The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 871 - 479: Snatching Easy Gains (Part 2)

Faceless moved in an instant, already blocking in front of her, but the tiger almost leapt across him, like the wind passing through a wall, unable to be stopped at all. Yet she saw several huge paw prints appear on Faceless’s body, deeply penetrated through front and back; if he had internal organs, he would be suffering the agony of being gutted.

This tiger, how bizarre! Even Changtian murmured softly: "There’s something strange about it. I’ve never seen such a mystery before." This tiger is painted, regardless of what secret technique is used, objects of the Netherworld including souls usually follow a rule: when they are in an intangible state, although physical weapons are ineffective against them, they likewise cannot attack solid entities; conversely, when they manifest into tangible forms, they can attack others but simultaneously become susceptible to physical weapons.

There is gain with loss, and loss with gain. But this painted tiger clearly broke such conventions. Ning Xiaoxian felt a stirring inside, vaguely sensing this discovery was very significant for her and Changtian, yet couldn’t figure out why for the moment. Time was pressing now, so she urgently instructed Faceless: "Leave him alive." Turning around, she commanded the magic artifact, continuing onwards.

For Faceless, fighting this tiger was indeed uneasy, because his attacks were ineffective against it. Yet the tiger was equally helpless against Faceless, as this peculiar lifeform fundamentally didn’t possess internal organs or skin, similarly incapable of causing effective harm.

However, Faceless now also felt a faint restraining effect from this place. He was aware that he was in the snowy regions of the Northwest, where the temperature was at least minus thirty degrees. For liquid metal lifeforms, the lower the temperature, the more difficult the activity. That was why, ever since joining the battle, Faceless’s performance wasn’t as dazzling as when ambushing Elder He.

He knew his situation wasn’t quite promising, but the task assigned by the mistress was to be completed no matter what. Fortunately, he didn’t know how many lives his hands had taken, his reaction was also extremely swift; that faceless face directed towards the tiger’s master, charged forward, aimed straight at his vital point—deal with the master when facing a tiger. If the tiger couldn’t be touched, then go after its master. This person was merely a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, with flesh and blood, could he possibly be a worthy adversary?

Ning Xiaoxian paid no attention to the battle behind her, operating divine power to urge the magic artifact beneath her feet to run faster. Qing Ji’s silhouette became increasingly distinct, her heart rejoiced, only to realize he had actually stopped.

What was blocking his path ahead?

She drove the magic artifact a little further forward, coinciding with the heavens clearing and the clouds parting; silvery moonlight softly descended like rippling water. She saw the enormous giant eagle halted in front of Qing Ji, and the second sight she caught was the striking red robe on the roc’s back.

A man who could wear such ostentatious colors with such flair, she seemed to recognize only one.

Ning Xiaoxian exhaled a long breath in frustration; upon seeing this guy, she knew she had been thwarted yet again. She had used the countermeasure, deployed valuable trick tools, fought tooth and nail to capture Qing Ji, but it turned out Miluo had been here waiting for a convenient advantage all along.

Though fervent, she had to admire this guy’s grasp on battle and rhythm, truly far surpassing hers. If it were anyone else, they’d hardly find such an opportune moment to capitalize.

Qing Ji knew without turning back that she was pursuing him, his mouth was full of bitterness as he heard Miluo laughing ahead: "Brother, long time no see."

He responded with a darkened expression: "Kill me or carve me, whatever you like, just spare me from your pretense!" Currently, he was all alone, his men fighting against Ning Xiaoxian’s hidden guards, yet ahead were at least six or seven people on the roc, their demonic power was tremendously profound, clearly having waited in leisure for a long time, while his exhausted troops saw extremely slim chances of resistance.

Miluo shrugged: "I thought brother liked this kind of thing the most. Alright then, given the situation, will you surrender yourself, or should I have someone bring you over?"

Qing Ji remained silent.

Miluo laughed: "You are my brother, so cannot be shackled; to damage your dignity is to damage the dignity of Fengtian Prefecture. Mr. Shi, please needle my brother."

Mr. Shi Wuya, upon hearing, stepped forward from behind him, floated to Qing Ji, and saluted: "Eldest Young Master, forgive me!"

Qing Ji closed his eyes, speechless. Shi Wushi then moved behind him, flipped his wrist, and pierced three silver needles into his back. Ning Xiaoxian recognized this puncture technique; Qing Ji had used it on her a few days ago, and indeed, fortunes change. This silver needle sealing method could lock demonic power, and was even effective against her divine power. She could not break free with her own strength alone, demonstrating the dominance of this needling method.

Actually, Qing Ji was talented, but unfortunately, his luck had always been unfavorable. He had an exceptionally gifted younger brother who consistently outperformed him; these recent actions ran into Ning Xiaoxian, as she had so many strange happenings around her, often playing by no fixed rules, always catching him off guard.

Then, Shi Wuya assisted Qing Ji, aiming to take him onto the roc’s back. However, Ning Xiaoxian stepped forward, blocking between them and the roc.

Before she could speak, Miluo bowed to her courteously, saying earnestly: "Thank you, Miss Ning, without you how could I have caught him?" He was attractive looking, and his gesture of salute was particularly elegant, yet in Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes, it was remarkably irritating.

She frowned, her tone unfriendly: "Qing Ji is my prey, if you want to seize the advantage, you must first ask me." Was it her illusion, or did Qing Ji’s eyes suddenly brighten? Could the outcome in her hands be better than falling into Miluo’s? She tended to occasionally use people as fertilizer.(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)