The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 114 - 86 Disadvantages_2

Chapter 114: Chapter 86 Disadvantages_2

Upon hearing this, she turned her head.

Ning Xiaoxian, who was almost eighteen, was a fine young lady. Even in simple clothes and plain hairpins, her shapely figure was apparent. Recently, with a well-balanced diet and rigorous exercise, her body curves had become even more graceful. Though not very tall, her legs were long and slender, radiating youthful vitality, and from behind, she was quite the topic of fascination.

The speaker was a man in his thirties with an ordinary appearance, but with a sharp gleam in his eyes, clearly possessing kung fu skills. As he watched Ning Xiaoxian turn around, his eyes lit up. The girl had bright eyes and white teeth, her skin rosy and fair, giving a refreshing sense of coolness at first sight. This was a result of her meals of Cloud Fragrant Rice and her cultivation of the "Guiding Technique"; her skin was no longer vulnerable to the harsh sun and had become even fairer and more charming.

The man had originally just meant to tease her, but the more he looked, the more enamored he became, feeling an itch in his fingers, wanting nothing more than to touch her smooth, tender face.

This lustful expression of his was caught by Changtian, whose good mood instantly vanished. He wanted to hang the man up and sever his hands and feet, feeling that even that wouldn’t suffice to quench his anger. But then he heard Ning Xiaoxian sigh deeply and say, "Why can’t a dog’s mouth grow ivory for once?"

A dog’s mouth, ivory? The crowd was initially confused but then burst into laughter upon realizing the implication. The man, struggling to contain his anger, retorted irritably, "I was only trying to help you, foolish girl!"

Ning Xiaoxian replied indifferently, "I’m also trying to help you. I’ll take your room by offering three times the rent. How about you find a kind-hearted brother to share a room with tonight? I guess—" she deliberately elongated her tone, paused, then continued, "he won’t charge you either." Words alone are easy, but she wouldn’t turn red and scold hesitantly like other girls might.

Her words seemed ordinary, but the more the crowd thought about it, the more sinister it felt, and someone couldn’t help but snicker. Realizing what she implied, the man became furiously enraged, and with a wide sweep of his hand, he reached out to grab her. Onlookers, seeing his failed attempt to tease her and then resorting to violence, scorned him.

Ning Xiaoxian was fearless, Tusk in her sleeve trembled slightly, as if angry on her behalf, yet she was not so cruel as to draw a blade over mere words. She found this man distasteful and, unwilling to even touch him, she quickly grabbed a bamboo register from the counter and slapped it across the bend of his arm.

Her strike was a case of striking later but arriving first; it hit the nerves in the man’s arm causing him to involuntarily retract his arm. Many in the crowd hadn’t clearly seen her move but she had already stepped back.

This single young lady, it turned out, was not to be bullied. The onlooking crowd was invigorated.

Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the crowd in front of her and said coldly, "Stop! Are people from the Feiyun Trading Team so cowardly that they can only harass young women?" This familiar monotone voice and the outwardly ordinary figure—

Whistle. This half-mentor, half-friend of hers had somehow appeared. The man, initially aggressive, halted abruptly upon seeing him, showing a bit of discomfort. Hearing Whistle’s sharp accusation, other members of the Feiyun Trading Team were visibly displeased but remained silent.

Apparently, these people had suffered at the hands of Whistle before. She smirked slightly, wondering what Whistle was doing in the eastern district, especially when the Cloud Tiger Trading Team had just arrived in Rock City and was very busy.

At that moment, the man’s companion tugged at his sleeve, advising, "Fighting is forbidden in the city; don’t draw the attention of the Military Patrol Station, it won’t end well for anyone." He raised his voice deliberately; the man, hearing this, took the opportunity to step down, casting a vicious glance at Ning Xiaoxian and Whistle before heading upstairs.

Whistle didn’t bother with him and whispered to Ning Xiaoxian, "Though this man likes to take verbal advantage, his actions aren’t deserving of death. You didn’t go too hard on him, did you?" Knowing her propensity to not suffer slights lightly, that playboy had indeed brought trouble upon himself. He only hoped she hadn’t been too harsh.

"Not at all, not at all. I, such a pure and kind-hearted girl, how could my hands be stained with human life?" With her anger swiftly hidden, she smiled and stretched out her delicate, fair fingers, indeed spotlessly clean and soft.

Half of Whistle’s stoic face seemed to collapse. Now that she escalated matters to "human life," it seemed the unlucky fellow wouldn’t be comfortable for a while.

But what did it have to do with him? Whistle pondered, "Are you having trouble finding accommodation? Most inns in the city are likely full; why not try a guesthouse? Come with me."

Shortly after they left, loud noises came from a room on the second floor of Yuelai Inn. The playboy had just ordered tea from the waiter when his arm started to itch. Initially, he didn’t pay it much mind, simply scratching it, but soon, the mild itching rapidly worsened, becoming intolerably severe, making him wish he could tear off a layer of skin.

After repeatedly scratching, even causing his skin to swell and bleed, the sensation didn’t reduce even a little. He eventually rolled up his sleeve to find blisters bubbling up on the skin of his arm; breaking one would immediately lead to several new ones, mixing the itching with increasing pain, leaving him in torturous discomfort, teetering on the brink of madness.

His companion arrived upon hearing the commotion and gasped at the sight. "Red scorpion powder!" Finally, someone recognized the toxin causing the mischief, unable to restrain an exclamation.

Everyone’s heart sank; red scorpion powder was a formidable poison, and conventional treatments were likely ineffective. Still, they stuffed a Hundred Solutions Spirit Pill into the man’s mouth, applied ointment to his wounds, and then pondered seeking help from their leader.(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to recommend it on Qidian (qidian.com), invite votes for the Monthly Ticket, and share your support, which is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)