The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 327 - 196 The Secret of the Whistle
Ning Xiaoxian came to her senses, hastily put her emotions in order, and greeted with a smile: "It’s nothing, nothing at all!"
Let it be. Let’s just finish this westward journey for now. There will be a way when the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will straighten when it gets to the bridge. What’s the use of overthinking?
Yesterday, Changtian opened up her Demon Veins. Since she chose to learn the cultivation method of the Ba Snake, she had to cultivate an equal number of meridians. After the Demon Clan transforms into a human form, their meridians naturally differ from those of Humans. The human form of the Ba Snake has six more meridians than a regular human.
Fortunately, the human body is favored by Heaven, intrinsically resonating with the principles of Qimen Dunjia, the Five Elements, and the Bagua, which is why demons like to take human form to quicken the pace of cultivation. Of course, individual interests of demons also play a role, like the Qishou that Tu Jin possessed, which prefers to maintain its original form. Therefore, it’s theoretically feasible for Ning Xiaoxian to cultivate demon sorcery in human form.
However, any method that defies Heaven and changes fate is nine parts death to one part life. The technique of carving new meridians within the human body is also very dangerous, and only those with Great Divine Power can manage it. The difficulty is comparable to an intricate surgical operation. Even with Changtian’s ability, there’s only a forty percent confidence level. Thankfully, he obtained the turtle pearl from the Dragon Turtle, and supplemented by the spiritual dew from the Moonlight Cup, his Divine Power was abundant and stable, allowing him to achieve success in one fell swoop.
Her visit to Tan Qinghe today was indeed also to bid farewell. The day of the Emperor’s Fluid is approaching, and absorbing Moonlight in Anping City during that time would be too conspicuous, likely inviting trouble.
While they were talking, extremely faint footsteps could be heard from outside. If not for her enhanced senses after changing her constitution, she would never have noticed. Naturally, it was the master of the house returning.
She made her intentions of leaving clear to the whistle, and the man was momentarily taken aback. News of the impending Emperor’s Fluid had spread throughout the Human world two months earlier, reaching every State and village. Everyone wished to keep their doors tightly shut and wait for this grand Demon festival to pass, and even most Immortal Sects recalled their young disciples to avoid conflicts with old demons seeking a good territory. The Emperor’s Fluid is a blessing from Heaven to the Demon Clan and a grand feast that demons eagerly await every sixty years. Dare anyone come to disrupt it, it would be an unyielding enmity until death!
How come, at such a time, is Ning Xiaoxian choosing to leave Anping City? Where is she heading to next? In these turbulent times, mortal lives are as fragile as grass, and once she leaves, they may never meet again. These thoughts flickered through his mind. But with his extensive experience, he concealed his sentiments deep within, showing no emotion as he quietly drank a cup of tea and then turned to look at Tan Qinghe.
The two had not lived together long, yet their understanding of each other was excellent. With just one look from him, Tan Qinghe immediately smiled, poured a cup of tea for both, and then turned to the kitchen, tactfully giving them space to talk.
Ning Xiaoxian couldn’t help but envy: "Sister Tan is really quite accommodating to you."
Hearing her mention his beloved, a hint of tenderness flashed in the whistle’s eyes, but in the next moment, his expression became serious: "When you leave this time, you most likely won’t return, will you?"
She shook her head: "Brother Whistle, you know I must keep heading west, and I can’t explain the reasons to you. This Anping City... I’m afraid I might never return in this lifetime."
He sighed faintly, almost inaudible: "Qinghe will miss you."
This man was truly stubborn, clearly feeling the same reluctance, yet he refused to express it openly, preferring instead to put it on his wife. There was a bond between mentor and disciple between them. Ning Xiaoxian’s Life-or-death Technique was a genuine transmission from him, and back in Rock City, she had saved the life of Qinghe’s only child. Even with his tough mind, the thought of this young girl setting out alone again, and from now on, each on separate paths across distant lands and waters, troubled his heart somewhat.
Ning Xiaoxian took out three vials of elixirs and a small packet of Luminous Pearls from her bosom and placed them on the table, giggling: "I probably won’t make it to your wedding banquet, so consider these as an early wedding gift to both of you. Wishing you grow old together and have a big and healthy baby soon." She had stepped into the Immortal Path, and her interest in worldly possessions had gradually waned, but the Whistle couple still lived in the Mortal World. From the seven necessities of opening a door—firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, to tea—which one doesn’t require money?
Whistle didn’t decline or rush to collect them. Instead, he pondered for a long while before finally seeming to make a decisive choice and pulled out a Dagger from his boot. "I also have something to give."
Was he going to give her this pair of Daggers? Just as Ning Xiaoxian was about to refuse, she saw him reverse the blade and, without hesitation, cut into the outside of his own thigh, causing blood to pour out rapidly.
Has this guy lost his mind? Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes widened, while Changtian in the God Demon Prison frowned: "This man really is ruthless, it’s a pity he isn’t practicing Immortal Dao."
