The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 630 - 359: Changtian Makes His Move

He had been surrounded and beaten for so long, all his protective magic artifacts had already been exhausted, and he was struck to the point where his Heavenly Spirit shattered. He didn’t make a sound and died. In fact, everyone could tell, even if Feng Shiyu hadn’t struck him dead, after such an outburst, his cultivation would likely have fallen by several realms. Everyone waited for two breaths of time but didn’t see his Primordial Spirit emerge, then they understood that his Primordial Spirit had already been completely drained in the fight.

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Meanwhile, Ning Xiaoxian had encountered trouble.

Since the Plague Demon had been eliminated, she had no reason to stay and watch others commit fratricide. Taking advantage of the intense battle ahead, she quietly retreated nearly a hundred meters, which should have been a safe distance to withdraw to. She sent Tu Jin back to God Demon Prison, and as she was about to leap onto the back of Qi Zai, a roar suddenly came from behind her.

She didn’t know it was the strange cry emitted by Xing Da when it mutated but felt a chill attack from behind, prickling her whole back with goosebumps. During her western travels, she had been through so many battles, and this strong sense of crisis was only the second time she had experienced.

In a moment of urgency, she didn’t look back and channeled all her Divine Power into her legs. With a tip of her toes, her slender legs suddenly exploded with force, and she sprang forward like a cheetah that had been lying in wait in the bush for a long time, light and swift. This kicking and bending motion, although her form was arched and not beautiful, was triumphantly fast, allowing her to suddenly slide forward ten meters.

This move was derived from the Hunting Dance of ancient times. In the Barbaric Era, hunting relied on striking at the opportune moment, to hit with a single strike, and this Hunting Dance contained many techniques that were short in duration and powerful in burst, which she now used to escape, and it proved to be quite appropriate.

The time taken for this move was merely a fraction of a moment, and she almost left a residual image on the spot.

That feeling of being pricked in the back hadn’t disappeared, only weakened slightly. Only then did she forcefully suppress her unease and turned to look back.

The Black-clothed Man was standing right where she just was, tilting his head looking at her as if surprised she could avoid his strike, and his other hand was still holding Young Master Qingji.

The once haughty Eldest Young Master of Fengtian Prefecture was actually held captive by this man? She was shocked inwardly, but her expression was as calm as water, staring at the Black-clothed Man without saying a word. Every nerve in her body was taut.

The Black-clothed Man looked her up and down, eyes flickering with a puzzled light: "You look very familiar, where have I seen you before?"

"We’re strangers, you’ve mistaken me for someone else." She focused tightly on him, not daring to be the least bit careless. This man gave her an extremely dangerous feeling, as if his mere glances could put her in mortal peril. It was only then that she noticed that this man’s eyes were actually purple, a bold and pure purple like fine Purple Jade beads.

Young Master Qingji, who was held in his grasp, clearly saw her too. After a couple of glances, he suddenly exclaimed joyfully: "It’s her! She’s the beloved of Miluo, this brat; take her with us!"

She was startled, not understanding how Qingji, whom she had never met, recognized her. Ning Xiaoxian naturally didn’t know that, having appeared in Chiming City multiple times, the spies monitoring Miluo’s building had already given her portrait to Young Master Qingji. After dealing with the Plague Demon, he had intended to use her to cause trouble for his brother, not expecting to encounter her here.

Miluo and others were not far away, Xing Da’s roars were becoming weaker and weaker, obviously, he would soon be unable to hold on. Young Master Qingji couldn’t help urging: "Catch her, let’s leave quickly!"

The Black-clothed Man, however, ignored him, and instead gave Ning Xiaoxian a smile: "Impossible, my memory never fails. Interesting, come with me." His face originally looked ordinary and even a bit lifeless, but with this smile, the purple eyes bloomed, bringing infinite youth and vitality to the entire face.

Young? This man’s face looked anything but young, she didn’t know why she had such an illusion.

From his eyes, she saw intense interest, which was definitely not a good thing. Because his smile had not yet faded, he casually reached out to grab. The Black-clothed Man’s left hand was still holding Qingji, so only his right hand was available; now reaching out to grab her, he looked as casual as if she had been standing there all along waiting for him to take her hand, as if it was entirely natural that he would hold her hand.

Ning Xiaoxian involuntarily took a sharp breath. His actions were clearly not fast, and they seemed so casual, but as she watched him raise his hand, extend his palm, and spread his fingers to grasp her shoulder, she couldn’t bring herself to have the slightest thought of resistance.