The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 844 - 465: Purification
"No way!" She stiffened her neck. Not to mention that she was in a foul mood and didn’t want to go over now, she knew that normally, approaching rashly was extremely dangerous and could have serious consequences.
He raised one long eyebrow: "You don’t want God to make a move?"
His eyebrows flew diagonally into his temples, naturally stylish without needing trimming; no matter how many times she looked, she felt he was unbelievably handsome.
"No... wait, how do you know I want God to make a move?" she hesitated.
"Xu Liangyu." He said slowly, "God made a Blood Oath with me, only following my orders. If you want him to act, you can’t do it without me." Her intentions were all over her face, how could he not see?
"Come over, don’t make me say it a third time." The threat in his words seemed tangible.
He really hit her soft spot! Ning Xiaoxian bit her lower lip and shuffled forward reluctantly. Huo’er Sister, I’m making a huge sacrifice for you today.
Changtian held his temper, watched her shuffle over unwillingly, and predictably scooped her up into his arms.
But he only kissed her forehead, brushed her hair, and did nothing more.
Just like that? Ning Xiaoxian couldn’t help but open her eyes to look at him, her eyes filled with questions.
Changtian’s eyes held a hidden smile: "What’s the matter, what are you expecting?" She looked surprised and doubtful, her face almost written with "Why aren’t you making a move?", which was really endearing.
"Nothing!" Her face turned bright red, stammering; her earlier anger seemed to have vanished. She didn’t know why Changtian was suddenly behaving differently today, sighing in relief, yet feeling a vague disappointment.
Changtian silently mocked himself and changed the topic: "Are you planning to stuff Hu Huoer onto Tantai Yi?"
Ning Xiaoxian instantly glared at him in dissatisfaction: "How can you call it stuffing? If he has no feelings for Huo’er, I would never randomly pair them!"
And she calls this not randomly pairing them? Changtian truly did not understand how women could be so invested in trivial matters.
Seeing Changtian’s expression, she knew he held the principle of indifference to unrelated matters, so she sighed lightly and said: "Hu Huoer has been chasing Tantai Yi for half a century. I just feel that any woman who devotes fifty years to love deserves closure, whether good or bad." Compared to Ning Xiaoxian herself, how unfortunate was Hu Huoer, who liked a person, but that person deeply loved another, and that someone was dead, eternally immortalized in Tantai’s heart.
She leaned against him, tugging on his collar, swaying softly and coquettishly: "Changtian, you must help me!"
"Alright, as you wish." He simply couldn’t refuse her, having to heavily sigh, "I just think, poor Tantai Yi will be at your mercy." Women are truly strange creatures; having lived several thousand years, he still never truly understood them.
"Poor?" She glanced at him sideways, "If being at our mercy means winning over a beauty, all men in the world would wish for such pity, wouldn’t they?"
"What’s wrong with your neck?" He saw her subconsciously rubbing her neck again. She had done this several times tonight.
She lowered her head in silence, suddenly trembling.
"What’s wrong?" His voice became stern, and without a word, he lifted her hair. There, she had scratched several red marks on herself, looking like vermillion stains on a white canvas.
His voice tightened: "Poisoned? Do you want Jiu Mo to check it out?" He reached out to touch her red skin.
Ning Xiaoxian shrank her shoulders and shook her head: "I’m fine, don’t worry." The place where Qing Ji touched still felt slippery and sticky.
She had always been pampered by Changtian, but now she realized that being touched by someone you don’t like felt disgusting. She scratched repeatedly, still feeling somewhat dirty. But how could she voice such feelings?
Changtian contemplated her for a long time, suddenly leaned down and kissed her.
"Relax, you’ll feel better soon."
His movements were gentle, slow, and careful. She closed her eyes, only feeling like butterfly wings softly brushed, like feathers fell, barely there, yet the touch was so warm, warming her skin to her heart.
She never thought Changtian could be so gentle. She didn’t feel his impatience, only security and relaxation.
Her tears slowly welled up in the corners of her eyes, because she realized that Changtian was using his passion to erase that awful feeling and memory for her.
Even if she didn’t say it, he knew.
In this world, only he truly understood her.
"Silly girl, why are you crying?"
This sentence was like a spell. Ning Xiaoxian suddenly clung tightly to his neck, buried her head in his arms, and cried aloud. If asked why she cried, she wouldn’t know, only feeling that the bitterness, grievance, sadness, and fear in her heart seemed to overflow, unable to be spoken or understood, and could only be vented this way, and only in front of him could she cry like this.
Changtian dropped kisses on her hair, gently patting her back to comfort her.
After crying for what seemed like an hour, Ning Xiaoxian slowly quieted down, casting a Cleaning Technique on both herself and Changtian.
The two chatted softly for a while, Ning Xiaoxian gradually closed her eyes. After enduring so many twists and turns, she was tired, both physically and mentally, and soon drowsed off in his arms.
Her usual sleep posture was quite honest, but today her dreams were restless, causing her to toss about. Changtian felt like a little cat was pushing around in his arms, finally kicking her leg over his waist, finding a comfortable position, and settling quietly into deep sleep.
"Brave indeed." He muttered, gritting his teeth, wanting to push her away, but her leg met resistance with strength.
Changtian’s expression inevitably became a bit bitter.
The next morning, waking up, Ning Xiaoxian felt refreshed, yesterday’s depression completely gone. Strangely, Changtian’s expression was stern, seemingly unhappy, she teased him twice, earning a glare.
This ten-thousand-year-old great monster’s mood was even harder to fathom than a woman’s, she secretly mused.
###### 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Thanks to the heavy snow falling the previous night, when the Beauty Collection Team found Zhongli Hao’s team missing and sent people to search, the snow had covered the blood and battle traces on the ground. They spent considerable effort to find the first battleground. Although most demons have keen senses, with the wind dispersing the blood scent and no bodies found, it surprisingly took them quite some time to pinpoint the scene, by then the robbers had fled far away.
Several Hidden Guards sent to search the Great Snow Mountain sent messages daily, but unfortunately, they still hadn’t found Nanming Lihuo Sword’s whereabouts. Ning Xiaoxian could not contribute in this matter; Atalia Mountain is so vast, what more could she do alone? They could only continue searching. So much time has passed; the Nanming Lihuo Sword across Southern Continent is merely a legend now. Without any decent leads, they can only resort to manpowered slow searching. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com)
