The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1235: Chapter 632: A Chance Encounter Is Better Than an Invitation

Although he enforced an iron-handed suppression, his mood was dampened by those two people in the woods. Not wanting to see her unhappy, Changtian finally let her continue to stroll around the temple fair. She, with a ’live in the moment’ attitude, soon dragged him to watch the acrobatics.

The crude skills of mortals seemed full of flaws to them. He couldn’t understand why she clapped along with the crowd; women are truly hard to understand.

Fortunately, she soon lost interest and finally decided to return home contentedly.

Now, like many women here, she bought sugar pear paste, holding it in her hand, munching as she walked. The so-called ’sugar pear paste’ was actually hawthorn coated with crystal sugar sold in Songjiang City. It was indeed hawthorn skewered and covered with a layer of maltose syrup. When exposed to the cold wind, the syrup hardened quickly, tasting both sour and sweet, crunching in the mouth. It was a favorite snack for children and girls.

"Want one?" She ignored Changtian’s resisting look, offering the hawthorn stick to his mouth, smiling diligently, "You’ve changed your face anyway, no one will recognize you, don’t care about face!"

He glared at her, and finally didn’t have the heart to reject her kindness, taking a bite.

It tasted terrible, Changtian frowned, catching a glimpse of her biting the candy with squinted eyes, her pink little tongue occasionally licking her red lips. That expression, last night when she was leaning on him...

Shameless, doesn’t she know how alluring that expression is to men? He lowered his face, ready to tell her to throw away the candy, when a soft cough sounded nearby, followed by a voice saying with a chuckle, "You two seem to be enjoying yourselves." The voice was clear and pleasant, like a spring trickling over rocks.

They had already walked out of the temple fair crowd, making the cough stand out distinctly, and for her, the voice was too familiar to forget.

This guy dared to show up here! She was startled, the hawthorn in her mouth getting stuck in her throat, unable to move up or down, causing her to cough uncontrollably.

Changtian pulled her into his arms, his wide sleeve covering her face, gently patting her back with his right hand.

With a peculiar, skillful force, the culprit obediently came out.

Oh, saved! She patted her chest, but then heard Changtian’s low voice in her ear, "Seeing him gets you this excited?"

"No, I didn’t even see his face, okay!" His words sounded so creepy, Ning Xiaoxian quickly explained through transmission.

Changtian snorted angrily, turning his head to glare at the man.

The man had phoenix eyes and red pupils, silver hair, and wore black clothes, his visage strikingly beautiful, surpassing any stunning beauty she had seen. His thin red lips curled slightly into a smile that could captivate nations. Standing casually ten meters away with his hands behind his back, he exuded a sophisticated charm that caught the attention of nearby women.

Miluo!

Both clad in black, both naturally carrying themselves well, yet he and Changtian conveyed completely different vibes and temperaments.

At his smile, a girl on the left who was staring at him walked right into a small tree ahead with a loud thump.

The scene was so amusing that Ning Xiaoxian couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

At the sound, Miluo’s gaze immediately shifted to her and stayed there.

Three years had passed. His eyes were filled with longing, joy, comfort, and heartache, all mixed together so complexly that she couldn’t decipher them all. But he displayed it so openly, without any restraint, that she felt her face burning, subconsciously restraining her smile and lowering her head.

Changtian saw this too, yet he stepped forward, effectively blocking Miluo’s view of her. By now it was 3 p.m. (afternoon), his tall stature casting Ning Xiaoxian completely into the shadow behind him. He calmly said, "Lord of Miluo, long time no see." His voice was steady, like an ancient well without ripples, revealing no emotion. Ning Xiaoxian, knowing his temperament, sensed this was a sign of his great anger, feeling a bit worried.

Miluo bowed slightly and smiled, "Shaking Heaven God, why didn’t you notify me about coming to Songjiang City so I could extend my hospitality as the landlord?"

Changtian’s skill in changing appearances could fool mortals but not Miluo, who was also a great monster.

Changtian smirked slightly, "Wouldn’t dare trouble the esteemed lord!"

Ning Xiaoxian quietly withdrew two steps, feeling the confrontation between the two was excluding her. What was going on? She blinked confusedly, why did Miluo show up here during the New Year?

Unbeknownst to her, Changtian was transmitting to Miluo, "Did you come all the way here seeking death?" Not needing to disguise any longer, his tone carried an unmistakable deadly chill.

Miluo’s blood-red pupils met his without flinching, "Would you kill me in front of her?"

Changtian’s expression darkened further. They both understood the implication of his words. If Changtian killed Miluo in front of her, she might never forget the scene. How much effort would it then take for Changtian to ease her mind?

With a mocking smile, he retorted, "Hiding behind a woman as your shield, is that all you’re capable of?"

Miluo’s pupils narrowed, his expression barely changing, but he countered sharply, "Always hiding behind her, making her face danger and die in battle, who was that again?"

This issue had always been a sore spot for Changtian. The words were too venomous, pushing him to the brink of rage, yet his lip curled into a smile, "Well done, very well. You’re seeking your own demise." With a step forward, his aura transformed completely.

Accompanying Ning Xiaoxian out, he had always suppressed his presence, appearing like a mortal. Now unleashed, he was like a raging tiger descending a mountain, with his aura swirling into a vortex, seemingly aimed at drawing everyone into it.

Not only Ning Xiaoxian and Miluo, but even the surrounding mortals could see the huge shadow of a Ba Snake forming behind him. Yet, still standing mortals? How many were left? A sudden divine phenomenon before the Incense Ancestor Temple brought an inexplicable divine power, causing everyone’s hearts to tremble, their legs weak.

Within just a few breaths, all the mortals suddenly knelt, touching their heads to the ground, thinking the Incense Ancestor had manifested.

Miluo stood unfazed, but internally alarmed. Since the Divine Beast’s escape, its reputation had been grand, but it hadn’t made many personal appearances. Miluo had collected data each time, studying it along with ancient records of the Ba Snake. However, despite the Shaking Heaven God’s great fame, related records were sparse, and Miluo could never ascertain the full depth of his cultivation.

What kind of monster did Ning Xiaoxian release?

Miluo’s face held a faint smile, yet fears made no move for a sudden attack. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)