The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 106 - 82: The Struggle (First of Ten Consecutive Updates)_2

Chapter 106: Chapter 82: The Struggle (First of Ten Consecutive Updates)_2

"Enough, stop!" he barked in a deep voice, releasing the girl’s hand and swiftly taking a step back. His eyesight was very good; under the moonlight, he faintly saw a flash of blue light glint off the tip of her blade.

"This tricky little girl, when did she again smear poison on her weapon?!" He couldn’t help but feel a twitch in his brow; with his eyesight, he had failed to notice when she had tampered with her weapon. Initially, he had only labeled her as "tricky," but now he had added the evaluation of "malicious."

"Oh!" Ning Xiaoxian heard him and flipped her right dagger, already withdrawing it. She stood with her hands hanging at her sides, feet together, head bowed looking at her toes, a picture of docility. Where was the ferocious attacker from moments before?

The whistle would naturally not be fooled by her appearance again. He had spent years consumed by hatred and secrets, developing a set of martial arts suited to himself, feeling somewhat proud and yet also lonely. Now, having tested Ning Xiaoxian’s reaction, he found this young lady to be exceptionally sharp and with an extraordinary physical foundation, and he didn’t know where she had learned the Soft Skill, making her body much more flexible than even his.

She was also a woman. In many situations, this was an advantage, something she had long realized and had already instinctively incorporated into combat.

He subconsciously felt quite satisfied and thought he could pass on his skills to her, his heart actually feeling somewhat joyous.

Naturally, he would not show it on his face, but instead asked sternly: "At the beginning, I asked you to go all out against me. Why did you only stab my shoulder?" A woman’s inherent compassion made her soft-hearted, which could be a fatal flaw in battle. "I teach the method of killing, not the technique of self-defense. Do you understand the difference?"

Alright, she admitted that at first she did not want to hurt him, but later on, her stubbornness was triggered, and she stabbed without mercy.

Ning Xiaoxian nodded earnestly.

The whistle coughed and said, "You’re too honest in combat..."

She blinked, too honest? She thought she had been cunning enough, having designed a successful beauty trap for him.

Then she heard the instructor in front of her continue: "I only need to look into your eyes to know where you will strike. You haven’t concealed any secrets!"

"In a battle of life and death, attacking the mind is paramount. Mind games, martial prowess, adaptability, none can be lacking. If you don’t want to die, you mustn’t let your opponent discern your intentions!"

In the silver-hued moonlight, the two whispered in the forest clearing, occasionally moving their hands, not in lovers’ playful banter, but in the passing down of injurious and lethal skills!

...

Two hours later, Ning Xiaoxian returned to the camp feeling utterly content. To her surprise, Mr. Yan was sitting by the fire in a daze. Seeing her emerge from the woods, he gave her a smile.

She felt a chill in her heart. How could this man who appeared to see nothing always seem to comprehend every secret?

All of a sudden, Changtian said, "Pick up some sticks and bring them in."

She instinctively paused: "Huh?"

"Pick up some sticks and bring them in." His voice carried a hint of impatience. He had remained silent during the earlier bout, not wanting to distract her. But when he heard her delicately pained "ouch," though he knew it was just a ruse to confuse the enemy, he felt extremely irritated.

Hearing those two words, his heart felt as if it was being scratched by a cat’s claws, that warm, soft, somewhat obscure sweetness, just like when she had been seriously injured once before, lying in his arms, acting like a spoiled child to him, truly made his heart nearly melt.

But now, she actually said those words to another man! His reason was warning him, but he had the impulse to throw her into the God Demon Prison and sternly seal her lips shut, so she would not speak such frivolous words to others!

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and urged, "Hurry up!" Then he took several deep breaths to calm the inexplicable anger within.

In the middle of the night, what madness was this man going through! Ning Xiaoxian grumbled inwardly. When she first met him, she thought he was an icy man, but lately, he had become increasingly fickle, showing signs of transforming into a scheming man. Dear author, are you sure this is right?

Others commanded Artifact Spirits to do their bidding, but only she, the unlucky one, was ordered around by an Artifact Spirit. So she quickly picked a few sturdy branches from around the campsite to use as sticks. Fortunately, the trees in this forest were large, and it was not hard to find what she needed.

Just before entering the God Demon Prison, she suddenly had a wildly implausible guess: "He’s not going to use these to hit me, is he?" As the scenario played out in her mind, her face uncontrollably reddened. Then, holding her face in her hands, she spat lightly at herself, "Why does the thought of Changtian wielding a stick and hitting me make me feel so excited? Ning Xiaoxian, can you get any more degenerate?!"

To her surprise, these sticks were indeed meant for hitting her! Ahem, just not in the way she had imagined.

When Ning Xiaoxian slipped into the God Demon Prison, Changtian’s face had already regained its calm. There was something on the floor; after a long look, she ventured, "Is this... a straw dog?" In fact, what she wanted to say was mummy, but the bandages on a mummy’s body were a hundred times neater than this thing, right?!

Changtian’s face darkened: "No!"

"Uh." She scrutinized for a long time and then snapped her fingers, "I see it now. It’s a bear!" Looking at its bulky, hefty body, it was clearly a bear. How had she thought it was a dog before?

Changtian’s face darkened further, and through clenched teeth, he said, "Not that! Give me the sticks!"

He snatched the sticks away with a motion that indeed seemed like he would give her a beating, but in the end, he simply threaded the indecipherable object on the floor with the wooden stick. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and Monthly Tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)