The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1244: Chapter 635: Qiu Niang (Happy Laba Festival)

Ning Xiaoxian didn’t lift her head, only tightened her arms around his neck, and let out a soft, charming hum.

He heard it and suddenly the aura around him receded.

He reached out to stroke the beauty’s dark hair, then hesitated: "Little baby, what are you thinking again?"

She pouted, muttering: "Do you really care about what I think?"

The fox’s words indeed had an effect. He lifted her delicate chin, making her face him directly: "Speak!" His tone involuntarily carried a command.

Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes twinkled, she suddenly laughed: "You want to know? You have to agree to one condition."

Starting to understand how to bargain with him? This was not a good sign, Changtian sighed and said: "What?"

Her face reddened, as she whispered something in his ear.

The beauty in his arms exuded a sweet scent, her breath made his ears itch. After hearing her request, he was slightly stunned but replied: "No way!"

"Why not?" Her expression changed in the next second, "Then don’t expect to know." She pushed his chest and was about to leave.

Changtian embraced her back, gently stroking her waist, persuaded softly: "How about another condition?"

When he softened his voice, she would often surrender, but this time she gritted her teeth and insisted: "No! It has to be this!" Seeing the displeasure on his face, she said angrily, "You won’t lose anything anyway!" He was so particular; he wouldn’t suffer losses!

During such times, she needed to be appeased. He coughed lightly, a bit frustrated, but could only say: "Alright, just say it."

She immediately smiled brightly, kissed his cheek, then whispered: "If you ever treat me rudely again, I’ll leave far away where you can’t find me."

Changtian’s face darkened instantly: "You truly think like that?"

She hummed softly: "Naturally... if you treat me like a servant, I’ll run away naturally!"

He chuckled helplessly: "When have I ever treated you like a servant?"

She immediately put on a stern face: "Whenever you wanted to hit or scold, wasn’t that treating me like a servant?"

She was still holding a grudge; how many days had passed? He sighed helplessly.

Ning Xiaoxian pouted: "You’re so busy with your duties, can you keep an eye on me? Unless you throw me into the God Demon Prison..." She bit her tongue mid-sentence.

Was she suggesting to imprison herself? Ning Xiaoxian, you’re something else.

The God Demon Prison was indeed in his hands now, and according to the nature of the prison’s Artifact Spirit, it obeyed whoever held the ring, with Changtian being the exception. She was merely a "former" owner; who knows if the Artifact Spirit still recognized her.

Sure enough, Changtian’s brows raised, his golden eyes showed a playful look: "Indeed, how did I forget about it?" Seeing her watching him warily, he couldn’t help but laugh: "Don’t worry, I’ll restrain myself in the future." His goal wasn’t to scare her away.

"Just restrain a bit?" She widened her eyes, "Hey, what are you doing?" This person picked her up and strode towards the room:

"You’ve asked me to restrain myself, I ought to get some reward, right?"

Amidst the crisis, her eyes darted around: "Aren’t you heading to Red Ghost Mountain?"

He was not so easy to dismiss, he caught her hands, and folded them behind her, lowering his head to nip her ear: "No rush. The mountain won’t grow legs and run away, let’s attend to us first. Don’t clamp your legs so tightly, darling..."

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The moon was high and the winds were strong.

A night owl called from the low tree branch, its voice elongated like a cat’s screech.

This call awakened Qiu Niang from unconsciousness. As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt water droplets falling into her eyes, causing a slight sting and she closed her eyes.

Where was the water coming from? She reached out confusedly, rubbing, and instinctively looked at her hand—

Though moonlight was faint, it barely illuminated; this was not water? It was clearly bright red bloodstains!

Shivering, her mind cleared, she tried to prop herself up with her elbow, only to collapse back onto the ground with an "ouch"—now she felt her body aching as though it had just been run over by a carriage.

Right, the carriage! The nearby mountain road was called Ghost Teeth Road, particularly rugged; she remembered she and her husband were riding a bullock cart on the way, the cart overturned and people fell, she was thrown far, far away and then lost consciousness.

Where was the official, where was the official? She struggled to look up, finding herself lying in a shallow ditch. In early spring, the water in the ditch had frozen, she fell and pricked herself full of icicles, but did not die.