The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 145 - 102 111

Chapter 145: Chapter 102 111

Ning Xiaoxian’s heart fluctuated, yet she didn’t notice that the woman was aware of the Tantai gift Jade Talisman she was still holding. She was slightly startled, lost in thought.

She then said, "Not only are you a mortal, but you don’t even have the Immortal Spirit Root. If you are not Ning Xiaoxian, then who is?"

After Shi Jishan was injured by the Bat King that day, he was sent back to the Chi Xiao Sect by Chi Su for healing. He must have inquired about Ning Xiaoxian within the sect. Her being a No Spiritual Root oddity, was already a legend inside the Chi Xiao Sect. How could it not reach Shi Jishan’s ears? Unexpectedly, such a vulnerability had become the key to others recognizing her identity.

Ning Xiaoxian pursed her lips, and after a long time, she hoarsely asked, "What do you intend to do?" Since her identity had been discovered, she might as well be blunt.

The woman smiled and said, "Let’s talk somewhere else." Without letting go of her hand, Ning Xiaoxian found herself standing up and following the other.

To outsiders, these two beautiful women seemed to be chatting and laughing, hand in hand intimately. Little did they know that between them, one was the butcher’s knife and the other the meat on the chopping board. The situation was dire, and yet Ning Xiaoxian could do nothing but speak; she could not control any other actions independently.

As these ’sister flowers’ were about to leave the tavern, finally some men mustered up the courage to approach them.

Ning Xiaoxian looked at this woman, finding her incomparably radiant, yet unaware that she too was a delicate beauty, charming and pretty. Normally taking a discreet and subtle approach, she might not be much noticed usually, but now as this woman sat beside her, all the tavern’s patrons staring at them found that this initially unnoticeable girl seemed to become more appealing the more they looked. Her porcelain-fine skin and big, expressive eyes, standing beside that beauty, she did not fade in comparison. If the other woman was as gorgeous as peaches and plums, a disastrous Daji, then Ning Xiaoxian was like a woman born from nature’s spiritual energy, pure and unsurpassed!

The man at the next table belched, emboldened by alcohol he stood up and came over, grinning, "Ladies..."

Normally, Ning Xiaoxian disliked such boring harassments, but different times call for different measures; she now wished more than ever for more such people to come over! Cultivators remained human, unlikely to behave wildly and harm her life amidst such public crowd; but if they were to go to a secluded, deserted place, things could be dire. Perhaps they could snap her neck in a crack and sprinkle some Bone-dissolving Powder on her body, indeed a silent death! Although Ning Xiaoxian inexplicably found herself in this Otherworld, she definitely did not wish to die a baffling and resentful death.

The woman’s face darkened, clearly disliking being pestered. She extended her delicate fingers, pinching between the middle and index finger, the man’s throat suddenly went silent, unable to speak.

She frowned and said, "I don’t like you talking. Move aside now, and I’ll spare your life." Her green eyes, no matter whom they looked at, gave a very sincere impression, and for that reason, what she said seemed even more terrifying.

What could be more important than one’s own life amidst beauty? The man, knowing that he had failed to find pleasure but encountered a Cannibal Flower instead, quickly stepped back two paces, his eyes pleading as he looked at her. The other three or four big men at his table only dared to watch, none stepping up to vent for him.

A bunch of cowards! Ning Xiaoxian cursed inwardly. In the novels she had read before, there were plenty of men who were blinded by beauty, plenty who became furious after being rejected by beauties, plenty of companions who got beaten up and thus joined the fray to spread their blood—why when it came to her needing such a plot, these men turned out to be worthless dregs one after another! Dear beloved author, did you really make me the main female character, or will you realize only after writing several hundred thousand words that I am actually just meant to be a cannon fodder supporting role?

"In 15 minutes, the restriction will lift," she said to the bold man, then turned to Ning Xiaoxian, "Let’s go." She released Ning Xiaoxian’s hand and walked ahead, but the latter still wasn’t able to move freely.

More specifically, if someone looked carefully, they would notice that the walking posture and stride of these two women were exactly the same! Simply put, Ning Xiaoxian involuntarily followed the footsteps of the woman in front of her: when she moved her right leg, Ning Xiaoxian also moved her right leg; each step was precisely two feet and two inches. If the woman adjusted her hair, Ning Xiaoxian had to do the same!