The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 108 - 83 One Thought Gives Life_2

Chapter 108: Chapter 83 One Thought Gives Life_2

"Hmm." It seems there really is such a thing, but these two days the training has been fully scheduled, and one thing after another keeps coming up outside, how could she remember such a trivial matter?

"I snatched some straw from the mouth of the soil and made this straw man." Only then did he remember, "You’ve depleted most of the Spiritual Power of the soil, aside from planting a bit of Cloud Fragrant Rice, everything else is planted into ginseng, Polygonum multiflorum and Lingzhi, why is that?"

The Spiritual Power contained in the soil is limited; she used almost all of it after planting the Cloud Fragrant Rice and several dozen precious medicinal herbs. Before catching new demons to replenish it, they wouldn’t be able to plant other crops. Although they don’t have anything else worth planting at the moment, she’s recklessly wasting it away. When will the soil gather up Spiritual Power again?

"Hehehe, about that, I have my own plans!" Chen Changtian looked up at her, and Ning Xiaoxian couldn’t help but smile proudly, "I can’t tell you now. Just wait and see the surprise! I guarantee you won’t be at a loss!" Ah, playing coy, who doesn’t know how to do that? It really feels good!

Changtian’s light golden eyes darkened slightly, he squinted, making her sense an imminent danger. Then he "hmm" and did not pursue it further.

She better know what she’s doing, otherwise he would have to remind her that making mistakes would lead to punishment. Thinking of the word "punishment", he felt a slight warmth in his heart, then silently despised himself and buried his head in reading.

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The days quickly passed, eight days gone.

During these days, the merchant team hadn’t encountered any strange incidents, and everything had returned to calm. However, everyone knew that this tranquility was just the calm before the storm.

As the name implies, Rock City is built on a mountain, so the final journey is essentially going up the mountain.

The closer they got to Rock City, the more merchant teams they encountered. In the last two days, there were at least seven or eight merchant teams mingling on the official road, creating a bustling scene. Unfortunately, more and more teams were carrying sick members, their expressions grave, clearly suffering heavy losses on the way. According to the clerks, some teams started with two or three hundred people, but by the time they arrived here, only about a hundred were left.

Ning Xiaoxian also saw Deng Hao continuously sighing. Later, she learned that a merchant team he was close to had not appeared at all. This team never missed the grand event at Rock City, and its absence meant only one possibility—like the Langxing Trading Company’s Qingzhou division’s team, it had been completely wiped out. But in this line of work, how many could really see things through from beginning to end? He was depressed for two days, then his mood eased a bit.

With more people around, the wilderness didn’t feel so dangerous, especially once the silhouette of Rock City began to enter their sight, smiles started to appear on everyone’s faces.

The last night camping in the wild was also the last day of Mr. Whistle teaching kung fu skills. Ning Xiaoxian’s rapid progress made him quite satisfied, but unfortunately, this man hadn’t smiled in too long, and now he couldn’t manage to change his expression.

"I have nothing left to teach you." Mr. Whistle said in his usual hoarse voice, "You’ve learned everything you need." He paused, "All I can impart are techniques. The true essence of the Life-or-death Technique must be experienced at the edge of life and death, which I cannot teach you, you must understand it yourself."

He took a couple of steps away then seemed to suddenly remember, saying: "You have learned well." He awkwardly praised her, then continued walking, this time without stopping, and went back to the camp, disappearing in a flash.

After that, they had no further connection.

Ning Xiaoxian sighed, feeling a touch of sorrow in her eyes. Although Mr. Whistle didn’t officially acknowledge her as his apprentice, their relationship was indeed that of teacher-disciple, and he taught her earnestly and exhaustively. Her sixth sense told her that Mr. Whistle wasn’t an uncompassionate person. It just seemed that he bore a lot and opted not to engage with others.

Indeed, she wasn’t any martial arts genius; it was only that every night after practicing in the forest, she continued to practice with Changtian’s straw man feeding her moves.

Changtian was strict and meticulous. If she didn’t fully grasp a concept, he would command the straw man to repeat the moves over and over, even breaking down the actions for her to study and ponder. If Mr. Whistle imparted insights, Changtian solidified her foundation. With such help, how could she not improve quickly?

However, in recent days, his complexion had turned increasingly worse; even the color of his thin lips had faded a bit, and his body seemed weaker.

What had he done without her noticing? Well, maybe that question is a bit ambiguous, but the fact is—

Ning Xiaoxian had once asked him, how many more years could he endure in the Demon Prison if she did not help him release his shackles? The answer was a shocking five hundred years. Five hundred years, by which time she would have turned to dust, yet he would still be alive, demonstrating the longevity of a Divine Beast. She had then felt there was no need to worry about him.

But now, it seemed his Life Force was being severely overdrawn, or at least his Divine Power was problematic. Was it the frenzied practice of these past few days that drained too much Divine Power? After all, commanding a straw man, in retrospect, was also an extremely meticulous job. One day, Mr. Yan "accidentally" told her that Ancient True Immortals indeed could bring life to inanimate objects, such as creating guardians for Cave Mansions, but it took a very long time.

Otherwise, why would the complexion of Changtian’s External Body worsen?

After Liu Yimian distributed dinner, she sneaked into the God Demon Prison again. She looked at Changtian with concern, but he handed her something.

It was actually a pair of objects, a pair she had long thought about but had not been able to obtain.

A pair of Daggers. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian.com to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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