The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1236: Chapter 633: Huh, Marriage?

Sure enough, as Changtian’s aura was just rising, a tender little hand extended from behind him, gripping his palm and gently shaking it: "Don’t fight."

Touching Changtian when he was ready to unleash was an extremely dangerous act; for anyone else, the fierce aura would find an outlet, directly pulverizing them. But as Ning Xiaoxian touched his fingertips, their Divine Power, originating from the same source, entwined and merged effortlessly.

With her smooth hand holding his, the killing intent within Changtian began to slowly fade away.

After a dozen breaths, peace returned to all corners.

Miluo’s face still held a smile, but his red eyes dimmed, and his heart was bitter. These two, have they reached such a level of understanding? Putting aside his gloomy emotions, he called out: "Ning Xiaoxian!"

Her lively figure emerged from behind Changtian: "Ha? Long time no see."

Regarding this fox demon, she didn’t understand why she always wanted to avoid him. She clearly wasn’t afraid of him anymore.

In just this moment, Miluo had already adjusted his emotions, and his enchanting eyes scrutinized her from top to bottom, until Changtian’s sword-like eyebrows raised and the killing aura emerged faintly, only then did he say with satisfaction: "This Feather Robe of Purity really suits you." Naturally, one should dress festively for the New Year; she was wearing the Feather Robe of Purity bought at Jijin Pavilion on Chinese New Year’s Eve, charming like the peach blossoms blooming on a branch in March.

She was slightly startled, and Changtian’s expression turned unpleasant.

What he meant... it was no wonder that before the New Year, there was an outfit in Jijin Pavilion that perfectly suited her; it turned out to be this Sao Fox who had someone tailor it for her.

Clearly knowing that if he delivered it himself, Changtian would not allow her to accept it, he circled around and used the hand of Jijin Pavilion’s Young Master, Han Zizheng, to give the clothes as a gift and apology. Considering that Jijin Pavilion is also under the business of the Heavenly Mansion, having a wide commercial route, and its cosmetic business being sold far into the Central South, it is related to this great backing.

In Southern Continent, having a local Immortal Sect to support makes business go smoothly; many Immortal Sects and Demon Sects also support various Chambers of Commerce, families, and sometimes designate several local specialties as exclusive goods, forbidding all mortals besides these sect-based businesses from trading them, violating which incurs a consequence of exterminating nine generations.

This was similar to how in ancient Huaxia, the government often monopolized the sale of salt and iron; even after Hidden Stream occupied a large portion of Northwest Alliance’s lands, it also acted this way.

Though in the long term, this approach of competing with the people might harm private capital, it is an effective method for Immortal Sect to collect Immortal Silver, especially with Hidden Stream embroiled in ongoing battles, needing substantial financial support.

To Miluo, if Changtian forbade him from gifting Ning Xiaoxian, he managed to gift anyway; now, if Changtian forbade him from competing for her affection, could he capture it regardless?

Receiving such a clear provocation signal, Changtian squinted slightly. Unfortunately, this wasn’t Hidden Stream’s territory, and he, accustomed to cold aloofness, didn’t understand how to please a woman, never considered preparing clothes or accessories for his beloved.

In terms of meticulousness, he indeed did not match up to this Sao Fox.

Miluo also raised his eyebrows, looking at him, hiding none of the pride in his eyes.

In such a situation, Ning Xiaoxian responded with elegance, saying, "Fits well, thank you!" Being coy was futile, better to be at ease.

Changtian reached out to stroke the hair of the beauty beside him, suddenly smiling: "Not bad, thank you for your kindness, Lord of Miluo. But it’s not appropriate for such things as my wife’s attire to trouble you."

Wife? Miluo was slightly stunned.

"We are getting married in autumn." Changtian’s golden eyes fixed on him, observing every minor change in his expression, "By then, Lord must grace us with your presence."

This was a bolt from the blue, not only surprising Miluo but leaving her wide-eyed and speechless.

Will she and Changtian be married in a few months? Yet how does she know nothing about this as the person involved! How did this divine stroke of surprise appear?

Before she could recover, she heard Miluo strangely saying: "Really? Why does Miss Xiao Xian seem as shocked as I am?" Her eyes turned dazedly, seeing Miluo staring at her with an indescribable expression, while her hand tightened, as Changtian exerted some force, gripping her hand firmly.