The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 149 - 104 Calmness_2

Chapter 149: Chapter 104 Calmness_2

She took a step back and looked at her feet.

In the Demon Transformation Spring, a Jade Talisman was slowly sinking to the bottom.

The Jade Talisman gifted by Tantai, which she had been clutching tightly in her hand. Just as her palm loosened, it fell into the water...

Changtian moved his fingers, and the cursed Jade Talisman flew out of the spring and fell into her palm. "Keep it safe!" His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of eagerness. Following the sound, she saw his eyes, now a dark golden hue, still filled with lingering desires.

She felt a deer crashing in her chest and her legs grew weak as she quickly turned and fled from the God Demon Prison, her escape even more disheveled than Tantai Yi escaping from an inn!

Indeed, she always runs when startled. He didn’t stop her, but walked back to the pillar and sat down, his face utterly dark. When she faces danger outside, he couldn’t offer any help; when she sought his comfort, he couldn’t help but take advantage of her. Upon reflection, he found himself despicable and hateful.

He carefully recalled today’s conversation and actions between Ning Xiaoxian and Hu Huo’er, a flicker crossing his brow. Mirror Image Technique? That did remind him, though the technique was too low-level. He indeed possessed a spell that could be used, but it would only work after her Body Refining was complete. Thinking deeper, the spell seemed tailor-made for them both.

Changtian sat in the darkness, a slight smile curving on his lips. From now on, he would never be helpless in love again.

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Ning Xiaoxian opened her eyes blankly, and after a long while, she realized that it was already bright outside. It was the latest she had woken up in over a month. Changtian also maintained silence, not calling her to morning practice.

Last night, after escaping from the God Demon Prison, she had tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, her mind filled with whether Changtian, the scoundrel, truly liked her or not. Coming from an open world, she understood that men could act without affection, just with interest. She had long noticed the bond and attraction between them, but was Changtian moved by emotion, or just by interest?

In Ancient Times, he had seen countless Nine Heavenly Immortals; would he now fall for a tender young sprout like her? Ning Xiaoxian felt utterly unsure and enormously pressured. Besides, she was not bold enough to confront him in the God Demon Prison for an explanation. In this regard, she considered herself quite conservative, so much so that she neither wanted nor dared to face him these days.

Changtian too kept quiet, not wanting to disturb her. This girl, as soon as anything related to romance arose, would shrink into her shell like a snail, and there was no way to pull her out, only wait for her to crawl out by herself. Honestly, he didn’t quite understand the human subtleties regarding relations between men and women, but since it involved her, he could only choose to respect it.

Fortunately, at this moment, someone came to her doorstep, rescuing her from the endless anxiety. This person was the great whistle brother!

In fact, some noise had come from outside the alley this morning, but she was sleeping soundly and didn’t hear it; Changtian heard it, but also pretended not to, showing complete indifference to anything unrelated to Ning Xiaoxian.

It was not until the whistle anxiously knocked on her courtyard door that she reluctantly sighed. This was the second time, this gentleman didn’t worry at all about her reputation being damaged.

Whistle looked somewhat embarrassed but still briefly and quickly communicated: "Qinghe is injured, could you help apply some medicine?" Concerned, he blurted out the pretty widow’s name, no longer hypocritically calling her "Sister Tan".

Tan Qinghe was very kindhearted; even if Whistle hadn’t come to ask, just knowing about it, she would have helped without hesitation, so she went straight to the Tan Family courtyard.

Tan Qinghe indeed was injured; she had twisted her ankle and had multiple bruises on her body. Chengcheng had left for school in the morning, no wonder Whistle needed her help with the medicine. Personally, she felt, even if Whistle rolled up his sleeves, thumped his chest and roared "I’ll apply the medicine," Sister Tan wouldn’t mind. Because as soon as Ning Xiaoxian entered, she felt like she turned into air; even applying medicine to Tan Qinghe’s foot, those charming eyes were fixed on Whistle, completely unconnected to her. Such obvious signs, if she couldn’t realize the sparks between these two, then she would be unjustly called a woman.

Upon further inquiry, she found out that earlier, Tan Qinghe had been stopped outside by a man living nearby who had verbally harassed her multiple times before. Today, he perhaps couldn’t restrain his lust and directly got handsy. Given that today there were only a few cats at the alley entrance, Tan Qinghe’s reprimands sounded encouraging to this rogue, and soon he couldn’t resist the itch, becoming unruly with his hands.

Just then, Whistle happened to pass by and witnessed the scene, promptly staging a perfect hero-saving-beauty act. If Tan Qinghe hadn’t stopped him loudly, he might have broken the man’s tendons in both hands and legs—not just simply beating him up and then dislocating both his arms so lightly.

Tan Qinghe, in the scuffle, fell to the ground, twisted her ankle, and couldn’t walk. Seeing her now securely resting in bed, it must have been Whistle who carried her in.

Regarding this version of the story told by Tan Qinghe, Ning Xiaoxian was quite skeptical. How so coincidental that just when the ruffian was harassing Sister Tan, Whistle just "passed by"? It must be that he often loitered around her house to seize such an opportunity.

This suspicion was based on her understanding of Whistle’s slow-wittedness; otherwise, she might really think that this rogue was hired to act out the scene. After all, the cliché of a hero saving a beauty has been an enduring theme in Huaxia, not without reason; girls struck by this grand move fall over one after the other. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)