s anxious call beside her ear, but seeing Qing Ji’s smug smile in front of her.

"You..." She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse, unable to speak. Her whole body, even her vocal cords, were in unbearable pain, like countless steel needles piercing, the feeling was no less than the agony the first time she entered the Demon Transformation Spring. Worst of all, she found her Divine Power thoroughly suppressed, not able to release a bit. Even if she used the Summoning God Technique now, Changtian wouldn’t be able to save her.

"Ning Xiaoxian." Qing Ji placed her on the soft bed inside the carriage, gently saying, "You are not one of the Hulian Family women, you are Ning Xiaoxian, aren’t you?"

Sure enough, he recognized her from the start. Ning Xiaoxian angrily said, "What did you use?" Why was she suddenly attacked?

Young Master Qing Ji picked up a strand of her hair to toy with, saying, "This is a good product from Qianjin Hall, called Thunder Extreme, only as small as mustard, infused with the power of a seventeen-layered Heavenly Tribulation’s thunder and lightning. The best part is, this can be set with a predetermined activation time."

Even a Great Cultivator in the Transcendance Tribulation Stage like Nangong Zhen must prepare meticulously with Magic Artifacts and Barriers in facing the Heavenly Tribulation. She was caught completely off guard by this sudden strike, surviving is a stroke of fortune. Thanks to her physique becoming increasingly robust after self-administering the Dragon Elephant Fruit, if she were an ordinary demon in the Anti-Emptiness Stage, she would now be a mass of charred remains.

Thinking this, she increasingly despised Qianjin Hall’s Hall Master Gongshu Zhao for inventing such bizarre and powerful trick tools!

Ning Xiaoxian realized: "Buma, you let Buma put it on me." She had been wary of Qing Ji, but Buma was a mortal and a captured maid, how could she guard against a pitiful woman? In the camp, she dared not open her Divine Thought, thus Buma was able to discreetly place the Thunder Extreme on her back while she fell, and Qing Ji calculated the activation time before getting into her carriage.

"That woman, upon hearing I could take her away, willingly helped me with this." Qing Ji reached out to stroke her facial skin, dodged by her in aversion, "You could defeat the avatar of Yin Jiu You, but got taken down by a mortal woman, does it feel suffocating?"

She remained silent.

Qing Ji’s gaze towards her grew increasingly bright, passionate to the point of being frightening, suddenly grasping her shoulder strongly. Ning Xiaoxian winced in pain, the low cry swallowed back into her stomach, her color changed furiously, "What are you doing!"

Her almond eyes widened, resembling the finest black crystal, filled with anger, yet making these pupils more spirited, tightly pursed red lips forming the curve he remembered. From the moment she was subdued, she abandoned the feigned delicate temperament, this angry rebuke carried a challenging tone, turning from a genteel lady into a caged tigress.

Qing Ji felt his scalp prickling, a rush of hot blood surged to his head. Her expression shedding disguise immediately overlapped with the figure in his memory, no longer differing at all.

Sure enough, it was her, he finally found her! (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)