The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 184 - 123 Choose One

Chapter 184: Chapter 123 Choose One

No way, bumping into this person at such a critical moment! She forcefully suppressed the urge to dislocate his arm and turned around to look, only to see a green-robed servant, who, though handsome, had a flitting gaze and did not seem like a serious person.

She recognized him; he was the man Treasure Bead was fond of, originally an actor and now working in the kitchen of the City Lord Mansion, always sweet-talking and often making Treasure Bead overly joyous. He was the "friend from the kitchen" Master Fan had mentioned.

Luckily, her sleeves were long, preventing skin contact; otherwise, she would definitely feel itchy all over, unbearably uncomfortable. She needed to get rid of him quickly!

"I’m busy here, why are you causing more trouble?" She spoke with a slight coquettish irritation, which left her cringing internally.

With many eyes around, the servant pulled her aside. She didn’t want to move, but to avoid suspicion, she had no choice but to mentally curse him hundreds and hundreds of times.

"I’m asking you, is it really empty in Second Young Master Wen’s courtyard now?" His first question took her by surprise.

She gathered her spirits to respond: "It should be empty, what’s the matter?"

He glanced around and then whispered: "That’s not right, I just passed by and heard noises of moving heavy objects inside, could it be haunted by ghosts?"

"Second Young Master Wen might still be in that yard! It’s your wild imagination at play!" She gave him a glare and retorted, "With Master Fan holding position here, what demons or ghosts would dare to come to deliver themselves to death? It’s just you thinking too much. It must have been the wind blowing through the plants in the yard you heard!"

Having said that, she turned to go back to the small kitchen. But who knew, this guy grabbed her wrist again and whispered teasingly in her ear, "I was just looking for a way to talk to you... Where are you heading tonight, to your place or mine? Did you have a comfortable night... last night?"

His reminder instantly brought back memories from Treasure Bead’s recollection—it seemed they had been rolling around on the soft soil in the flower house last night; hence, she frowned and spat, "We’ll talk about it later!" Was it her imagination, or did she really feel a killing aura emanating from the God Demon Prison?

If it weren’t for the Disguise Medicine, her face would definitely be hot enough to fry an egg. She really wanted to tell these two shameless individuals, "Your circle is really messy!"

Somehow shaking him off, she entered the small kitchen to serve the prisoners’ meal as usual, lifting the lid to check. But what she saw startled her slightly. The dish inside was vegetarian, but it was filled with many nourishing ingredients; even the rice porridge was made from Poria, chestnuts, and red dates, all things that nourish blood, replenish the mid-section, and boost qi, especially the hot soup that was lastly brought in had a scent all too familiar to her—it was made from ginseng, and at least three hundred years old!

She had seen in Treasure Bead’s memory that the meals provided to the prisoners these past few days in the small kitchen were all according to Master Fan’s prescriptions, previously including meals made from Lingzhi, Cordyceps, dendrobium, saffron, beimu, yam, and other various medicinal herbs.

What is Master Fan really doing by capturing these mortals? In her view, giving prisoners vegetarian food and water is clearly meant to cleanse the impurities in their bodies, but stuffing them with so many supplements means he wanted every muscle and every drop of their blood to be filled with nourishing substances.

Carrying the food basket, she walked into a deserted path and secretly asked Changtian: "Is Master Fan a cultivator or a demon?"

His answer was decisive: "He is a human cultivator, definitely not a demon, my senses are not wrong."

If Master Fan were a demon, she could somewhat explain his actions, perhaps he saw the prisoners as pigs to be fattened, ready to be feasted on once fully nourished; but he is indeed a human! Why would he capture several mortals and keep them in the Prefecture to be heavily nourished daily, what does it mean?

She always felt like she was on the verge of grasping a clue, but upon further reflection, it was completely elusive. This feeling was frustrating enough to drive someone mad.

Passing through a deserted small garden, she arrived at the woodshed. This secluded location is no wonder Master Fan chose to keep the prisoners here.

The door of the woodshed was tattered, seeming like it could fall apart with one kick. But Ning Xiaoxian knew, it was sealed with a talisman from Master Fan, anyone who touched it would be split into roast duck.

She walked to a small window and looked inside; indeed, four people were crouched there, without Chains on their hands or feet, their complexions unusually rosy, even the corners of their eyes slightly reddened, yet their spirits were somewhat vague. Supplements indeed are a double-edged sword, beneficial for those whose bodies are deficient, but for those who were originally healthy, it’s an overabundance. As the saying goes, water overfills will overflow, a full moon will wane; these initially healthy people had been continuously fed with supplements for several days, starting with excitement throughout their bodies and sleepless nights, but gradually their spirits began to scatter, and their expressions became increasingly listless.