The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Chapter 48

She was cornered in a small nook, and if she did not escape, the Death God would inevitably find her sooner or later.

Shi Jishan withdrew her sword-holding right hand to rub her eyes, seizing the moment, Changtian reminded her to act quickly. "Go!"

She held her breath, bent down with effort, tiptoed, and in one determined move, slipped out from the left side of Shi Jishan.

Success! At this critical juncture between life and death, her severe injuries couldn’t suppress her will to survive. Her movements were as light and quick as a civet, swiftly eluding that fiercely murderous woman.

Changtian also couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, watching this girl take risks was even more nerve-wracking than his own hardships. "Get out quickly." He couldn’t help but urge her. As soon as she was out of Shi Jishan’s sight, she could hide in the safety of the God Demon Prison.

Ning Xiaoxian advanced two steps forward, perfectly positioning herself behind that woman.

Get out? It was not yet time.

Without a word, she drew the dagger from her boot and fiercely stabbed towards Shi Jishan’s back. Her strength was not great, especially with the extensive blood loss she was suffering, and such an opportunity would only come once; she had to seize it well.

An eye for an eye, blood for blood, a stab to repay a stab!

Thinking of injuring Granny and walking away unscathed, where is such a good deal in the world?

So what if she is a Cultivator with Divine Skills? Take advantage of her weakness, and take her life!

This strike, concentrating all her spirit, energy, and mind, was both fast and accurate. The potential unleashed in this critical moment indeed made her perform exceptionally.

Unfortunately, the dagger did not fully succeed. Just as it touched Shi Jishan’s back, a faint green halo appeared on her body, effortlessly neutralizing the force of the dagger.

"She has a protective magic tool! You can’t kill her, get out of there quickly!" Changtian’s voice already carried a trace of anger, mixed with a measure of affection and admiration. Although he marveled at Ning Xiaoxian’s courage, he was also troubled by her naivety. Who is Shi Jishan? A disciple from the Main Peak of Chaoyun Sect, the only daughter of the Prince of Fengzhou, how could such a Cultivator not have a few protective treasures on her? At such times, this silly girl should have run away without hesitation.

Previously, Ning Xiaoxian had only thrown out chili powder, and Shi Jishan’s protective magic tool was the Qingmeng Treasure Armor, which wasn’t advanced enough to have an Artifact Spirit, nor could it host an artificial intelligence from another dimension, unable to determine if such an act was an attack. Otherwise, if Shi Jishan were to gallop on the road, with such a high PM2.5 index from the dusty road surface, would her protective magic tool have to work tirelessly? It must be noted that such treasures have a limit on the number of times they can be used.

However, when Ning Xiaoxian came stabbing with the dagger, the nature of her action was significantly more malicious. Sensing a sharp object near her, the protective magic tool finally remembered its duty to protect its master in a noble manner.

Her strike triggered Shi Jishan’s qi sensing response, and she swung her sword in retaliation right away. Fortunately, Ning Xiaoxian had already bent down; the Sword Qi swept close to her scalp, severing two strands of her hair.

She was startled. She moved behind the round table in the center of the room. Seeing the Jade Bottle on the table, she spontaneously took it into her arms. This action caused a severe pain in her shoulder, which, in turn, ignited Ning Xiaoxian’s anger.

By now, Shi Jishan had reacted and began to wave her treasure sword wildly. She was imbued with Spiritual Power, and her movements instantly filled the room with dangerous Sword Qi. Ning Xiaoxian could see that her other hand was feeling along the wall, moving as if she was searching for something.

Her mind worked fast. Yes, Shi Jishan wanted to find water to wash her eyes—a natural reaction for any normal person if a foreign object entered their eyes. Unfortunately for her, the water basin was on the other side; she had to sneak along the wall for a few more steps to reach it.

Ning Xiaoxian glanced at the oil lamp on the table. It was broad daylight, naturally, the lamp wasn’t lit, but the servants of the Huang Mansion were diligent, and the oil in the lamp was filled to the brim.

Her eyes flickered.

Since I can’t hurt you or kill you, I’ll just have to make you suffer more, Miss Shi!

She picked up the whole oil lamp, risking the danger of sword light surrounding her, moved two steps towards the basin, then stretched out her arm and poured about half of the lamp oil into the basin.

After making this subtle move, Ning Xiaoxian quickly retracted behind the table, lit the flint, and tossed it backhandedly.

The flint drew a perfect arc, delicately landing in the basin. With a soft "plop," the oil floating on the water ignited immediately. The quality of the oil from Huang Mansion was indeed high, burning intensely!

Shi Jishan, enjoy it.

Ning Xiaoxian finally turned and dashed towards the door. Her footsteps were still light, and after turning left at the doorway, she disappeared, secretly hanging a small wooden ball among the leaves of plants at the base of the wall.

Victorious grand escape!

The servant woman outside had already been frightened and ran to fetch Mr. Huang, leaving no one outside at the moment.

Inside the house, Shi Jishan was tormented by severe pain, soul-eroding to the core. She struggled to reach the water basin on the other side, thinking of scooping some water to wash her eyes, but she felt an unusual burning sensation in her hands. She had her protective magic tool, so the flames couldn’t harm her, but they made her feel the heat.

Luckily, she still retained a bit of her senses and didn’t splash the flaming oily water onto her face, or else she risked scalding her eyes.

"Ning Xiaoxian, you lowly woman, I will tear you into thousands of pieces!" She screamed in rage; her screams echoed throughout the estate. Unfortunately, Ning Xiaoxian could no longer hear her curses by now. Only Old Huang, who rushed here swiftly, showed an angry face upon hearing her. Changtian in the God Demon Prison could also hear, but he had no time to care for her.

She finally remembered there was a pond with clean water in the middle of Huang Mansion’s courtyard, suitable for washing eyes. Thus, she painstakingly opened her eyes, recognized the direction, and staggered out the door.

Regrettably, just as she crossed the threshold, she slipped, stumbling heavily. Fortunately, her kung fu skills allowed her to react swiftly. She stretched out her hand to tightly grip the door panel, saving herself from falling flat on her back.

"Ning! Xiao! Xian!" Her silver teeth gritted noisily in her mouth.

Although she couldn’t see, she knew what had happened. That shameless mortal woman even remembered to spill oil on the ground as she escaped!

Having no martial arts abilities or divine skills at all, why was she as cunning as an eel, always slipping from grasp? Why couldn’t this fairy simply kill her neatly with one stroke of the sword?

The pain in her eyes was nearly driving her delirious, completely forgetting it was she who initiated the attack. Ironically, she had all sorts of spirit pills on her, but none for external application. She hurriedly rushed into the courtyard, finally reached the pond, and knelt down to wash her eyes thoroughly.

The cool spring water carried away the irritating powder invading her eyes. After a while, the burning sensation slowly subsided. She opened her bleary, teary eyes and saw the terrified expressions of the servant women around her.

"They show such fear, and they are looking at... me?" she thought hazily. By now, Old Huang, supported by servants, finally arrived.

"This place can’t accommodate a great fairy like you, please leave quickly!" The originally amiable Old Man Huang’s face turned cold as he spoke to her.

She rode her sword brashly into Huang Mansion, nearly ransacking the place and even recklessly destroying a guest room, cutting her grandson’s beloved Ning Xiaoxian into severe injury. It was already quite composed of Old Huang to not tell her to get lost immediately.

Hmm? Speaking of that girl, what about her? Old Huang thought to himself, weren’t the servants saying she was stabbed heavily? Where did she go?