The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1248: Chapter 636: Wu Family’s Granary

The farmhouses in the village were left behind one after another as she ran. Occasionally, people would step out from inside the houses, and upon seeing her, they would be momentarily stunned before pursuing her with deep-seated animosity.

When had she ever offended these people, that they would react to her as if they’d seen a Ghost? Qiu Niang could only quicken her pace, feeling that she’d never run so fast in her life.

Escape first, then find a way to rescue the official! Though the wind and snow outside were fierce, as long as her husband could find a place sheltered from the wind, there was still hope for survival.

With this hope in mind, she kept running, until half a moment had passed...

Her breathing grew louder, her heart beat so fast it was about to leap from her chest. But the footsteps behind her grew closer and more chaotic.

This isn’t right. The village only has about a hundred households in total, and she’d been running in a straight line for so long, she should have run beyond the village’s borders by now. Why did it seem as though there were endless houses ahead?

In her peripheral vision, she suddenly saw a splash of bright red. It was a Blessing Child New Year painting on the window of a household. The child in the painting was fair-skinned, riding on a Carp emerging from the waves, joyous and adorable.

Yet looking at it, a chill surged within her, indescribably fearful and terrifying. Because she remembered clearly, she had passed by this one-eyed Blessing Child New Year painting just fifty breaths ago!

Could it be that during this half a moment, she’d been endlessly circling within the village?

Qiu Niang felt her legs go weak and couldn’t help but stand still. She had been sprinting with all her might, and once she paused, her legs felt like they’d been filled with iron and lead, barely able to move.

The sound of pursuit behind her intensified immediately, urging her to continue on. But Qiu Niang could run no longer.

Was she to die unknowingly here today? She had no quarrels with anyone, but she couldn’t mistake the emotions in the eyes of the Wu Family’s granary people.

It was raw, unhidden hatred! She had no doubt that falling into their hands would lead to unforeseeably dire consequences.

She hadn’t even been able to die alongside the official!

Tears welled up in Qiu Niang’s eyes, but her heart burned with intense refusal. She surveyed her surroundings one last time, searching for a place to hide.

Low houses ahead had a fluttering little flag catching the wind, drawing her attention. The indigo blue flag bore a single word: "Wine".

In the Wu Family’s granary, there was actually a small tavern. Most importantly, no one from the tavern had come out to chase her!

Qiu Niang rushed forward without a moment’s hesitation, yanked open the cotton curtain of the tavern, and slipped inside.

Contrasting with the icy cold outside, the tavern felt like spring warmth. Most importantly, there were only two people inside, neither of whom showed any malice upon seeing her.

Still catching her breath, Qiu Niang studied the people before her: Sitting at the counter was a woman wrapped in a pure white fox fur light coat made from the finest fox fur material, pure white and adorable, without a trace of impurity, this coat itself was worth at least two thousand silver. Her eyes were like paintings, her beauty elegant, her hair unadorned with jewelry, merely styled with a red coral jade hairpin gathering her long black silk hair, yet her presence exuded unspeakable affluence and grace. At this moment, the woman’s almond eyes were widened, curiously watching Qiu Niang.

As for the Black Robe man standing behind her, Qiu Niang could swear he was the most handsome man she’d ever seen in her life. With a noble nose, thin lips, each of his features was perfectly appropriate, exquisitely perfect, profoundly unfathomable yet infinitely flamboyant, as if he were an exiled immortal stepping out of a painting. No, even more handsome than an exiled immortal.

It’s just a pity that the coldness in his golden phoenix eyes surpassed the perennial ice and snow on the hometown mountains, clearly warning strangers away. He possessed a commanding aura, born with an imposing presence.

His brow furrowed slightly, his expression instantly becoming severe, and Qiu Niang dared to glance at him only briefly before lowering her head in shame. Therefore, she didn’t see the man’s indifferent face as he raised his hand, nor did she know he could extinguish her with a snap of his fingers.

All she felt was that the two seemed inexpressibly noble, a voice in her heart urging her that perhaps these two could help her escape this deep and real nightmare, so her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, crying out: "Esteemed ones, please save this humble woman!"

As these words were spoken, the White Robed Girl gasped, her cherry lips parted slightly, as if witnessing something extraordinary, and then she grabbed the man’s hand beside her and said: "Wait!" Her voice was crisp, like a golden oriole out of the valley.