The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 51 It Should Be Like This by Nature

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 It Should Be Like This by Nature

She had a very strange feeling, just leaning against his chest like this, gently embraced by his arms, it didn’t feel unfamiliar or embarrassing at all, as if they were naturally supposed to be like this, in this life, the last life, and the one before. But he’s lived for so long, and even if she were to be reincarnated, chances were slim that she’d ever meet him, right?

He too had such a notion, with her by his side, a familiar joy silently spread in his heart. It seemed as if having her in his embrace was a natural and righteous matter, that they were destined to lean on each other, comfort one another, and...

Changtian’s face gradually changed. Unlike Ning Xiaoxian, a mere mortal, with his Divine Power Cultivation, every thought that came and went, every birth and death within his mind could be traced, causality could be established. Except for the strange bond between him and Ning Xiaoxian, which seemed like an antelope’s horns, mysteriously materializing out of nowhere, as if it was "predestined".

Whether cultivating as an immortal, a demon, or a demon cultivator, one must believe in fate, and he was no exception. Whether it was all by man’s design or a natural affinity, he shouldn’t avoid it, nor should he dodge it.

He lowered his head to look at Ning Xiaoxian. This girl, once she shuts up, falls asleep quickly, and now was no different. She didn’t seem like a scheming person, so what secret was hidden within her? The fact that she was able to find the ring that unlocked the God Demon Prison by the riverbank that day was also no coincidence. Because he clearly remembered those mocking words said to him.

Quan Shifang had taken an interest in her because of the many mysteries she carried; could it be the case for him too?

He stretched out his hand, gently caressing Ning Xiaoxian’s face. Mmm, it felt just as nice as he imagined.

Every day, he let her body fragrance engulf him; every night, he rested with her breathing sounds lulling him to sleep. He had long wanted to do this.

Ning Xiaoxian’s wounds had healed completely without scarring, but her complexion was poor, and her lips were pale. Changtian knew this was the result of the significant blood loss she suffered earlier. The fact that she didn’t cry out in pain much didn’t mean the injury wasn’t serious.

She needed rest, needed time for her bone marrow to generate blood, but they didn’t have the luxury of time.

Changtian thought for a moment and reached out his hand. Out of thin air, he produced a ginseng root and a cup of clear water. The water was drawn from the pool on the Fifth Floor.

The ginseng was three hundred years old, just enough for their needs. He formed a spell with his fingers and softly uttered, "Extract!" The ginseng began to twist like a wrung hemp rope on its own, becoming thinner as it twisted, and then gradually dissipated into the air, leaving only a small pinch of dust in his palm. At the same time, a liquid-like, light green ginseng essence with a rich medicinal aroma plunged into the cup of clear water and dissolved in a few swirls.

This cup of extracted ginseng essence would accelerate her recovery.

He tenderly lifted the head of the girl in his embrace, took a sip of the ginseng water, and gently covered her pale lips. Until today, such actions might have taken advantage of someone vulnerable, something he would disdain. But at this moment, having made up his mind, he had no reservations.

If they were fated, why should he resist?

His other hand gently stroked her back, and with each stroke, a warm current flowed through her body, aiding the medicine’s activation.

The sleeping Ning Xiaoxian was very obedient. She let him feed her several mouthfuls of ginseng water and swallowed it unconsciously. The ginseng water refined by him indeed had miraculous effects; her complexion had become much rosier.

But after taking the last sip, she obediently swallowed the ginseng water. Her clove-like tender tongue, however, slightly stirred and unconsciously sucked his lips and tongue.

This inadvertent action was like a careless signal of flirtation. He had endured the entire night, and he couldn’t stand to hold back any longer.

He gently drew out the fragrance and sweetness from between her lips, playfully teasing her tender clove-like tongue, eliciting her faint murmurs.

This feeling came again! Although it felt novel, his longing for her gentle sweetness seemed to have persisted for tens of thousands of years; this kiss felt so natural and right that he wanted to indulge in it over and over again.

This was absolutely not normal! It took him tremendous willpower to forcibly stop this kiss. Cursed be his reddened face, while this little girl was still slumbering sweetly. She always thought of taking advantage of Changtian sneaky, yet it turned out that it was she who ended up being taken advantage of.

Ever since creating his External Body and especially after ascending to a Divine Beast, he had absolute control over his Divine Thought and body. Yet, it seemed as if some mysterious force was pushing her towards him; the attraction between them was so strong that even he couldn’t understand it. He pressed his forehead against hers, striving to calm his mental state.

It looks like this westward journey is really going to be a torment! Changtian said to himself with a wry smile.

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She finally spent a whole night in the prison, and it was right in front of Changtian at that! The next morning, she almost covered her face as she walked out of the God Demon Prison. Alas, her sleeping posture was completely seen by him, such a great loss she had suffered.

Yesterday, when she was resting in his arms, she could smell the masculine scent on his body, faint, but it made her feel much safer than the cologne used by men in another world. It’s strange, isn’t it? Aren’t the bodies of immortals, demons, and humans different, all concealing their aura and presence?

Changtian’s Divine Skills are truly remarkable. Yesterday she was critically injured and near death, but today the skin on her wounds was as smooth and unmarked as if reborn. There were no scars left; Changtian kept his promise, yet she felt a bit of weariness and lackluster in her heart. He used his Divine Skills to heal her wounds, but her life force had been damaged and would need time and tonics to recover.

"What happened to Shi Jishan afterward?" That vicious woman’s heavy hit to her own body would have to be repaid someday.

"She rushed to the courtyard’s pond to wash her eyes. Old Man Huang did not treat her kindly and chased her away." Yesterday he had already diverted some of his attention to watch the live scene, "The whole Huang Mansion is looking for you. You’d better think of a good explanation before you rush out."

Seeing that there was no one around, she left the God Demon Prison. She had already thought of an excuse, blaming it on Quan Shifang. It was the Teleportation Talisman given by Senior Brother Quan that she used to teleport away after being stabbed; it was the Spiritual Medicine given by Senior Brother Quan that she took after being seriously injured, and now she had fully recovered. To be honest, the excuse was so lame that even she couldn’t believe it herself, but Old Huang only smiled without saying whether he believed it or not, just reminding her that she must rest well in the Mansion before she could start her journey.

There was a demon causing trouble in Siping County, Quan Shifang was worried about his maternal grandfather. Although he had to return to his sect and couldn’t look after Huang Mansion, he had already sent a transmission to the local tyrant Chi Xiao Sect.

Within the day, the Chi Xiao Sect would send a Cultivator at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment to hold the fort. After learning this news, Ning Xiaoxian also took a deep breath of relief. Old Huang was such a lovely person, it was best for him if he and his family remained safe.

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