Chapter 1227: Chapter 631: Not Going Back
Chapter 631: I’m Not Leaving (Third Update, Seeking Pink Ticket)
At this moment, a soft, bone-like hand slipped into Changtian’s palm and gently held it. "During the New Year, it’s not appropriate to spill blood," she chuckled softly, "How could I fight a mortal over a dress?"
Feeling her warm skin against his, his killing aura indeed eased.
Ning Xiaoxian slowly withdrew the brocade dress from his hand and stuffed it into the hands of the woman on the ground, saying indifferently, "Return it, hurry up and leave."
In this world, perhaps only she could forcibly take clothes from the angry Ba Snake.
The woman seemed to know she had just tread through the Gate of Hell, struggling to get up, her face panicked, and stumbled away, not daring to glance back at Changtian.
"It’s just an ordinary piece of clothing, why risk lives during the New Year?" She looked up at Changtian, her bright eyes and white teeth smiling without any ill intent, but secretly conveyed, "Fool, having you accompany me is enough, what does a piece of clothing matter?"
She had never called him this before. Changtian was taken aback, looking into her gentle and peaceful eyes, his killing aura unconsciously receding like a tide. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Ning Xiaoxian already pulled him toward the door, and he surprisingly allowed himself to be led.
Just as they were about to reach the door, a voice suddenly came from inside, "Lord Divine Monarch, please stay!"
Is there someone in this small town who can recognize him? Changtian stopped in his tracks and looked back, only to see another person emerging from behind the counter, a young man around twenty, ordinary-looking, with some resemblance to the female shopkeeper, smiling humbly and respectfully, holding a brocade box.
Changtian said nothing, only looked at him indifferently, the questioning meaning clear. Both he and Ning Xiaoxian could tell that this person had cultivation, although not particularly profound in their eyes, yet he had reached the Golden Core Stage. Most cultivators remain stuck at the Refining stage throughout their lives, yet he had overcome it at this age, indicating his innate talent.
The young man didn’t mind, bowing deeply, "My surname is Han, given name Zizheng, unworthily the Young Master of Jijin Pavilion." He pointed to the female shopkeeper beside him, "This is my younger sister Han Lingling; she’s too young and ignorant, I hope the Divine Monarch will forgive her." With his words, Han Lingling slightly pursed her lips, showing a little girl’s demeanor.
Ning Xiaoxian looked at this pair of siblings, the brother entered the Immortal Path, yet the sister is merely a mortal?
Han Zizheng extended the box forward, "What happened just now, I clearly witnessed it’s Jijin Pavilion’s mistake, spoiling the mood of both of you. This Feather Robe of Purity is the treasure of the shop, consider it Jijin Pavilion’s gift to Lord Divine Monarch as an apology, how about it?"
Changtian didn’t take it, only stared at him with a complex expression, "How do you know who I am?"
With his golden eyes fixed on him, Han Zizheng broke out in sweat, but still smiled, "Three years ago in Central Capital, your display of Divine Power, swiftly cutting down hundreds, is etched in my mind, never to be forgotten."
Really, such a coincidence, he was present three years ago too? Just then, Han Zizheng turned and respectfully addressed Ning Xiaoxian, "This must be Miss Ning. In all the lands, only Miss Ning stands shoulder to shoulder with Lord Divine Monarch."
His flattery hit the right spot. Changtian knew he was being praised, yet felt unexplainably pleased, his expression slightly softened. Ning Xiaoxian, however, slightly curved her lips, smilingly said, "Young Master Han is indeed a genuine businessman, no wonder Jijin Pavilion’s business spans the central region." She extended her delicate hand to receive the brocade box.
As the box left his hand, Han Zizheng breathed a sigh of relief. The Divine Monarch’s pressure was indeed terrifying, even exerting all his spiritual power barely kept him from trembling. With the realization, he glanced admirably at Ning Xiaoxian, wondering how she managed to accompany him daily when he was nearly collapsed from standing briefly before the terrifying Divine Beast. He had witnessed it clearly earlier: this girl just held the Divine Monarch’s hand and saved a life. No wonder she’s so deeply remembered...
While pondering this, he met Changtian’s warning gaze and promptly lowered his gaze, not daring to reveal any unusual expression.
After glaring at him, Changtian turned his gaze to Ning Xiaoxian, watching her open the brocade box, her face lighting up with surprise, immediately understanding that the contents were more to her liking than the previous brocade dress.
Even by Ning Xiaoxian’s standards, this outfit of Flowing Clouds and Wide Sleeves was exquisite. Though the base color was pink, the upper dress was light pink, the lower skirt water red, with hezi, waist belt, and knee cover all in light gold. She reached out to touch it, the fabric felt neither like satin nor other, under the store’s lighting, it seemed to shimmer with brilliance.
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