The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 150 - 105: The Marvelous Uses of High-level Disguise Pill

Chapter 150: Chapter 105: The Marvelous Uses of High-level Disguise Pill

She applied her own golden sore medicine to the bruises on Tan Qinghe’s back, massaging them open, estimating it would take just half a day for these external injuries to heal. Indeed, the skin on the beautiful woman’s back was smooth and glossy, which even touched her, as a woman, with a stir in her heart. Massaging to improve blood circulation inevitably brought some pain, it’s a pity that whistle left the room outright to avoid suspicion, and did not witness Tan Qinghe’s grimace and closed eyes.

While treating her, she discovered that Tan Qinghe’s ankle sprain was quite severe. Ning Xiaoxian had learned the technique of dislocating joints while practicing the Life-or-death Technique. Being able to dislocate meant she could also reset them, so with her actions, the swelling on Tan Qinghe’s foot reduced somewhat.

However, although Ning Xiaoxian’s homemade golden sore medicine was effective, it wasn’t especially miraculous for sprains, and Tan Qinghe’s sprain would take two or three days of rest to heal. Upon hearing this, Tan Qinghe’s face immediately showed distress: "What should I do if this causes me to miss work?"

Ning Xiaoxian was slightly stunned; the pretty widow owned several noodle shops and was considered wealthy, why did she still need to work? After the beautiful woman spoke softly, she learned that Tan Qinghe’s deceased husband had worked in the City Lord Mansion’s accounting room, and after his death, the City Lord compensated her as her family struggled to support the widow and orphans, allowing her to continue working there. Her daily tasks were not burdensome, merely delivering meals to the City Lord’s Second Young Master.

Was there such a generous job? She was astonished but then realized that this indeed was the job Tan Qinghe needed most! As a woman living alone, having connections with the City Lord Mansion added a layer of protection, and no one dared to tamper with her lightly. This was why, despite being a widow for several years, she had only been subjected to verbal insults and no physical harm.

Reflecting on this, her admiration for the Yan City Lord increased; previously, she only thought he had unique insights into city development, but he also took great care of a mere accountant’s widow and child in these troubled times, which was truly rare.

Whistle frowned and said, "If you ask for leave, someone else can deliver the meals. The City Lord Mansion’s Second Young Master is important, who would dare let him starve?"

But Tan Qinghe shook her head, "You don’t understand. The Second Young Master has a hidden illness and does not want to see outsiders. Almost no one serves him personally. For the past seven years, I’ve been the one delivering his meals, and no one else is allowed close to him."

Ning Xiaoxian exchanged a glance with Whistle, keeping her composure. Where there is anomaly, there must be demons; the Second Young Master’s mysterious actions might indicate something sinister lurking. Whistle advised, "This Second Young Master is so strange, it’s better to quit the job to avoid trouble."

However, Tan Qinghe disagreed: "The Second Young Master is very kind and treats me generously; he would never harm anyone. In fact, he helped me secure this job." Although she appeared gentle and weak, her stubbornness was such that nobody could handle her.

"Now what do we do? Sister Tan’s foot injury is serious, she can’t deliver the meals," Ning Xiaoxian reminded them to face reality. This evidently struck a nerve, and neither responded. Therefore, she continued, "In my view, it’s better to ask for leave from the Mansion." Since the City Lord was so generous, surely they would approve leave for a work-related injury?

Tan Qinghe furrowed her brow and after a long sigh, said: "That’s the only option." Her words carried a hint of reluctance and unwillingnes. The beauty’s sigh made Whistle suddenly very sympathetic, and he looked at Ning Xiaoxian with contemplation in his eyes.

Why is he looking at me like that? She warned, then seeing Whistle giving her a signal and heading towards the door, she could only follow him reluctantly.

"Do you have a solution?" Whistle got straight to the point. This girl always had the most cunning ideas, perhaps she could come up with some clever trick. He had known Tan Qinghe for a long time, aware that she might appear mild but was actually very determined; the Second Young Master had been kind to her, and she was unwilling to let him down. Importantly, he didn’t want to see Tan Qinghe struggle.

She was not a meddler, and this was not a big deal; taking a few days off was not a major issue for Tan Qinghe. "No."

Whistle said, "If you lend a hand, consider it a favor you can call on me for." This girl was the type who wouldn’t lift a finger without profit, only a promise of benefit would motivate her.

"Whistle brother," she responded seriously, "in half a month, the merchant team will leave Rock City. The next time you see Sister Tan, it could be at least two years later. By then, if she has remarried, would your efforts not be for nothing?" Although she didn’t fully believe in the saying ’once a teacher, always a parent figure,’ the two of them shared a master-apprentice relationship. She didn’t want to break them apart, just reminding Whistle to plan ahead.