The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 143 - 101 Uninvited Guest

Chapter 143: Chapter 101 Uninvited Guest

While river shrimps differ from sea shrimps, having smaller bodies, round heads, and thicker shells, they become even more delightfully crispy and sweet when fried, although the timing needs to be precise. With her small mouth, she too could cheerfully eat them one by one, and needless to say, Tantai on the opposite side quickly grabbed three or four with his chopsticks. His way of eating appeared hearty and unpretentious, contrasting starkly with those like Changtian and Quan Shifang who are more refined.

It’s no wonder that Jufu Building is doing well. Had it been a tourist hotel in Huaxia, they would probably serve lukewarm group meals to handle such crowds, never paying such detailed attention to every dish. She slightly sighed at the simplicity of the people of this world.

In her eyes, Tantai was an interesting person. Aware that she surely harbored many secrets, he never mentioned them from start to finish, nor did his eyes probe into hers with curiosity. Such a person must either be genuinely straightforward or exceedingly deep and scheming. She was more inclined to believe he was the former.

He had been chatting with her loosely when suddenly his expression changed. He paused his meal, listened intently, then gave her a wry smile and said, "There’s an emergency, I must go now!" Afterward, he quickly stuffed something into her hand, stood up, and hurried toward the stairs.

The stair passageway was narrow and crowded, and with Tantai’s tall stature, it should have been difficult to move. However, to her surprise, he didn’t hesitate to use his Divine Skills in front of mortals, disappearing downstairs with a few swift movements. This urgent, almost ghostly rush was completely contrary to his previously languid and leisurely demeanor.

Only then did his voice ring out beside Ning Xiaoxian’s ears: "Although I cut off Liu Manzi’s fingers, the issue originated from you. He’s vindictive and narrow-minded. The Jade Talisman I gave you is a protective magic tool capable of defending against three attacks. Use it wisely." He paused, then added, "Thanks for the meal, young lady, until we meet again."

Her heart warmed slightly, and she felt touched. Who says all cultivators are cold-hearted? At least Tantai Yi was pretty good to her.

Right then, a person silently approached from the stairs facing the street; she guessed this was probably the "Ghost" chasing Tantai. Originally noisy and bustling, the upstairs swiftly quieted down with the appearance of this person, soon reaching a silent hush. Regardless of gender, everyone felt compelled to gaze respectfully in their direction.

The woman who walked up was stunningly beautiful.

To say her skin was whiter than snow was nothing special, since female cultivators nourished their bodies with Spiritual Power, making good skin a common occurrence. However, looking at this woman, Ning Xiaoxian thought of a term she never imagined applicable in this world: "hot chick!"

Her facial features were beautiful, though not exactly delicate. Her eyes might not be very big or lusciously cute, but they were closer to her eyebrows, giving them a deep allure. Remarkably, her irises were a beautiful emerald green, inviting longer contemplation; her nose was high and perky, which on others might be too much, but on her, it was perfect. Her mouth was not tiny; it was a bit wide, her lips plump, but this made her look irresistibly sexy.

Especially when she instinctively furrowed her brows and pursed her lips upon reaching the top of the stairs, causing all the males present to audibly gulp.

Ning Xiaoxian knew at a glance that this woman was not purely of Eastern descent, but those of mixed heritage often bore stunning looks. Her hair was pure black yet naturally curly, not smooth like ordinary Eastern women, thus loosely tied at the back, lending a wild charm to her presence.

She carried her head high with an unruly air, accentuating her features as if they were sculpted. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, with a curvaceous figure. Her walk lacked the frailty of delicate willows, but instead, reminded one of a proud, silent cat. Clad in a striking red dress, the color seemingly innate to her very nature.

Ning Xiaoxian sighed softly, "She’s really beautiful." Her words carried a mix of awe, envy, and a hint of melancholy. The woman’s beauty and strong presence could make anyone of the same sex feel inferior.

Changtian from the God Demon Prison couldn’t help but console, "Appearances are merely superficial; those who cultivate should not pay them much regard."