The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 309 - 186 Cup Filled with Fresh Dew
Two hours later, she was still panting, dragging her heavy feet back to the small house on the Fifth Floor of God Demon Prison.
Uh, don’t get the wrong idea, Changtian simply made her catch up on ten days’ worth of missed cultivation practice. After the life-and-death realizations in the secret realm and the breakthrough in the final move of the Guiding Technique, success was just around the corner.
But being able to return to the safety of God Demon Prison made her feel life was too beautiful! Indeed, happiness is relative; in the secret realm, she couldn’t even sleep soundly, and now she could return to her soft and comfortable bed, a simple pleasure that almost brought her to tears.
She decided to take a bath before sleeping. For her, slightly obsessed with cleanliness, the feeling of not having bathed for ten days was simply indescribable.
Just as she comfortably soaked her whole body in the hot water, Changtian the Grand Steward reminded her: "By the way, while you were in the secret realm, I instructed Qiongqi to refine some medicinal herbs you can put in the water while bathing. They can soothe your muscles and expel fatigue, and are placed on the shelf next to your bathtub." When planning the little house, she imitated modern bathrooms and installed two rows of shelves next to the tub for bathing items.
Wow, a medicinal bath! How luxurious it feels.
She half-kneeled in the tub, leaning over the wooden shelf, droplets of water sliding down her curvaceous figure back into the tub.
Indeed, there were two packets of medicinal powder on the shelf. "Thanks!" she said cheerfully, grabbing one packet and about to open it.
Changtian cleared his throat, sounding a bit uncomfortable: "Not that one, the other pink one."
"Oh," she replied, just as she picked up the other packet of medicine, her actions suddenly stiffened. Then she tossed the packet back where it was and "whoosh" shrank back into the tub.
Changtian wondered, "What’s wrong?"
"How do you know the one I took wasn’t pink? Can you see it?"
"..."
She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to curl up, and gritted her teeth in anger: "Changtian!"
"Didn’t you say I am the Artifact Spirit of this God Demon Prison?"
"So what?" she asked, her entire skin flushing with embarrassment.
His voice was guilty, very guilty: "So, ahem, I can see everything in this God Demon Prison." He quickly added another sentence, "The premise is only if I want to look."
"Really?" She didn’t believe it, "How long have you been peeping at me taking a bath?"
"You have to believe me." He almost sighed, "I usually just scan with Divine Thought briefly, so don’t worry."
"So, you just scanned me again, didn’t you?"
"..."
"Now, close your damned eyes, I’m coming out!"
"...Okay." Being likened to a dog, even as a Divine Beast he had to accept it, especially since he was in the wrong. However, he couldn’t help feeling sorry that this girl had suffered quite a bit in the secret realm; upon closer inspection, he noticed she had indeed slimmed down, which made him feel reluctant.
Ning Xiaoxian was too embarrassed to see him and crawled angrily onto the bed. As her thoughts wandered, she suddenly wondered: "I don’t know if he’s satisfied with my figure?"
As soon as this blush-inducing thought arose, she wanted to strangle herself.
"Ning Xiaoxian, you shameless thing, letting your body be seen all over, and still worried about him not liking what he sees!" She scolded herself internally and then buried herself in the soft comforter.
After ten days of exhaustion, she thought she would toss and turn, struggling to sleep, but who knew that within a few seconds, Zhou Gong would come to play a game of chess with her. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
What she didn’t know was that the moment she fell into dreamland, two men were exchanging glances in the depths of God Demon Prison.
Changtian had summoned Tu Jin back to this place.
"What instructions does the Divine Monarch have?" Tu Jin was cunning and naturally understood that Changtian summoning him privately meant he had something to say that Ning Xiaoxian shouldn’t hear.
Indeed, Changtian looked cold as ice, his words boiling with killing intent. He spoke slowly: "Tell me in detail where you learned the Soul Cultivation Technique from, and don’t leave anything out; also, talk about the ’soul poison’ Fairy Su Xia implanted in you."
At this moment, he emanated a deadly aura, as if he was about to choose someone to devour. Even though Tu Jin had killed countless people, he trembled at Changtian’s gaze. Suppressing this emotion, he solemnly responded: "Yes!"
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Ning Xiaoxian slept soundly until noon the next day.
This was indeed the most leisurely and enjoyable time she had since starting her Westward journey: Miluo was too busy with battles to spare time to find her; the Great Demon she had accidentally released from the Barrier hadn’t had the chance to plague the Mortal World before being subdued by Changtian; Yunxiao Palace was busy dealing with the aftermath caused by Tu Jin—though the main halls of the Immortal Sect were protected by Fairy Su Xia’s Barrier and had not been reduced to ashes by the Fire Dragon spit by the rebelling Qishou, the palaces built over the generations were not under the Barrier’s protection. The Fire Dragon’s breath had burned down about forty to fifty percent of the main complex, causing severe damage.
