The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 448 - 447: Remnants of the Immortal

Nian Shutong stood before the stone wall, her Divine Sense rapidly scanning the biography inscribed upon it.

After reading for a while, she learned that this person’s name was Lotus Fairy, a Cultivator from the end of the Cultivation era.

But it was at the end of that era, when Spiritual Energy was depleted and technology advanced, that her strength could no longer grow, and she ultimately found this secret realm to become an Immortal.

The entire stone wall was written with her life’s Spiritual Power. Qicai must have lingered here for quite some time to be able to imbibe even a trace of Spiritual Energy and eventually become enlightened.

Having more or less finished reading, Nian Shutong became very interested in the treasure mentioned by the little white mouse in the straw hut.

"Let’s go, let’s take a look at the straw hut."

Nian Shutong had already turned around, and behind her, Qicai fluttered its small wings, trying to persuade her, "Mr. Nian, that house can’t be opened."

"I’ve tried it several times, and every time I’ve been repelled."

"I almost died from the fall!"

Amidst Qicai’s incessant chatter, Nian Shutong nonchalantly released a burst of Spiritual Power.

"Boom--"

The door opened.

Qicai behind her forgot to flap its wings and just dropped from the sky, stunned.

"Ouch... the bird might be dead."

"Mr. Nian, how were you able to open it?"

Qicai kept on asking, but was only answered with two words: strength.

Actually, the reason Qicai was previously repelled was because it followed the wrong path in Cultivation and didn’t share the same origin as the Fairy; the restriction she left behind wasn’t that formidable, but it wasn’t something Qicai could open either.

Nian Shutong entered the straw hut, which was sparsely furnished.

As she entered, instead of tables and chairs, there was a large jar with a lotus leaf floating on top, which, after so many years, was still green.

The jar was situated in the middle of the hut, which had only this single room, with a bedstead behind the jar.

On the bedstead, lay a skeletal figure.

Nian Shutong knelt on both knees and even said to Qicai, "Don’t talk nonsense, this is like meeting my enlightenment mentor, come and kowtow."

Qicai didn’t understand why, but obediently came over, and its little bird head dinged down three times.

Beside her, Nian Shutong also bowed respectfully, kowtowing three times.

"Today this little Immortal visits your noble abode, is fortunate to meet the Fairy, and apologizes for any offense."

Respecting the ancients is never a disgrace.

As Nian Shutong got up, the remains of the Immortal across from her scattered with the wind and turned into dust that floated away.

Nian Shutong respectfully saw the Immortal off and only after finishing did she begin to examine the hut.

Gradually, her gaze settled on the large jar near the door.

"Xiao Bai, is the treasure you mentioned inside the jar?"

"Yes, master."

Nian Shutong stepped forward, focusing on the large jar in front of her, with green leaves that bore red veins and were enduringly unfaded.

"Lotus Root."

Nian Shutong instantly guessed what it was: she had seen it before in the Cultivation World, but back then, it wasn’t considered a great treasure.

However, in the Cultivation World she existed in, it must have been quite ancient. For the Lotus Fairy, such a thing indeed was a first-class treasure in the End of Dharma era.

Nian Shutong didn’t reach out to grab it directly but first took out over a hundred low-grade crystal stones, melted them, and began the Artifact Refining process.

A rectangular box, as long as an arm, was thus completed.

With a Spiritual Energy Shield covering her hand, Nian Shutong began to reach into the jar, slowly feeling for the thick lotus root.

She carefully controlled the rhythm, ensuring not to snap it, to keep it intact, and especially to shield it from any air that wasn’t imbued with Spiritual Energy.

This object was such a delicate thing.

The Spiritual Energy Shield expanded into a circle above the jar while the Spiritual Energy Box was also ready.

Nian Shutong, with utmost speed, took the lotus root out of the water jar only to see a transparent glow tinged with golden-red placed into a Spiritual Energy Box, the lid closed and secured.

Having packed away the Lotus Root, Nian Shutong turned her attention to the water jar before her.

"It’s no ordinary object, it could serve as a weapon or even for brewing wine."

"Moreover, this water contains Spiritual Energy."

The wine would surely be tasty.

A wave of her hand, and the large jar vanished on the spot, claimed by Nian Shutong.

"Hm? Is there more?"

Below where the large jar had been, there was a square depression, inside of which lay a box.

Nian Shutong squatted down, casually erased the restriction on the box and when she opened it, she wasn’t sure if she should be pleased.

The contents were far from treasures, yet they seemed not bad either, for she was indeed poorer.

Within the box was a sword that was likely a Magic Artifact, yet for the current Nian Shutong, it couldn’t withstand a single Heavenly Thunder strike.

But something was better than nothing, so she took it.

Also within the box were a pair of Space Rings, which Nian Shutong claimed as well.

As for anything else, there was nothing.

According to the ancient books of the End of Dharma era, the Lotus Fairy chanced upon the seeds of Lotus Root and devoted herself to planting them. But before they could mature, she passed away. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

So for Nian Shutong, it was quite a fruitful harvest, and she left with Qicai from this secret realm. Once outside, she sealed the exit with a burst of Spiritual Power.

Rest in peace.

Murmuring a silent phrase, Nian Shutong walked away with Qicai.

When she returned riding Shadowless, Qicai flew back to the place Jing Bai had arranged for it, while Nian Shutong, carrying a hoe, went to Lin Mu’s side.

Lin Mu hadn’t been picking peaches, not out of dislike, but rather due to loving them too much.

The pain in her body sometimes made her unable to control her strength, and she feared ruining the peaches.

Nian Shutong, carrying her hoe, also remained silent, simply getting on with the work. As she kept quiet, so did Lin Mu.

The two of them cleared the land in the most primitive way, bit by bit.

When the sun set behind the mountains, the two silent figures walked side by side back to the small wooden house.

That evening, after the group had their dinner, Nian Shutong disappeared again.

She went back to the Gobi Desert, this time for Artifact Refining.

On the Gobi, Nian Shutong took out the Mantis Beast she had hunted on the Insect Clan Battlefield.

"Six arms plus three arms, one wonders how many Flying Knives can be made."

By then, Nian Shutong had laid out all her materials, choosing which would melt together most perfectly without repelling one another.

As the first light of dawn arose, she simply sent a message to Fu Yunhe: I’ll be back later.

Following those simple four words, her mind returned to the task of Artifact Refining.

On the other side, Fu Yunhe, receiving the message, only replied: Be careful with everything.

He himself didn’t know what Nian Shutong was up to, but he tried his best to keep the small wooden house in order.

The peaches and grapes continued to be harvested.

Early in the morning, Rubble delivered a fruit juice production line, and the manufacturing area was arranged, sending some of the damaged peaches and grapes there for juice extraction.

As for Nian Shutong’s return, it was delayed until the next day.

The only advantage was that everyone seemed to get used to her absences, even Ha Ha didn’t make any fuss.

For once, Fu Yunhe enjoyed some peace and quiet.

On the third day, early Monday morning, Fu Yunhe was the first to see Nian Shutong return as he came out for his spear practice.

She was covered in dust and dirt, yet couldn’t hide the joy on her face.

"Xiao He, come here!"

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