The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 873 - 480: Statue_2

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" Qi Zai hurriedly held her and flew towards the ground.

"Where’s Wenren Bo?" she asked while channeling Divine Power to heal herself. Seeing that Qi Zai hadn’t captured him yet, could it be...? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Indeed, Qi Zai’s face was full of guilt: "He escaped. This man isn’t very skilled in Divine Skills, couldn’t resist me for long, but he had many Death Soldiers willing to rush forward without fearing death. When I was about to capture him, this guy ripped something like a talisman, and suddenly vanished!"

Wenren Bo managed to escape! She sighed, listening to Qi Zai’s description, it seemed the talisman might have been inscribed with a small movement array, tearing it would randomly teleport him to a place over a hundred miles away. Only, such a talisman is so precious, there’s barely a few left in the world, it’s unexpected that even a mere Deputy Sect Master of Mingshui Sect could possess such a good item.

In the end, it’s still due to Qi Zai’s lack of experience in combat. Had it been Changtian, he would have surely confined the surrounding space, rendering such a Treasure useless for movement. Qi Zai understood this well and was dejectedly disappointed.

On the other side, Tu Jin and Faceless had also concluded their battle. Tu Jin’s opponent was that massive White Bear, originally the two giant beasts were tossing and grappling with each other, their wounds erupting like a bloody rain, the scene was heart-stirring. However, shortly into the fight, the White Bear suddenly let out a miserable howl, stood upright, and was bitten in the throat by the Qishou controlled by Tu Jin, nearly tearing its throat apart.

With its critical point severely injured, no matter how brave the White Bear was, it gradually lost strength, and soon lay down unable to move. Tu Jin gasped for a while, then noticed that the white fur on the giant bear’s back had been corroded into a long whip mark, the wound rotting and darkening in a short time, exposing the pale spine. Without this whip mark, who knows how much effort he would have to exert to subdue the giant bear.

Such corrosive poison, he knew exactly whose handiwork it was.

He swiftly turned his head, towards the human-shaped Jiu Mo Dao: "You did this!"

Jiu Mo wrapped the whip tail in his hand, raised his head arrogantly, and let out a slight hum.

Tu Jin sharply scolded: "Nosy, why did you meddle in my battle!"

Jiu Mo’s face changed instantly in anger, his ample chest heaved: "Utterly ungrateful! Do you wish to receive a lash yourself?!"

Tu Jin sneered: "If your whip could land on me, then let’s talk."

As Qi Zai landed on the ground, he saw them bickering, and hastily said: "What are you arguing about, our mistress is injured, hurry and help!"

The two in a fierce rage glared at each other, finally reining themselves in. Jiu Mo quickly came over to support Ning Xiaoxian, while Tu Jin went to Faceless, carrying away the unconscious enemy. This cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage was unfortunate as well, his Blood Tiger was no match for Faceless, and he himself wasn’t a match either, getting knocked unconscious with a blow to the back of his head after a few moments of kung fu.

On the battlefield filled with dust, the battle was nearing its end. With the aid of collapsing rocks and avalanches, the Hidden Guards and robbers gained the upper hand, most enemies were subdued, only a few under Qing Ji’s command had escaped.

The Hidden Guards gathered around, surprisingly along with them was Qianjin Hall Master Gongshu Zhao. From start to finish, he watched with interest, as if evaluating her strength. But at this moment, Ning Xiaoxian also believed he wasn’t siding with the enemy, otherwise he wouldn’t have stood by and watched.

She clutched her chest, forced herself to perk up, and said: "Mr. Gongshu, what brings you here?"

Gongshu Zhao smiled: "Miss Ning, your injuries are severe, please recuperate first, it’s impossible for Gongshu to shorten a long message right now."

Ning Xiaoxian knew he was being considerate of her condition and didn’t insist, nodding in agreement. But Jiu Mo was having difficulties, the place was now all ruins, the nearest town was over ten miles away, where could she take the mistress for healing? Surely not to sneak into the God Demon Prison under broad daylight?

Miluo, standing on one side, seemed to know what she was thinking, and smiled: "Miss Ning, if you don’t mind, you can rest for a while in my carriage." He pointed a hand, and indeed everyone saw a black carriage quietly parked two hundred zhang away.

Ning Xiaoxian didn’t like being led by him like this, but had no alternative at the moment, so she let Jiu Mo support her over. Hearing Miluo and Gongshu Zhao chatting, she vaguely remembered that these two knew each other.

Miluo’s carriage was just like him, planted with lavishness and extravagance. Although the exterior was painted jet-black, inside the carpet was a flawless white tiger skin, providing a great sensation when stepped upon. The incense burner emitted a faint fragrance of ambergris, soothing and refreshing, seeming to ease her pain a bit. On the table rested an unfinished game of chess, and the casually placed wine jug was made of gold and jade.

"Jiu Mo, has Tu Jin been constantly at odds with you lately?" She whispered. The relationship between these two, the more she looked at them, the more intriguing it became, like hidden undercurrents.

"Hmph, he..." Jiu Mo glanced around, and had only spoken two words when her gaze suddenly locked. Ning Xiaoxian followed her gaze and couldn’t help but feel slightly surprised. The long table inside the carriage was made of Golden Phoebe wood, and on it sat a small green jade sculpture, carved in the likeness of a woman reclined by a small table, holding a snow-white fox in her arms. Originally from a single piece of green jade, embedded with a thumb-sized piece of white jade, the sculptor ingeniously crafted such a beautiful figure.

That brow, those eyes, that expression she wouldn’t mistake, because it was sculpted to resemble herself—Ning Xiaoxian. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Starting Point (qidian.com) to cast recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)