The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1158 - 615: Putting on a Show (4)

"Isn’t this trying to raise the price on the spot?" Ning Xiaoxian couldn’t move, but her hearing was still there. Hearing her say that, she thought to herself humorously, "This is bad, Changtian is not used to being threatened by anyone."

Sure enough, before she finished speaking, a cold voice had already sounded: "Little Pavilion Master, if this year’s ratio is the same as before, that’s the best. If the Tianling Pavilion doesn’t want to exert this effort, Hidden Stream can opt out of this business."

Yan Lingxue’s face immediately turned pale, and she hurriedly said, "I didn’t mean it like that!"

Changtian did not wait for her to continue and already said, "If the Little Pavilion Master has other intentions, please liaise with the Foreign Affairs Hall. The scenery at Huomu Valley is nice, Lei Yun, do not neglect our honored guests." Although he spoke slowly, who would dare interrupt him?

Lei Yun was surely the guard beside them, who had already rushed over and hurriedly responded loudly, "Yes."

He stood by and listened to everything, suddenly realizing, "Turns out, Lord Divine Monarch doesn’t care about this deal at all, I was really foolish, actually deceived by a woman!"

Yan Lingxue’s lips parted, about to speak again when the scenery in front of them suddenly blurred slightly. The three of them felt a momentary dizziness, and after focusing again, there was nothing but falling leaves gently drifting down in the yellowish Firewood Forest, silence all around, with not a trace of a single person left in sight.

Yan Lingxue’s small mouth remained open. Although the place was rich in geothermal energy and the air warm and humid, her heart felt cold, unable to warm it up. As the breeze from the open space in the woods came, she vaguely smelled a hint of gardenia scent, recalling that just now, Lord Divine Monarch’s hair ends were somewhat damp. Though unable to see the face of the person he was holding, at the back of their head, too, hung long, damp black hair. Just now a light breeze had blown, their hair entangled intimately, indescribably close and fulfilling, with no room for a third party to intervene even slightly.

Her heart was instantly boiling with jealousy. What Ping’er said the other day seemed quite reasonable to her, how could a man like Lord Divine Monarch be monopolized by a single woman? At that time, she thought, it would suffice to share a bit of Changtian’s affection; but seeing how he treated the person in his arms today as if they were precious, the uncontrollable jealousy and anger that suddenly rose within her surprised even herself.

Why does such a perfect man, love and pamper, have to be directed not towards her?!

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After traveling over a hundred feet, Changtian lifted the restriction, allowing Ning Xiaoxian to speak again. To his amazement, even after quite some time, she didn’t make a sound. "Did a cat bite off your tongue?" he wondered. Upon looking down, he found her face flushed, her eyes glaring at him fiercely, her lips pouting slightly, with a mix of bashfulness, joy, and confusion in her eyes.

Something seems off with this girl, Changtian worried, "Is your Divine Soul unwell?" These days are crucial for recovery, and nothing should go wrong. Just as he was about to reach out and touch her forehead, Ning Xiaoxian began to speak with a slightly nasal voice, "Did you just tell her I was your woman?" His remark had startled her so much just now, that only now was she regaining her senses, for some reason suddenly feeling the urge to cry.

With an air of serene aloofness, he said, as if it were to be expected, "Hmm, so what?" So that’s what it’s about.

She bit her lower lip tightly, "Since when did I become your woman?" The joy in her heart slowly seeped out, yet she had to get to the bottom of this. If her Divine Soul had fully recovered, her heart would surely be racing uncontrollably right now.

In his gaze lay a touch of severity, a hint of dissatisfaction, "You don’t wish to form a Daoist couple with me?" How could he possibly hand her over to someone else? Did she not even have that bit of self-awareness?

"Uh, I..." The word "want" almost slipped out, only to be forcibly swallowed back down. She mustn’t be so shameless! Besides, isn’t this question off the mark? "When did I ever agree to it?" she stammered.

Hmm, that’s not how she felt inside, but why did it come out like this when she spoke?

He immediately halted. Changtian lifted her chin, making her face him, and said word by word, "Ning Xiaoxian, what did you say?"

Instantly, she regretted with supersonic speed, her gaze wandering and evasive, not daring to meet his eyes. He had made the decision on his own, so why should she feel guilty and even a tiny bit remorseful? As a normal girl, requiring him to propose first, awaiting her approval, isn’t that the most standard procedure?

He sneered, "Who is it that you have in your heart, Miluo, or Quan Shifang?"

Nonsense! Ning Xiaoxian was so furious, she shut her eyes and ignored him.